Welcome Party

"Mom?" I call out to her wondering where she is. "I'm in the bathroom be out in a minute." I nod as I put my shoes away next to the door. Even before moving to Japan I hated wearing shoes in the house, now I have the excuse of respecting the culture to get mom not to do it as well. I walk into my room setting down the bag I brought with me from the department store near The Genius Office onto my bed. I love the dress I picked, but almost feel guilty for not getting something in Bakugos color scheme. I wish I had more closely read the email Best Jeanist sent me as I prepared to move. Last time I read an email while that tired, but hey at least mom gets her wish, she doesn't leave until late Sunday night so she gets to attend the party and meet Bakugo as well as the others I've met at work so far this week and the ones I haven't. It's supposed to work as a replacement to a house warming, Jeanist insisted I needed one and is hosting at his place in the suburbs. At least the train ride back will only be 30 minutes instead of 45, and Yui is picking us up at the station. When I hear mom come out of the bathroom I rush in quickly taking a shower then setting my hair in my quick dry towel while I apply eye liner, eye shadow, mascara, and a lip stain before wrapping the towel around me and heading back into my room. Mom sits on my bed wearing a yellow dress holding up the dress I bought appreciating it. When we arrive at the train we look around for Yui "There you are, my car is this way." I smile bowing telling her how nice it is to see her again. Her eyes hover over me and I feel more self-conscious about this damn dress.

Bakugos POV

Why am I at Jeanist house for a damn party on my day off? Isn't it enough having spent the last four days with her talking about a bunch of shit no one cares about. Not even my shrink ask me that many questions. I've not felt this tired in years, trying to hide my 'unhinged man child side' as Jeanist calls it. The hell does he know about it anyway, I'm nice, people are just too big of dumbasses to notice just because I'm louder than most people and tell it like it is. That's who I am and he's got me acting like him. At least it's not all bad, she's not nearly as full of shit as others, she hasn't been judgy when I do lose my cool, and she is drop dead gorgeous. I know that's the reason Kirishima tried to cozy up to her, bastard. I didn't make this little invite list or all these extras from my UA days wouldn't be here, fucking Deku sucking face over there with Uraraka. No one wants to see that. "Bakugo, they are about to pull up, come help me give her a proper welcome." I follow Jeanist to the door, arguing with him about his 'proper and polite' manner is always a losing game. When she walks in it's almost like looking at a different person. I've never seen her in anything aside from my costume colors before, always in a professional manner but this. She's wearing a pink party dress, it only goes down about mid-thigh, the straps are nearly non-existent, and I can see so much fucking boob. I suddenly feel the need to think about something else, anything else as my pants tighten around my cock. I look at Jeanist and start thinking about the first time we met 9 years ago and the pressure comes off.

Y/Ns POV

Bakugo keeps looking at me oddly, he hates this dress, I knew I should have worn something more in line to his dark emo boy colors. You know what no, I like wearing lighter colors, it's his problem not mine. Yet I want to impress him so I don't know. Jeanist bows as I introduce my mother then forces Bakugo into a bow, I can hear my mom making shaky breathing sounds as she looks him over. He really fills out that pair of dark jeans and his grey button up shirt clings to his hard body. Bakugo reaches out his hand shaking my mother's causing her to let out a nervous giggle, when he looks at me I feel the hairs on my body stand on end, is he angry at me? Why is everything in my body telling me to flee? "Hello L/N, I hope you had a nice day off." He offers me his arm and I hesitate, my mother pushing me towards him knocking me off balance and he catches me with ease. "Um it was ok, I swung by the office a bit and had to find something to wear after." He nods looking at me from the corner of his eye "It's a very different look than what I'm used to seeing you in." I nod he hates it. "You look nice." My face flashes red as I stumble out a thank you. He's never complimented me before, I feel like a nervous teen talking to a cute boy for the first time. "Promise me that we won't talk about me tonight, that's all we ever damn do, tonight is about you, so that's what we'll talk about." I swallow hard nodding. Yui has everyone gather around and she shows off pictures of me from my child hood, to college, then my apartment before and after I moved in. I stand next to Bakugo trying not to be completely embarrassed making a mental note to commit matricide later. He spends the evening by my side as I talk with others barely saying anything just listening his eyes landing on me dangerously. Anytime Red comes near he navigates us away or dismisses him from our presence, I start to get the feeling I'm being guarded and can't imagine what he's trying to keep from me that Red must obviously know.

Mom has been flirting with some guy most of the night, Bakugo says he works in IT and doesn't know him well, but knows that he's a widower and has been alone for the last 4 years. She decides she wants to stay with him and will make her way back later or tomorrow so I bid her good night. It seems Bakugo is taking me home because he plans to go to his parents' and spend time with them, so we say our goodbyes and head out, he opens the passenger side of a black Toyota Camry and helps me inside. I take note of the back seat covered in packages as he comes around and hops into the drivers' side. "Taking some stuff to your folks?" I ask, he looks in the back seat. "No that's your stuff, everyone loaded it into my car before you arrived, I'm not sure how things work in America, but here it's common to gift something your first move." I nod understanding feeling a little dumb. "We do the same in America, usually when you buy a house though." He nods and the rest of the ride we take in silence, when we get close I direct him to my specific building. "Let me help you take all this up." My heart starts pounding, being in the car with him has been nerve wracking enough trying not to stare at him, now he's going to see my apartment? On my own I'll have to take several trips, keeping him from getting to his family's house so I agree. We manage to grab everything from the back seat and make one trip. "Welp all set, night." He bolts out causing me to yell goodnight to him as he heads down the hall.

I grab pen and paper and take to writing down what all the gifts are and who they are from in order to get started on the thank you notes. Jeanist gave me a collage frame the note saying to put my first year memories there. Red gave me a cute succulent that I decide to put in the window above the kitchen sink, along with his number saying he was sure Bakugo got rid of it. Deku and Uravity gave me an over the door shoe rack. The list got blurred as I continued full of names I barley remember. Dish towels, slippers, a robe, even cleaning supplies. I stopped when I come across a note in a handwriting I've come to recognize already. 'Find a better alternative already dumbass, this is Japan not America. K. Bakugo.' I open the box and find a black and silver teapot with two matching cups, a diffuser, and several sample bags of tea. They are all hand labeled by him with descriptions to include name, flavor, suggestions for sweeting or adding milk, and what's best for what time of day. It occurs to me that he bought the teapot, cups, and diffusers for me specifically, and then shared all his favorite teas, all of which are probably sitting in his apartment somewhere at this very moment. I know I've seen him make a face at my coffee a few times, but I didn't realize he hated it so much. I get up and clean the teapot and cups of any dust, trifle through the teas and select the one he labeled as 'Calm the fuck down' which is apparently a mix of chamomile, matcha, and a few fruity flavorings. I heat some water per the instructions add a tablespoon of the tea to the diffuser before placing it in the teapot with the water allowing it to steep for the suggested 8 minutes while I wash my face and change, then look through the last three packages I hadn't yet opened. I look at the instructions again for calm the fuck down and add 1/4 teaspoon of honey and a splash of milk before mixing it and taking a taste. HOLY FUCK IT'S GOOD.