Saiki's Disastrous Life at UA High

Chapter 35- The Talk

"Where the hell did this come from?" Bakugo asks, unable to hide his amazement.

I apported them from AFURI. Hopefully they're okay. Bakugo hesitantly takes the bowl, sitting down on the ledge.

"I'll pay you back."

Don't bother, it wasn't that much.

Isn't AFURI really high class?

Not really. Bakugo jumps slightly, startled by my reply.

Why do I keep forgetting he can read minds? I chuckle, absent-mindedly playing with my ramen.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I sigh, sitting the food aside.

There's... too much to tell you. I've been putting this off for far too long. Bakugo nods, taking a mouthful of ramen. He pauses, his eyes widening as the flavors crash onto his tongue.

How is this so fucking good?

You like it? I eye the boy hopefully, already knowing the answer.

"It's okay, I guess." I elbow him in the side, causing him to smirk. "Oh, come on! Why ask a question if you already know the answer?"

To hear you say it. I mutter, turning my head away from the boy.

"What?"

Nothing. We sit in silence for a moment, giving Bakugo time to eat and myself time to think. I can't help but fiddle with my uniform like a nervous schoolgirl.

What the hell am I doing?

I'm sorry. Bakugo looks up from his meal, tilting his head slightly.

"Huh? Why?"

The Sports Festival was a train wreck. I shouldn't hav-

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. You deserved first place. I don't want it if the only good fighter half-asses it." He sets aside an empty bowl, wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. "Lunchtime doesn't last forever, you know. What did you want to tell me?"

Everything. Bakugo nods, staring at me expectedly. I take another deep breath, slowly holding out my hand. Are you sure? He nods again, taking my hand. I project most of my memories into his mind, allowing him to watch my old life as if it were an anime. After a few seconds, I pull my hand away, waiting for his reaction.

"Wha- how did you... Wait, that purple-haired freak was telling the truth?!" I nod, staring at my feet.

He was one of the few here that remembers that universe. Probably because he had powers there.

What the fuck... this is too crazy. I mean, a world without quirks, I guess I can get. But a different universe? And one where Saiki is 17 and hot? Wait, shit. The blonde glances at me, a pink dusting covering his face. I chuckle, brushing the hair out of my face.

I'll look the same in 2 years, so don't worry about that. He quickly turns away, his face completely red. He clears his throat, awkwardly struggling to change the topic.

"So... what are all of your powers, anyway? How do they work?"

I'm not sure I can tell you about all of my powers, there's really no point.

"Just the main ones, then?"

They're pretty self-explanatory. Telekinesis, teleportation, telepathy, clairvoyance, cryokinesis, hydrokinesis, pyrokinesis, flight, strength, invisibility... you know, the normal things.

"How'd you heal me?"

Ah, restoration. I can basically rewind anything by 24 hours, as long as they aren't dead or something. It only works once a day, unless I take my limiters off.

"Oh, what are those?" I glance at Bakugo, smiling when he seems genuinely curious. I pull a limiter out, watching his eyes widen as the needle follows.

My brother helped me make them. My power is difficult to control, and at night it can be... troublesome. So these help avoid anything... catastrophic.

"What could you do? Sleep flying? A little hydrokinesis, maybe?" Bakugo smirks, laughing at his joke.

Well, once I blew up my house. With my current power level, I could probably destroy all of Japan, maybe more than that, I'm not really sure. Bakugo's face shifts to one of slight fear, but he quickly shakes it off.

"So why'd you come here, anyway?"

I'm still not sure. I guess I just wanted to be seen as normal. I mean, I was a freak in that universe.

"You weren't a freak, Saiki." He hesitantly places his hand on mine, carefully watching for my reaction.

Thanks, but you weren't there. You wouldn't understand. I was glad for the friends I had, though. Even if they were annoying. Bakugo quickly removes his hand, suddenly unsure of himself.

They've been beside him for so much longer... and that night never happened....

Oh, yeah... that's another thing.

"Hmm?"

I have a power that alters memories. I- I pause, glancing at Bakugo. I may have used it on you.

"What? Why?" Bakugo questions, his usual, angry self seemingly dormant.

At the time I didn't think it was something you would want. I thought it was best if you just forgot, but in the end... I sigh, standing up. I guess I was wrong. Bakugo stands up as well, joining me in looking over the edge of the building. He keeps glancing at me, but I pretend not to notice. Instead, I watch the students below us mindlessly roam around the schoolyard.

Should I? I shouldn't, right? What if it's weird? It's definitely weird. Shit, he can hear me. Shut up, brain. Stop it. I watch Bakugo's slight mental breakdown out of the corner of my eye, trying to hold in a laugh. I turn to him, placing a hand on his cheek.

Shut up.

"Wh-?" I place my lips on his, not allowing him to finish the words swarming in his mind.

WHAT IS HAPPENING OH MY GOD HE'S KISSING ME DOES HE KNOW IS HE CRAZY AM I CRAZY AM I DREAMING WHAT THE HEEELLLLLLLLL!!!

Shhhhh...

HOW CAN YOU TALK WE'RE KISSIN- WAIT WE'RE STILL KISSING AHHH!!

Shut up and kiss me. I pull the boy closer, entangling my fingers in his soft hair. His mind and body calms as he leans into the kiss, closing his eyes. After a few moments, I back up, allowing him to get some air.

OH MY GOD DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!

I never took you for a fangirl, Bakugo.

"I AM NOT!" I chuckle as red floods his face once more. "Well, that wasn't bad for my firs-"

Second. Bakugo nods absentmindedly, correcting himself.

"Right. My seco- wait. My second kiss?" I smirk, playfully poking his forehead and sending the memories of that night into his head. His eyes widen in shock, but a smile quickly forms on his face.

He... kissed me?

You've seriously got to work on that fangirling.

"SHUT UP! I DO NOT!"