(Yuji pov)
Two weeks have passed.
Thanks to Sensei's treatment, I was finally freed from the wheelchair. However, Mitsuki and I didn't stop with our new normal. Mitsuki coming to my place has now become a routine. I gave her a pass to my place, but somehow, she ended up living here with me—of course, in a different room.
It's Sunday. We just spent time cleaning up the condo, and now we're playing games together with beers and fried chicken.
I've also gotten to know her naturally.
She's now 30 years old and has been working as a teacher at a preschool. When I learned about her job, I began to worry if she beat up the kids or not. Since 80% of people globally now have a power called a Quirk, she told me about hers. She can produce something called glycerin from her skin, a chemical compound usually used for cosmetic purposes. That's the reason that she looks younger compare to the women her age.
"That's a cool quirk, Mitsuki."
"And practical. That's why I don't bother buying skincare products. I can save my salary haha! Hey, I was wondering—what do you do? Like, for a job?"
As we played games together, she suddenly asked me that. I simply hummed and said, "I'm an engineer."
Mitsuki raised her brow. "Really? Then how come you haven't gone anywhere in the past two weeks?"
"Because I'm on a leave."
"For two weeks? Wow, even my superior wouldn't give me that much time off, even if I broke my own limbs," Mitsuki said before taking a sip of her beer.
"Because you're a teacher. A teacher doesn't get breaks, got it?"
"Asshole. Hm, wait, look this way."
I stopped playing and looked at her. She stared at me, observing carefully, like an MRI scanning every detail of my face.
"I think you'd look great if you shaved that beard."
I raised my brow. "I like my beard."
"I'm just curious to see you without it."
I hummed for a while. "Maybe it's time to shave it anyway. How about you do it?"
"Eh? Alright, wait there."
I leaned back as I waited for her. Then, finally, she came back from the bathroom with a razor and shaving foam. She sat beside me. "Tilt your neck here."
I did as she said. She splashed some water on my face, touching me gently, then applied foam around my jaw and mouth.
"This is actually a really awkward position... Hm, excuse me."
Fuck!
"What are you doing?"
"This position is much better. Stop moving, damn it!"
Because it's your fault, woman! She basically sat down, placing her legs between my lap while facing me! That's unfair! She kept ignoring my struggle, shaving my beard, while I kept feeling her touchy hands, her exposed belly, and her soft, jiggling chest and that wide hips.
"I was right. In my opinion, you look much better," she said, smirking. "Last touch."
She gently slapped my cheeks a few times. "After shaving, your face is slightly rough there, but my hands can make it softer. I have a handy quirk, right?"
"Yes, yes. Please make it quick."
"It's done, actually."
Then, she sat beside me with a sigh and opened a can of beer. "I saw my mom shave Dad's beard a few times, so I got used to it. To think I'm doing that now too..."
"I see…" Wait a minute. "Since you reminded me, my friend is coming by later."
She spat out her beer. "THE FUCK YOU SAY THAT NOW?! When?"
"At dinner. Wait, just calm down—they're just friends from high school."
Mitsuki didn't hear me. She jumped off the sofa and ran to her room in a panic. Damn, the way she runs in that white tank top and short red pants is really good. Kuhum!
Moments later, she came out in different clothes. "There's still time! Let's go buy something to cook!"
"Wait, I need to change too! Let me go, woman!"
"Shut it, Yuji! I won't waste a second—let's go!"
It seemed Mitsuki was just too nervous about the guests. Well, it's the first guest she'll encounter.
"What kind of people are your friends? I mean, what kind of food do they like?"
We had been walking around the grocery store for 5 minutes. I pushed the cart and followed wherever she went. Damn it, we look like a couple. I mean, just look at the single dudes I met in this place—jealousy at its peak!
"Oi, stop monologuing, damn it. Help me choose for the guests."
Looking at the angry Mitsuki, I hummed.
"I think a Japanese meal will be enough. Just make something you can cook."
"I see... Then let's go find some fish."
She was really serious! I thought she'd burst out like a maniac, but Mitsuki was surprisingly calm when she was focused.
Once we were done, we went back and started cooking. Right now, I was helping her prepare the ingredients. Well, she was doing most of the work. I was just there to lend a hand.
"Don't we look like newlyweds? Or couples do this kind of activity, right?"
"You want me to smack your head, or do your work?"
She said it calmly while chopping at max speed.
"My bad, my bad."
Mitsuki chuckled. "Well, we do look like one, actually. That reminds me—why the fuck am I cooking here with you?"
"Because you're my girlfriend?"
"That part is true. We're just like wasabi from the grocery store, you know? They taste almost the same, but they're artificial—just like us now."
"So, where do we stand now? Are you here because you're my girlfriend? Or are you my girlfriend because you broke my leg?"
"What the hell? Hmm... To be honest, I don't know. I've been wondering if this moment will end soon."
We've been like this for two weeks. And I was wondering… should we just end this too?
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"Yo! I. AM. HERE. I heard you broke your leg, so I came to see you, Yuji!"
"Tch. Why should I share the elevator with this guy?"
"HAHAHA! Don't be like that, Enji! We're here for the same purpose, right? Aren't we all friends? Oh, by the way... who is she?"
Both Mitsuki and I just welcomed our guests in front of the elevator. The one on the left is the guy who thinks he's funny, and on the right is the guy who's always competitive.
"Right. This is my girlfriend, Bakugo Mitsuki. Mitsuki, these are the boys from high school. Todoroki Enji and All Might, whose name is a secret."
"What? You have a girlfriend?" 2x
The boys look at me as if I just did something out of the norm. Meanwhile, Mitsuki is frozen while standing. I mean, I forgot to mention that the guests are actually the number two hero, Endeavor, and the recently famous All Might, who climbed to the 10th rank in only a year after moving back from the US.
"Yeah. She's my girlfriend. Why?"
"Hey, you alright? Does he do anything strange, like forcing you to test one of his creations, then making it explode?" All Might asked.
"I hate to admit it, but he's right. That guy is a complete psychopath. Just call me right away if this guy tries anything funny. I'll burn him immediately," Enji encouraged Mitsuki even more.
These fuckers really teamed up to gaslight me in front of her, huh?
"Y-Yu-Yuji takes care of me well. I'm good, so thanks," Mitsuki said groggily.
"Boys, don't pressure her like that. Let's go eat first, I'm hungry."
I led them to the dining table where Mitsuki's cooking was shining. I mean, she never put 100% into her cooking, but it seems she got serious for the guests.
"It's a simple dish, but I hope it's to your liking."
"WOOAH! These look amazing, Bakugo-san!"
All Might exclaimed excitedly as we all dug into the food. As time passed, we finished dinner. Since Mitsuki did the cooking before, as always, I was the one doing the dishes. But somehow, Enji helped clean up.
"That was delicious, Bakugo-san! It's more surprising, though, that you finally stopped being an introvert, HAHAHA!" All Might said, laughing his ass off.
Enji nodded beside me, "I never thought he'd finally be interested in a woman. Before this, I always tried to hook him up with the women I knew, but he rejected them all. I'm glad he finally found someone as good as you, Miss Bakugo."
I looked at Mitsuki, who was sitting in the dining chair. "Alright, alright, stop with that. I think she can't handle it anymore." I mean, Mitsuki's face was on the edge of exploding.
When it was done, we sat together again. Mitsuki sat beside me while we faced these two.
"What?! Bakugo-san is the one who hit you?"
All Might didn't hide his surprise, while Enji glanced at Mitsuki, smiling awkwardly.
"HAHAHA! That's unique. To think that's how it started. But the past is the past. I think you guys have a bright future!"
Enji nodded at All Might.
"Well then, since we see that you're in good hands, we should go, All Might."
"Sure, sure. Let's not bother these two for too long. HAHAHA! Still, I hope you're not slacking too much because I actually need a new costume, Yuji."
"What a coincidence that I need to consult about the security system within my agency. I was hoping you could make it stronger against cyberattacks, Yuji. Whatever the cost, just tell me."
Tch. I hate when someone asks me about work when I'm at home.
"So, when I heard that he makes costumes, it was actually true?"
I glanced at Mitsuki, who seemed interested.
"Wait, you didn't tell her that?"
Both of them looked at me as if I were a shitty man keeping a secret from his wife.
I sighed. "And what if I told her who I am? Since you both hate each other, I'll separate your schedules."
"Wait, I don't hate anyone."
"Alright, get out of my house."
I cut off All Might and shooed them away. Mitsuki and I watched them until the elevator doors closed. Mitsuki took a deep sigh before looking at me, seeming to have a lot of questions.
"What?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. I was just wondering who your friends from high school were. All Might and Endeavor were the last people I expected."
"Yeah. Sorry about that for being reckless. About that—"
"It's fine. You don't have to tell me since we aren't actually dating, right?"
I sighed inwardly. She was right, but I wasn't clueless enough to ignore her anxiety and how All Might had left her hanging without knowing who I was.
"Hah... I'm not trying to be haughty. But some people might know who Taurus Silver is. That's my stage name, Mitsuki."
I saw her eyes widen a little before she smirked, giggled, and smacked my back a couple of times.
"Hahaha! Well, that's cool, Yuji. The world is small, huh?"
I wasn't sure about this. Was it just me being busy with work, or was she caught up in hers too? Mitsuki had mentioned that she'd stay at her own place, and that didn't bother me. After all, it wasn't unusual for me to be away from home for days, weeks, or even months. In the first place, she had only stayed to help with chores and cook for me while I recovered. Now that I was healed, there was no longer a reason for her to stay.
Somehow, we just drifted apart.