Bakugo Katsuki x american reader
No TWs on this one, just silly fun
(Not edited seriously, so sorry about spelling, etc)
You moved to japan about halfway through middle school, therefore, you’re Japanese is generally pretty good. Youre fluent enough that the only thing that gives away your nationality is how you look, though in the world so populated by quirks, it can be written off on a surface level. All of this to say, people wouldnt peg you for a foreigner from first glance.
You like your class, midoriya’s nice, if not a little overwhelming, and most students act like normal kids despite the constant life or death situations and UA’s less than ideal child labor policies.
Mina has blackmailed you into game night, and if you want your notes app confessions to stay private than youve gotta go. It was a worthy exchange. Apparently, something similar happened to a cirtan Bakugo Katsuki, because he was there too, clad in all might pajamas and looking a little like he wanted to die. You watched sleepily as he demolished izuku in sorry. He was less than apologetic.
You had been spacing out, mostly focusing on keeping your eyes open. Usually youd be okay with sleeping around the others, even if that level of vulnerability made you nervous, but mineta was here, and you didnt want to have to recrute anyone to babysit him.
You knew what the word everyone was discribing in head up, but it wouldnt come to you in Japanese. Floundering, you made hand motions, how does one even sign plane? You hadnt even registered that you slipped into speaking engish until a gruff voice cut you off.
“Dont be stupid. its obviously plane.” Your joy at being rescued from this gramarical nightmare was quickly squashed by the timer going off and realizing bakugo was doing that thing you hated. he always deflected anything that could be perceived as assistance into an insult. He was genuinely a good person, but that fact seemed to leave him uncomfortable.
“Wow, so polite.” You grumbled, followed by a reluctant thank you. You actually really liked the kid. he was determined, objectively gorgeous, eerily emotionally intelligent, and overall someone you liked to be around. Well, youd like him more if he wasnt an asshole all of the time.
As th two of you bickered, the rest of the class aside from Todoroki and Momo watched helplessly. He seemed satisfied with your annoyance, and you were satisfied with the eye twitch he couldnt hide.
“Dude- what the fuck are they saying?” Denki wasnt the smartest person in the world, but here, his confusion was warranted.
It only occurred to you why he was asking when you opened your mouth to shoot one (very clever) last retort to bakugo.
You had slipped into english without even realizing it. damn, you really were tired. Curse Mina and her insistence about “classroom bonding”. It took you a second to mentally swap back into Japanese, but one thing nagged at your brain. you had been talking to bakugo, and you hadnt had to translate anything in your head when he was speaking. He hadnt even commented on your language swap. It finally clicked.
“You’re english is amazing-!” The words were out before you could stop them, luckily in japanese this time. Small wins.
“Yeah i know” the asshole said in response, you were about to start up again, but the room suddenly erupted. Mina was harassing the poor boy about hiding everything from her, and denki was trying to sweet talk his way into homework help. It wasn’t working. Bakugos immediate discomfort shifted to agitation as it always did, threatening manslaughter to everyone under five feet from him.
You glanced at izuku, who sighed tiredly, this didn’t seem to surprise him. That was to be expected you supposed with how.. observant he was.
You felt a little bad about snapping at the blond, it was a clear sign that he went the extra mile to take care of you. Or he just wanted to show off. Even though it was glaringly obvious which of the two it was, you bought into the former. The least you could do was to give him a little grace while he was being hounded by his friends.
This started happening more often, when you were tired, you would slip back into english in the middle of speaking, and bakugo or momo would have to translate. There was a plus to this though, you started teaching bakugo swear words in exchange for help studying. He didnt seem to mind.
I hc that Mitsuki made him learn the basics when he was younger and it just stuck
