[He didn't answer right away, mostly because most of what Bakugou said just didn't make any logical to sense, no matter how many times he combed through it. A girlfriend? Actually hitting on him? It was only after he was about to demand what the fuck Bakugou meant by it all that it clicked in regarding Peko.
Peko. His bodyguard. His hitman. No matter how many times he told her it wasn't necessary to follow him around and that he didn't need her protection because his family said so. If that was who Bakugou was referring to then--]
What the fuck? Peko? She's-- she's not my girlfriend, she's... it's complicated, but it's not like that either! And what do you mean by hittin' on--!
[His small rant was cut short as he noticed then that Bakugou was totally lost to the world, head resting against the black out window as the scent of greasy food started to waft through the car. Releasing a long sigh, he turned back to the driver and gave him directions to go back to his place. He should just kick Bakugou back to his apartment, but he wasn't a complete asshole, not when the guy was still piss drunk.]
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Peko. His bodyguard. His hitman. No matter how many times he told her it wasn't necessary to follow him around and that he didn't need her protection because his family said so. If that was who Bakugou was referring to then--]
What the fuck? Peko? She's-- she's not my girlfriend, she's... it's complicated, but it's not like that either! And what do you mean by hittin' on--!
[His small rant was cut short as he noticed then that Bakugou was totally lost to the world, head resting against the black out window as the scent of greasy food started to waft through the car. Releasing a long sigh, he turned back to the driver and gave him directions to go back to his place. He should just kick Bakugou back to his apartment, but he wasn't a complete asshole, not when the guy was still piss drunk.]