All characters and story belong to Kohei Horikoshi and Masashi Kishimoto
"What do you want me to say, man?" Bakugo shrugged. "I like spicy food."
A few seconds later, a girl about 10 years old with long brown hair entered the restaurant.
"Daddy, Daddy! School's over, let's go play a game!" the little girl said, grabbing Teuchi's sleeve.
"I'm working, honey. We'll play later, Ayame," her father said. "I promise." He patted her on the head. She crossed her arms and pouted.
"But I want to play now, Daddy!" the little girl said angrily.
"Ayame, why don't you play with Bakugo?" The Yondaime tried to save the day. The younger blond wasn't at all pleased with the Hokage's proposal.
"With that one? But he's practically a baby!" Ayame complained. Bakugo shot up from the stool like a spring.
"Who are you calling a baby, you insolent brat!" Bakugo shouted, a vein popping out in his forehead from anger.
"You don't treat a lady like that!" Ayame replied.
"I just see a spoiled child," Bakugo snorted. Before Ayame could answer, Minato stepped between them.
—Come on, guys. Go play outside while I talk to Teuchi. I haven't eaten yet! Hehe. —the Hokage said absentmindedly.
—Tsk. Okay. But this is the last time I'm babysitting anyone! —Bakugo said as he left the store.
"You're the babysitter?" Ayame said indignantly as she followed the blond boy outside. "It'll be the other way around, baby!"
Bakugo bit his tongue. He didn't want to continue arguing with a little girl. And it didn't help his argument that the girl was a head taller than him.
"Well?" Bakugo said, turning to Ayame.
"So what?" Ayame asked confused.
"What do you mean, ' Well, what?'" she said, imitating the girl's tone of voice. "What the hell do you want to play, kid?"
"Hmm, I don't know," Ayame mused, resting her hand on her chin to think. "I hadn't thought about that."
"I hate kids," Bakugo thought as he kicked a stone off the street.
Bakugo noticed a dozen children playing ball in the distance. It was like soccer, but without goals. The game simply consisted of stealing the ball and trying not to let it get taken away from you.
"Why don't you play ball with them?" Bakugo asked.
"It's just that I'm really bad with the ball," Ayame said, embarrassed.
"Nonsense. Go play with them while I go for a walk," Bakugo explained. He waved goodbye, but he felt someone grab his hospital pajamas. "What the hell?" Bakugo turned his head and saw that it was Ayame grabbing him. "What's wrong with you now?"
"Can you join me?" Ayame pleaded. "I'm just so shy, and I'm embarrassed to ask you to let me play."
"You weren't that shy when you called me baby..." Bakugo murmured softly, so low that Ayame couldn't hear him.
"What did you say, Bakugo?" Ayame asked, not having heard the blond.
"Nothing important." Bakugou snorted. "Fine, I'll accompany you, but don't expect me to play that stupid game for extras."
Bakugo and Ayame approached the group of children, who appeared to be between 8 and 13 years old. The blond was surprised to see only boys playing. There were girls, but they were standing off to the side, talking about their own things. Although it surprised him, he didn't give it much thought; in his opinion, anything would be better than playing that stupid game. So he figured the girls had two brains not to play catch.
"Hey," Bakugo announced his presence to the group of children.
Bakugo, accompanied by Ayame, approached the apparent leader, who was the tallest and, he assumed, the oldest of the group. He stopped chasing the ball, which was held by a boy with glasses.
"Hmm, how old are you?" the leader asked Bakugo. Before the blond could say anything, Ayame jumped in.
"I'm 9!" Ayame said excitedly.
"I didn't ask you, girl," the leader said rudely.
"I don't see why it's any of your business, but I have 5. Any problem?" Bakugo challenged, crossing his arms.
"You can't play with us. Only those over 8 can play," the leader declared.
"Too bad!" Bakugo said sarcastically. "She's over 8, so she can play. Well, I'm going," Bakugo said, turning around.
"She can't either," the leader replied. Ayame lowered her head in sadness.
"Ein?" Bakugo said, confused. He was holding back from saying a few things to the brat. "The girl just told you she's 9 years old! And I think 9 is older than 8."
"I know. I'm not retarded, Blondie. But she's a girl. Girls don't know how to play ball," the leader snapped.
Bakugo gritted his teeth and held back from punching him.
"What the fuck did you just say, Big Nose?" Bakugo said. "Raccoon Eyes and even the Invisible Bitch would humiliate you in this stupid fucking game."
"Leave it alone, Bakugo. Let's play something else," Ayame said sadly, taking the blond's hand to keep them from fighting.
Bakugo, displaying a patience unbecoming of his world, let him pass and turned around, eager to get out of there. The big-nosed boy, as unpleasant as he was, was still a kid of at most 13 years old. The only adult there was Bakugo himself, since in his world he was 16 and lived without his parents. So, showing that he had matured, he didn't do what he so desperately wanted to do: hit him with his tiny fist.
However, as they were leaving, Bakugo, thanks to his good hearing, was able to hear the following: " You're lucky I don't like bullying scamps like you. Go play dolls with your little friend."
That was the final straw. Bakugo was going to put things right. He broke away from Ayame and strode purposefully toward the children's leader, his fists clenched. The children stopped playing and turned their attention to what was going to happen between the newcomer and their leader.
"Big nose!" Bakugo shouted, jabbing him in the stomach with his index finger. "You pissed me off! I didn't give a shit about this stupid game. But now I want to play ball with the cook's daughter. So give me the fucking ball, big nose."