A/N: double digitss !! trying out a new pov for the first time so i love you all like it :]] also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 140 READSS?? the fact that 140 people have even given this book a chance seems so insane to me ilyyyy :]]] Also, I would like to remind that this is a fem!reader, im so sorry if i hadn't made it clear b4.
1 ring, 2 rings, 3 rings, to say he was anxious was an understatement. He'd initiated the call in the first place, so why were there so many complex emotions pulling at his heart? It felt like someone had put a belt over his chest and was pulling it impossibly tight. He'd felt anxious before, but not at this capacity, hell he even had more confidence when he participated in the Sports Festival for crying out loud! How hard was it to just talk to a girl?
Way harder than he anticipated, actually.
"Hello?"
Shit. This is really hard. One word in and the cat's already got his tongue.
"Hi." He replied.
......
At least it was good to know he wasn't the only awkward one, or perhaps, he'd been the one to make things awkward in the first place. He was quite literally sweating at the seems just texting her in the first place.
Oh right. The reason he called in the first place was to check up on her.
"You better be okay otherwise I swear to god I will find your home address and chop your head off."
Was that too harsh?
"Yeah, sure, but seriously I'm fine. I don't know why you're worrying so much."
He looked around at his phone screen, taking in the furniture he could see in the background. She sat on a couch with some sort of shade of purple and some sort of living room set up, but most of all, her house was quiet despite her being sat in arguably the area with the most foot traffic.
"Are your parents not home?" He asked.
"Yeah, they've been on some sort of business trip for like a while now." She replied.
"You don't have to lie about being an orphan, dumbfuck." He teased.
"I'm not an orphan my god!!"
"Sure, sure."
The two teased and talked for a while. He found himself relaxing with every minute that had gone by, like all his worries were drowned away by the melody of her voice.
"Wait, Bakugou, isn't it your birthday soon?"
He also forgot that she was an interviewer, which meant she probably knew a lot about him.
"Yeah, why?"
"We should go out to celebrate! Aren't you turning like 16?"
"I don't celebrate that kind of shit."
He never really understood birthdays. Why celebrate someone for not doing anything? He preferred to celebrate actual achievements.
"We don't have to if you don't want to, but I'm just saying, maybe you should think about it."
"The hag says the same thing every year."
"Hag? Do you mean like your mom or something?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Don't call your mom a hag, the hell!"
"You'd be the last person to ever say that."
"Maybe because I'm right."
"Kill yourself."
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FanfictionYou're L/N Y/N, a top student at Itan Private High School, a school that specializes in writing and interviews. After every U.A. Sports Festival, the top student of Itan Private High interviews the Top 3, a long tradition between the two schools. Th...
