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A warm summer afternoon called the children of Musutafu city to the various playgrounds spread through the town. In one park sat a young boy just past the age of 4 with hair so blond it matched the hue of the sand he played with. The ashen grit covered bits of the boy's indigo shorts as he constructed magnificent castles with the tools and molds he'd brought from home. Blue stars and triangles laid thrown about his sides as he worked on the masterpiece in front. He reached out for a once abandoned shovel but was now focused on shiny ruby shoes.

Crimson orbs soon met a pair of glistening (e/c) eyes that stared back at him with glee. Before him stood a young girl of similar age donning a strawberry pink dress, bright red shorts peeking out under the frilled hem. Without a word, the girl fell back into the sand, her bag flopping down next to her, and began crafting a sculpture between her legs as well.

Young Bakugou felt a gentle warmth creep up onto his face as he watched his sandbox-mate work away, not minding if the tiny particles got in her clothes or the pigtails on both sides of her face. He often stole a peak at her as he continued to expand his sandy nation, though he was easily distracted by the smile she wore and the sweet melody she hummed to herself. Eventually, the blond found himself staring at his new neighbor until she looked up.

Spooked, the embarrassed 4-year-old kept his eyes glued onto his half-finished mansion before he was greeted by the same ruby shoes from before. He finally gathered the courage to look her in the eyes once more and found her pointing to one of the star shaped molds beside him with a questioning look on her face.

Ah, she wanted one of his tools.

Though Bakugou was bestowed with many great qualities, sharing was not one of them. He’d noticed the girl hadn't come with any toys of her own, but he couldn't just give away one of his precious toys to someone he'd just met, no matter how cute she was. It was going to take more than a sweet face to make him give that up— Wait. Was that a lollipop?

In the time the spiky haired toddler had spent defending his selfishness, his companion had already dug a hand into her pocket and pulled out a large red lollipop as an offering. Candy in hand, she shot him a smile that made his heart do a flip and set his cheeks ablaze. Feeling the heat, Bakugou quickly snatched it from her and presented the gift she wanted, to which she promptly took and returned to her throne. The young lion cub slowly built a wall or two for his next castle before stealing yet another glance he'd soon regret.

To his surprise, the (h/c) haired girl was already staring at him, making him look away once again. When his eyes finally flickered back up, she beamed a brilliant grin that could have sent his heart to mars if he had stared for too long.

The boy's gaze immediately dropped as he began furiously shoving mounds of sand into plastic molds to get his mind off things; he needed a break so that his young heart would stop beating a mile a minute. Moments passed quietly under the blazing summer sun while the two kept to themselves, working on their respective construction sites. Though he'd made progress, it was only after his architectural epiphany that Bakugou realized he had been used random shaped molds rather than the castle molds. Consequently, he tore down the newly developed UFOs in preparation of his intended sand-people homes. Before the boisterous boy laid a pile of dusty blond grains ready to be smooshed into a structure grander than the last. In it, that same pair of glossy ruby shoes that now made his heart pound.

The young dandelion picked his head up and was met with an expression as quizzical as his. The (h/c) haired girl offered up a warm smile, then proceeded to reach for another one of his toys. Bakugou, as selfish as ever, stuck a hand out over his pile of treasures to block her. Sharing just wasn't his thing. His new playmate, however, took this as an inviting gesture. Overcome with the joy of friendship, she flashed him the biggest smile she could make and took his hand in hers.

Sadly, the blond didn't have a chance to rejoice. That bad habit of his had just reared its ugly head.

Being a young boy with a newly found quirk, Bakugou hadn't yet mastered the art of controlling his powers. Because of this, the lion cub would sometimes create a small explosion whenever things startled him a bit too much. It was most definitely his only flaw, and now he would see the consequences of it.

His, assumed to be, ex-friend snatched her hand away as suddenly as the blast erupted. Those (e/c) orbs that captivated him beyond belief were now staring back at him with betrayal and pain evident behind her tears. Chest heaving up and down, the poor girl broke out into a sob as she clutched her partly singed hand.

Bakugou stared with his inner panic written all over his face. Did he just burn his sweet new friend? And hurt her enough to make her cry? Never before had he made a mistake this big.

The blond toddler scanned the park for an adult, a friend, a toy to make her happy, anything that could stop her tears, but the sound of her sobs had infiltrated his young mind and clouded it with guilt and shame. All he could think to do was run away to who knows where.

Left all by herself, the teary-eyed girl's cries intensified. Her new friend just hurt her and then abandoned her.

Maybe he wasn't as nice as she thought he was?

Such a saddening thought weighed down on her breaking heart. Her crying eventually reduced into quiet whimpering. Her reddened eyes shielded by the backs of her hands didn't see the blob of yellow approach until it was standing next to her, tugging her sleeve. She lifted her head from her hands, apprehensive of what was to come. And rightfully so.

Without a word, the youthful blond had grabbed her throbbing hand at the wrist and roughly tugged her closer. By the time her developing mind registered what he'd done, Bakugou had already began wrapping her hand with a partially damp bandage. After a few too many incidents, the boy had learned how to deal with the aftermath of his powers. He couldn't bear the thought of his mother scolding him again for not putting his first aid kit in his backpack.

The girl watched with a slight pout on her face as he wound the wrinkled cloth round the palm of her hand. Young Bakugou kept his gaze fixated on his task at hand, not daring to meet eyes with his newest victim. Moments passed in silence between the two, a cool summer breeze brushing past their rosy cheeks and eroding away the outer layers of their sand mansions. The frail girl winced as the wind blew strands of hair into her face, forcing her to push them into place with her free hand.

She looked up to find her makeshift doctor tying the ends of the bandages into a knot and freeing her other palm. Immediately, her arm propelled back to her side and her gaze returned to the sandcastle beside her. The two resumed the scene as before, refusing to lock eyes for their respective reasons. That was until the boy with dusty blond hair shoved a sandy green mass in front of the girl he hoped was still his friend.

Bakugou watched as the look in her eyes softened from its previously shocked state. Those (e/c) orbs rose to meet his for the first time since the children sat opposite each other in the sand box. But, of course, it didn’t last.

The explosion-happy child continued his habitual practice of averting his gaze if she even looked in his direction. This time, though, he managed to push the green hunk of plastic closer to her. Surprised once again, the girl caught the piece of plastic, thoughtlessly using her injured dominate hand. An initial jolt of pain spread through her hand but dulled before it passed her wrist. The tingling sensation in her palm paled in comparison to the stinging that had brought her to tears minutes earlier.

Puzzled eyes switched targets from bandaged hands to the boy who’d just performed magic. Did he have some type of healing quirk that could counter his explosive power? Were the bandages he used made especially for things like this? Though his downcast eyes provided no answers, she knew that all the pain she’d felt moments ago had been reduced to a mild discomfort.

Maybe he wasn’t as mean as she thought he was?

Her gaze returned to the hand holding the shiny green shovel and squeezed it tight. Still amazed by the lack of pain, she rose her head and stepped forward, catching Bakugou off guard once more. He shuffled back a step or two in response, careful not to repeat the previous scene. Guilt festering in his heart, he presented her with the candied snack he’d pocketed after their trade. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the round confectionary and his equally round face until they finally settled on the ashen grit beneath her. She bit her lip and almost reluctantly shook her head at him.

Young Bakugou felt the little hope he held onto crumble within him, his arm falling limp to his side. His crimson eyes bounced around the sandbox from his shoes to his toys the miniature mansion they had been building. The sight weighed heavily on his already sullen shoulders. However, the cold feeling in his heart was quickly chased away by the warmth gripping his hand.

The small lion cub found himself face to face with the (h/c) haired girl latched onto him. Furrowed brows melted away to reveal that familiar grin he thought he’d lost. The heat clinging to his cheeks rivaled that of his biggest explosions, and this time he was sure his heart really did go to mars.

The fiery boy slapped a free hand onto his face. Whether it was to hide his embarrassment or shield himself from her dazzling smile, he didn’t know; he was much more focused on the sound of her enchanting laughter.

He just knew he’d have to bring more toys for tomorrow.

Description

A warm summer afternoon called the children of Musutafu city to the various playgrounds spread through the town. In one park sat a young boy just past the age of 4 with hair so blond it matched the hue of the sand he played with. The ashen grit covered bits of the boy's indigo shorts as he constructed magnificent castles with the tools and molds he'd brought from home. Blue stars and triangles laid thrown about his sides as he worked on the masterpiece in front. He reached out for a once abandoned shovel but was now focused on shiny ruby shoes.

Crimson orbs soon met a pair of glistening (e/c) eyes that stared back at him with glee. Before him stood a young girl of similar age donning a strawberry pink dress, bright red shorts peeking out under the frilled hem. Without a word, the girl fell back into the sand, her bag flopping down next to her, and began crafting a sculpture between her legs as well.

Young Bakugou felt a gentle warmth creep up onto his face as he watched his sandbox-mate work away, not minding if the tiny particles got in her clothes or the pigtails on both sides of her face. He often stole a peak at her as he continued to expand his sandy nation, though he was easily distracted by the smile she wore and the sweet melody she hummed to herself. Eventually, the blond found himself staring at his new neighbor until she looked up.

Spooked, the embarrassed 4-year-old kept his eyes glued onto his half-finished mansion before he was greeted by the same ruby shoes from before. He finally gathered the courage to look her in the eyes once more and found her pointing to one of the star shaped molds beside him with a questioning look on her face.

Ah, she wanted one of his tools.

Though Bakugou was bestowed with many great qualities, sharing was not one of them. He’d noticed the girl hadn't come with any toys of her own, but he couldn't just give away one of his precious toys to someone he'd just met, no matter how cute she was. It was going to take more than a sweet face to make him give that up— Wait. Was that a lollipop?

In the time the spiky haired toddler had spent defending his selfishness, his companion had already dug a hand into her pocket and pulled out a large red lollipop as an offering. Candy in hand, she shot him a smile that made his heart do a flip and set his cheeks ablaze. Feeling the heat, Bakugou quickly snatched it from her and presented the gift she wanted, to which she promptly took and returned to her throne. The young lion cub slowly built a wall or two for his next castle before stealing yet another glance he'd soon regret.

To his surprise, the (h/c) haired girl was already staring at him, making him look away once again. When his eyes finally flickered back up, she beamed a brilliant grin that could have sent his heart to mars if he had stared for too long.

The boy's gaze immediately dropped as he began furiously shoving mounds of sand into plastic molds to get his mind off things; he needed a break so that his young heart would stop beating a mile a minute. Moments passed quietly under the blazing summer sun while the two kept to themselves, working on their respective construction sites. Though he'd made progress, it was only after his architectural epiphany that Bakugou realized he had been used random shaped molds rather than the castle molds. Consequently, he tore down the newly developed UFOs in preparation of his intended sand-people homes. Before the boisterous boy laid a pile of dusty blond grains ready to be smooshed into a structure grander than the last. In it, that same pair of glossy ruby shoes that now made his heart pound.

The young dandelion picked his head up and was met with an expression as quizzical as his. The (h/c) haired girl offered up a warm smile, then proceeded to reach for another one of his toys. Bakugou, as selfish as ever, stuck a hand out over his pile of treasures to block her. Sharing just wasn't his thing. His new playmate, however, took this as an inviting gesture. Overcome with the joy of friendship, she flashed him the biggest smile she could make and took his hand in hers.

Sadly, the blond didn't have a chance to rejoice. That bad habit of his had just reared its ugly head.

Being a young boy with a newly found quirk, Bakugou hadn't yet mastered the art of controlling his powers. Because of this, the lion cub would sometimes create a small explosion whenever things startled him a bit too much. It was most definitely his only flaw, and now he would see the consequences of it.

His, assumed to be, ex-friend snatched her hand away as suddenly as the blast erupted. Those (e/c) orbs that captivated him beyond belief were now staring back at him with betrayal and pain evident behind her tears. Chest heaving up and down, the poor girl broke out into a sob as she clutched her partly singed hand.

Bakugou stared with his inner panic written all over his face. Did he just burn his sweet new friend? And hurt her enough to make her cry? Never before had he made a mistake this big.

The blond toddler scanned the park for an adult, a friend, a toy to make her happy, anything that could stop her tears, but the sound of her sobs had infiltrated his young mind and clouded it with guilt and shame. All he could think to do was run away to who knows where.

Left all by herself, the teary-eyed girl's cries intensified. Her new friend just hurt her and then abandoned her.

Maybe he wasn't as nice as she thought he was?

Such a saddening thought weighed down on her breaking heart. Her crying eventually reduced into quiet whimpering. Her reddened eyes shielded by the backs of her hands didn't see the blob of yellow approach until it was standing next to her, tugging her sleeve. She lifted her head from her hands, apprehensive of what was to come. And rightfully so.

Without a word, the youthful blond had grabbed her throbbing hand at the wrist and roughly tugged her closer. By the time her developing mind registered what he'd done, Bakugou had already began wrapping her hand with a partially damp bandage. After a few too many incidents, the boy had learned how to deal with the aftermath of his powers. He couldn't bear the thought of his mother scolding him again for not putting his first aid kit in his backpack.

The girl watched with a slight pout on her face as he wound the wrinkled cloth round the palm of her hand. Young Bakugou kept his gaze fixated on his task at hand, not daring to meet eyes with his newest victim. Moments passed in silence between the two, a cool summer breeze brushing past their rosy cheeks and eroding away the outer layers of their sand mansions. The frail girl winced as the wind blew strands of hair into her face, forcing her to push them into place with her free hand.

She looked up to find her makeshift doctor tying the ends of the bandages into a knot and freeing her other palm. Immediately, her arm propelled back to her side and her gaze returned to the sandcastle beside her. The two resumed the scene as before, refusing to lock eyes for their respective reasons. That was until the boy with dusty blond hair shoved a sandy green mass in front of the girl he hoped was still his friend.

Bakugou watched as the look in her eyes softened from its previously shocked state. Those (e/c) orbs rose to meet his for the first time since the children sat opposite each other in the sand box. But, of course, it didn’t last.

The explosion-happy child continued his habitual practice of averting his gaze if she even looked in his direction. This time, though, he managed to push the green hunk of plastic closer to her. Surprised once again, the girl caught the piece of plastic, thoughtlessly using her injured dominate hand. An initial jolt of pain spread through her hand but dulled before it passed her wrist. The tingling sensation in her palm paled in comparison to the stinging that had brought her to tears minutes earlier.

Puzzled eyes switched targets from bandaged hands to the boy who’d just performed magic. Did he have some type of healing quirk that could counter his explosive power? Were the bandages he used made especially for things like this? Though his downcast eyes provided no answers, she knew that all the pain she’d felt moments ago had been reduced to a mild discomfort.

Maybe he wasn’t as mean as she thought he was?

Her gaze returned to the hand holding the shiny green shovel and squeezed it tight. Still amazed by the lack of pain, she rose her head and stepped forward, catching Bakugou off guard once more. He shuffled back a step or two in response, careful not to repeat the previous scene. Guilt festering in his heart, he presented her with the candied snack he’d pocketed after their trade. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the round confectionary and his equally round face until they finally settled on the ashen grit beneath her. She bit her lip and almost reluctantly shook her head at him.

Young Bakugou felt the little hope he held onto crumble within him, his arm falling limp to his side. His crimson eyes bounced around the sandbox from his shoes to his toys the miniature mansion they had been building. The sight weighed heavily on his already sullen shoulders. However, the cold feeling in his heart was quickly chased away by the warmth gripping his hand.

The small lion cub found himself face to face with the (h/c) haired girl latched onto him. Furrowed brows melted away to reveal that familiar grin he thought he’d lost. The heat clinging to his cheeks rivaled that of his biggest explosions, and this time he was sure his heart really did go to mars.

The fiery boy slapped a free hand onto his face. Whether it was to hide his embarrassment or shield himself from her dazzling smile, he didn’t know; he was much more focused on the sound of her enchanting laughter.

He just knew he’d have to bring more toys for tomorrow.