Sweet and Spicy

Entitled as Friends?

** Bakugou's POV **

'What the hell? Why did she intervene? This was my fight towards Deku. Not her.'

As the robots took her body away, all I could see was how painful this was to look at her. Burned, bruised, and broken.

'Just how far did I go to attack her like that? I am such an idiot! She probably hates me for doing that much damage to her. I just... I just-'

"Young Bakugou," alerted All Might, "cool your jets. Let's go review your work. No matter the situation, she won't hate you for giving it your all out there. Remember that."

After training class ended, I went towards Recovery Girl's office, trying to see if she's okay. Not that I cared about her, or anything. Just wanted to see how bad of a damage I've done to her.

"Oh, welcome, Sonny." Recovery Girl greeted.
"Hey, old hag. So, how is she?"
"She'll be fine. I gotta say: receiving so many damages like this isn't easy to heal, but that burnt mark will be permanent."

I scoffed.

Getting an injury like that while trying to portray like that damn nerd really pisses me off. But then again, that bad looking scar doesn't look that bad. Any worse and I would've been in trouble with Aizawa.

"I honestly feel bad for her." Recovery Girl continued.
"Huh?"
"Her parents would've scolded her for being that reckless if they didn't pass away years ago."
"Passed away?"
"Didn't you know? The Fuji Duo passed away years ago during a dangerous mission, leaving her all alone. And for a child so young, it made it even harder to talk about it with anyone."
"Doesn't she have any relatives or anyone to live with?"

She shook her head.

"The Fuji Duo never mentioned anything about their private life, so any relatives she would've known are unknown. Not even UA have any info about her life."

I glanced right towards her as she laid there peaceful. Everyone treated her as this perfect goddess and yet, was always quiet when she was around many people. Why was that? Suddenly, the door behind me started to open. Deku and a couple of those damn extras were standing behind him.

"How's Fujimoto?!" Deku called out in a panic. "Is she- Oh, K-Kaachan! What are you doing here?"
"None of your business, Deku."
"Oh. Okay."
"She's fine..." Recovery Girl assured as she got up from her seat, "Now, all of you need to leave at once. She needs to rest."

As she escorted us out, I couldn't help, but noticed her tossing and turning. Was she having a nightmare?

*****

Hours passed, before leaving home, I returned back to the infirmary office, still seeing her asleep. Without thinking, I took a chair and sat right next to her for a few minutes.

'What is it about her that pisses me off?' I thought to myself, 'making herself so damn popular, even though her parents are no longer here.'
"M-mom..." she whispered.

I looked right back at her. Must be hard for her to dream about parents she'll never get to see again. But then again, I recalled how she 'spoke' earlier from the fight. She sounded genuine, but at the same time, it sounds like a sense of guilt. Even though it frustrated me to the core, why did she have to sound so cute at the time? Just as my mind started to wander about her, I started to hear a small groan underneath me.