Half an hour later, Camie was munching her way through the dishes Bakugou had prepared for her. He simply sat across her and watched her eat as he rested his head on an arm.

"I totes forgot..."

She stopped to take a large gulp of water from her glass. Bakugou helped her refill it.

"How good of a cook you really are..."

She seemed to tear apart the fish at lightning speed with her chopsticks. A few seconds later, there was nothing left but bones. Bakugou took back the plate and emptied it, putting it into the really neat and still growing tall tower of plates that he needed to wash after.

"Like, this is fucking amazing. No, amazing doesn't even do this justice..."

Two bowls of rice, gone.

"You're food is damn godly. Fuck America, all it has is stuff in high fat and extra-large..."

Another gulp of water, then shovelling rice into her mouth once more. Bakugou was starting to run out of bowls and plates to feed her with.

"Shit is garbage compared to this. I swear, this is like, fucking heaven, to me."

A bowl of ramen slid down into her stomach and with a loud gasp she was finally done.

"Oh fuck, that was soooo good."

"I'm sure it was."

Bakugou took the remaining bowls and plates as he began to start his massive job of washing up. Camie burped behind him. Takara and Yuki giggled at her behaviour.

"Don't teach those brats bad table manners, illusion girl."

"Aww, come on, Bakubro, you know you love me the way I am."

"First, that's not even true. Second, that's not what I said."

Camie yawned loudly, eliciting another set of giggles. She patted their heads as she got up and stretched.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Where's the bathroom?"

"Upstairs, first door on the left. The only door on the left." Bakugou said, without skipping a beat. "Already about to let out what you just took in?"

Camie snorted in retaliation.

"Actually, I was just going to take a piss."

Just as she was about to walk up the stairs, Bakugou answered back.

"I hope so. Wasting my damn good food."

"Okay, I'll agree with that one, it was damn good indeed."

Camie quickly used the bathroom before sneaking across the hallway back into Bakugou's room. she hadn't taken a proper look at it before, but now she couldn't help but want to know what it looked like in more detail. Sure, she had seen his Dorm room, but it was only temporary so he never customized it much. This here, however, was not what she was expecting.

The room was large, with Bakugou's king-sized bed taking up barely any room. There was a bedside table, a laptop, a wardrobe and all the essentials. There was a drum kit on one side, and a TV mounted to the wall in front of the bed. But that was about it. Bakugou hadn't customized it at all. A certain picture caught her eye. It was sitting on his bedside table, along with a few others.

"Wait a sec..."

As she moved closer, she instantly recognized it.

"I totes took this picture, didn't I?"

As she looked at it more, her mind reminded her of what had happened.

She and Bakugou had gone to the cinema that day. Todoroki and Deku couldn't come because they were helping Kaminari & Kirishima study for supplementary exams. Kirishima had barely failed, while the Pikachu had drastically dropped in many subjects. Both Bakugou and Camie had laughed at them for ages as well as taunt them about it.

"Heh, those idiots are seriously brain-dead."

Camie had decided to go to the cinema. They had some time on their hands, had caught up with school-work and she wanted to get out and about after being inside for so long. In truth, she was bored. She also realized that it would be a great way to tease the 2 failing dumbasses who had been trying to learn all day and night.

They had gone to see 'A Silent Voice', something that had made Camie cry about 5 times in the duration of the film. Bakugou, who she had pretty much forced to come along, didn't actually care much for the film. Sure it was a nice change of pace from usual anime and it was kinda-heartwarming, it wasn't his type of thing to see. He just brought a box of tissues because he knew that Camie was going to probably cry an entire fucking ocean between them.

About 3/4 of the way through, Bakugou was feeling drowsy and he was finding it harder and harder to keep his head up. He eventually let go, his head falling to her shoulder lightly. In the darkness of the cinema and through his sleep, he was unable to see the heavily blushing Camie who had not expected such a situation. If it was anybody else, it would have been fine, but it was him of all people. Her blush quickly became a grin as she pulled out her phone and took a quick picture of them both.

Unfortunately, her movements had caused him to awaken slightly, so he had seen her fish out the phone. However, he was still drifting in and out of sleep so he was way too slow to do anything. Instead, he gave a small smile as he tried to hold open his eyes and hoped for the phone to explode...

"If you want it, you could fucking ask."

Camie was roughly brought out of her day-dream by Bakugou appearing behind her, in the doorway. She turned to him with a small smirk.

"I didn't know you kept this picture. I thought you said you would burn it."

"Yeah, well I didn't."

Camie rolled her eyes at him as she sat down on the bed. Bakugou came and lay next top her, cushioning his arms behind his head. Camie took another photo and gasped.

"I want a copy of this, omg."

It was a picture of Takara and Yuki sitting on his lap, both of them making peace signs, while Bakugou had his signature smirk on his face. compared to the other photos, this smile was a lot more genuine than the others. He looked happy, instead of looking like he was in pain.

"You can't get one."

"Why not?"

"'Cus I said so. No fucking way."

"Stop being such a selfish-"

"Uncle Kaachan?"

Bakugou and Camie's heads turned to Yuki who was looking sleepy.

"Can you brush my hair?" She yawned. Bakugou snorted.

"Sure, sweetie. Go to the living room, I'll be down in a moment."

"Thank you, Uncle Kaachan."

Camie looked back to Bakugou with an eyebrow raised. He shrugged as he answered the obvious question.

"She likes it brushed. If you do it good enough, it can make her sleep."

He got up and walked out, leaving Camie by herself with the pictures in hand. With a smile, she put down the photo before heading downstairs once more, with her phone in hand. Peeking from the stairs, she saw Yuki sitting on Bakugou's lap, enjoying the brush going through her hair. She was looking quite drowsy.

"Don't you dare."

Camie sighed loudly as she put down her phone. She almost had a cute picture of them together, but it seemed he knew her intentions from the start. Instead, she came to sit down next to him.

"How did you know?"

"You were taking too long. Long enough for me to know that your blinding ass was gonna make a move."

Camie whistled as she stretched out, putting her feet on the coffee table. Bakugou rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. It's not like she had shoes on so he didn't mind much. Still, though, it was his damn coffee table.

"I didn't know you thought my ass was blinding, Bakubro. Does it really distract you that much?"

Bakugou kissed his teeth as he continued to brush slowly and lightly. Yuki was beginning to nod off.

"You're good at taking stuff out of context."

"I lived in America, darling. That's all the media are good for out there. Twisting tales to meet their agendas."

"... Yeah, you lived there."

Camie internally winced, feeling the double meaning behind that statement. She fell silent as Bakugou carried Yuki and Takara back upstairs to their rooms and put them to sleep. Once he came back, the atmosphere changed.

Camie felt a shiver go down her spine as though the temperature had dropped into the negatives. Bakugou sat beside her, arms crossed, leaning forward, eyes closed as if in deep meditation. But Camie knew. He was barely keeping himself in check right now.

"Bakugou, I-"

"Stop."

She was immediately cut off and she could see a vein in his head ready to pop.

"Katsuki, listen to me-"

"Don't you fucking say my name."

Bakugou had growled that time. She gulped. After a while, he finally spoke.

"Camie. Do you know how I felt when you left?"

She continued to stay silent, playing with her hair. He went on.

"I felt like it was all my fault. I felt like a failure."

Camie immediately felt the need to cut in.

"Katsuki, you know-"

"No, Camie." He snarled once more. "You don't know. You. Know. Nothing!"

Now he got up, pacing in front of her as she hung her head in silence.

"I was expecting, hoping, for something from you. A message of any kind. Hell, if you sent me a damn note from a carrier pigeon, I would have at least said you remembered my existence."

"It's not that easy-"

"Not that easy?! You think it was easy for me?!"

"You don't understand!"

Now she got up, turning away from him. A mistake, as he only got more pissed off.

"Then fucking explain! Explain why it's so hard to call your best friend. The guy who pretty much saw you off! The guy you hung out with the most! I was ride-or-die with you, Camie! You know it. So how could you just ditch me on the side of the road, like a fucking piece of garbage!"

"You think it was that simple?"

"You had my number, my email, my fucking address. Tell me it wasn't fucking simple to just try and fucking remember me."

Camie sat back down with a sigh.

"... I did miss you the most you know."

Bakugou laughed, to which she winced.

"You missed me? Funny, I seem to recall you never replying to anything I sent to you. You got a really fucked up way of showing you missed me."

"You totes don't understand, Bakugou. It was so fucking hard for me. Do you know how much pain I was going through? How I felt, knowing that soon I was leaving and was never coming back?"

"Oh, I wasn't feeling pain? I was just fucking cruising through this shit?" He snorted.

"Don't compare yourself to me, Katsuki!"

She got up in a rare show of anger, her voice raised to match his own.

"I ain't comparing shit! But if you told your friend that you were leaving, maybe I wouldn't feel like a dried up piece of shit!"

"You're not!"

"Maybe if you told me that a few fucking years ago, I would know then!"

Camie turned away from him again, her breathing shaky.

"I did it because I didn't want you to know that I wasn't going to come back. I wanted to leave with all the happy memories, not crying and sobbing, like a baby that shit itself."

Bakugou stepped closer to her.

"For so many years, I felt like shit, Camie. 'Cus I thought I had somehow fucked up and threw you away. I thought you wanted to forget all about me. To forget my dumbass even lived."

She nodded slowly.

"I did. I really thought it would be best for me. I thought that if I forgot about you, you would just forget about me too. but I didn't- I couldn't. I couldn't forget any of you, but you especially."

"Well, I am one to leave a lasting impression."

"Uh-huh, you sure did."

There was a brief silence as tensions calmed. Camie spoke once more.

"do you know how many times I cried my eyes out, just remembering all the shit we pulled together? Every time I was going to pack my bags and leave just to hear your voice again? When I was seriously considering dropping out, just to hear you scream and shout at everyone? Too many to fucking count!"

Bakugou kept silent as she spoke from her heart.

"I was so ready to drop. I was gonna leave entirely. But this was a way to get on track. To start a great hero career! I didn't want to lose it all in a moment of weakness."

Bakugou's eyes widened as he heard her.

"Dumbass."

She whirled around as she heard him.

"What did you just say?"

"I called you a dumbass. That's exactly what I said."

She looked at him incredulously.

"That's what you got to say? After all this?"

"That's exactly what I got to say."

He cupped her face within his hands, noticing how she was gathering tears in her eyes. Damn, his hands were big too.

"You think real hard about what you said. Do you honest to All might think that I would fucking let you drop-out of a scholarship that literally paved your way to success?"

She stared up at him, tears beginning to fall. He wiped them away as he continued.

"If you had just spoken to me, this shit wouldn't be happening, Cam. I would have told you to fix your shit. To get in there and act instead of bitching like a fucking reject. To wipe your damn eyes and dig deeper. Use your head, not your heart. Get your head in the game. You know me, Cam, I don't bullshit around no fucking bush. I'll tell it to you straight if you don't like it then fuck off."

She was smiling now, even as more tears streaked down her face.

"That's how I am, that's how I always will be. I've got the strength to back my words and so do you. So instead of flapping around like a headless chicken, you would have been fucking soaring like an eagle. You would have been kicking the absolute shit out of those fucking Americans. It would have worked too because I wouldn't have let you come back to Japan if it didn't. I would have made it up there with you. You would have made me work harder than ever before just to see you again."

"You were the only person who could stand me, Camie. I respected that. That's why you were the only one I ever tolerated. You were my best friend. I may have been super pissed, and I still kinda am-"

"You deserve to be."

"-But that doesn't mean I don't forgive you."

The waterworks began as Camie grabbed his t-shirt and sobbed, repeatedly saying sorry for all the years that she had left him. For all the pain she had given him. For leaving him here with nothing to remember her by. And he accepted her, all of her, as she leaned against him.

"You finished soiling my t-shirt yet?"

She stopped sobbing to give him a dry look.

"You just had to ruin it, didn't you."

"What are you talking about? I didn't ruin anything. You're the one ruining my damn t-shirt."

"OMG, Bakubro, you're fucking insufferable!"

"Yeah, well, that's kinda my thing."

They continued stuck together as a blissful silence came over them, with bakugou resting his chin atop her head as she leaned into him. Suddenly he perked up as if remembering something. He grabbed her hand as he began pulling her up the stairs.

"Where are we going exactly, because I'm sure it's not to your room."

"Pssh, if it was to my room, you think you'd be able to leave with your legs working?"

Camie didn't have a response once again, opting to blush heavily instead.

They got upstairs and passed his bedroom, heading past his bedroom to the final room on that floor.

"There's a reason why I don't let people go into this room anymore. It used to be Pikachu's bedroom, but I kinda... changed it."

Taking a small key out of his pocket, he opened it. Camie entered the room and gasped.

Across the walls were all of Her. Every battle she fought, newspaper clippings of her greatest moments and even those not-so-great moments, photos of her with defeated villains. He even had one of her when she got caught in the middle of some kind of scandal between married heroes.

"That was honestly, probably the worst thing that happened in my career. Never ever gonna live that one down..."

There was her speaking at a bunch of events and ceremonies, that had been marked in different colours. Bakugou even had some of the times she had been hurt or in serious trouble. Like the time she got taken hostage.

"Not a fun thing to remember, but oh well..."

He also had pictures from her in a bunch of movies. A few were documentaries of heroes and information movies, but she had done some action movies in her time too. the Hero League, or something like that. It had been pretty cool, but not her thing. She liked crime-fighting best, not the fake stuff. By the time she had come full circle, she saw Bakugou giving what seemed to be a very sheepish look.

"Bakubro."

"What?"

"This is fucking creepy."

"... Not really."

You've been spying on me?"

"What?! No, I was just keeping up with the times! You think I've got the fucking energy to spy on you?"

"Then I guess this is..."

She went up to him and whispered in his ear.

"Very sweet of you, Bakubae."

Before he knew it, she was at the door of his room, about to enter.

"Goodnight, Kaachan! See ya."

She closed the door behind her and locked it. Bakugou quickly caught his bearings and hissed as he realised she had simply been toying with him. Grumbling, he headed back downstairs, settling in on his couch and trying to sleep. But Camie's whisper plagued his mind and he couldn't help but keep playing it over and over in his mind. He groaned in annoyance.

Meanwhile, Camie was turning so red, she thought she might pass out from all the blood rushing to her head. She had really done that whisper on a whim, but seeing Bakugou's look after (she thought that was one of the only times he ever looked cute) had made her cheeks heat up.

"I totes can't believe he did that."

As she opened her suitcase, she unzipped a part of the inner lining to take out a bunch of photos and newspaper clippings. These were all of Bakugou. His awards, his greatest achievements, his not-so-great achievements... Like punching a reporter that pissed him off.

"Doesn't matter how many times I see it, that must have hurt."

She put them back within the lining and headed to bed, covering herself with the sheets from head to toe. she just couldn't stop blushing.

"Guess we're both creepy as hell..."