Winning... right?

One Shot

Bakugo trudged out of Class 1-A's homeroom just as usual as he always did, resting scowl present and feet dragging.

He took pride in his capability to scare people off without effort, his overwhelmingly intimidating aura helping him in that department, but some losers didn't get the memo that every other wimp so clearly saw hanging over his head.

It was a short list of people, really. It consisted largely of the self-proclaimed Baku-squad, the members being Shitty Hair, Dunce Face, Tape Brain, and Alien Freak. Not once did he peg the brown-haired gravity user as one of those losers.

Apparently, she was though, seeing as though she had practically sprinted into the courtyard to speak with him.

"Bakugo!"

The sound of his name being said by anyone but himself was like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. He scowled without even looking to see who it was.

"Wait up!"

Already preparing to blast this fucker to another planet for daring to tell him to wait up, Bakugo turned in the general direction of the call. "What the- Cheeks? The hell do you want?" He scowled at her just as he would anyone else, although his plans for murder died down at the sight of her for the time, the reasons as to why he subconsciously spared her being beyond him.

Finally in front of him, she huffed out a breath of exasperation from the small jog she had to accomplish.

Bakugo glared at her from behind his bangs, eyes narrowed.

Tch. Pathetic.

"I just- well," she couldn't seem to form the words between her tiny pants, and he couldn't help but think about how he truly didn't have the time.

"Spit it out." He says lazily, his eyes bored and annoyed.

Taking a deep breath, the girl straightened up and crossed her arms. "Right. I'm trying this thing where I tell people what I'm feeling. What I'm really feeling," she begins carefully, her small display of confidence slightly faltering as she meets his eyes.

His heart leapt at this for some reason. The words echoed in his mind, her emphasis on 'really' and 'feeling' making his breath catch.

He couldn't help but think that she might've set him up for some sort of trap, the way his heart was racing and his hands were clamming up. It was like his body was anticipating something, and he didn't like it.

Wearily narrowing his eyes further, Bakugo growled. "Okay...?"

She nervously uncrossed her arms. "-and I just wanted to say that... that I think you're really cool!" Her admission rang through the empty courtyard, both of them silent. Her fists were balled up on either side of her, her eyes squeezed shut in... concentration? Anticipation? He couldn't exactly tell what that look was for.

Bakugo has been described as many things. Loud. Mean. Dangerous. Rude. Never cool. Well, at least not cool in a sense that whoever was calling him cool wasn't also completely terrified of him.

Something was going on, right? She was joking?

The blond gave her an incredulous look. "What?"

Shaking her head, she blinked her eyes open and pressed a palm to her forehead. "Gah, this is harder than I thought. Gonna push through it though," she sounded like fucking Deku, mumbling to herself like that.

She inhaled sharply and continued. "I think you're cool. Your quirk is really awesome by itself, but the way you manipulate it to better suit you is just beyond outstanding! And your confidence is something to desire... and the way you win. It's just- unlike anything I've ever seen." She's beaming now, her sunshine stare almost blinding him.