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One: Pain In My Fucking Ass.

Your POV

Staring out of the huge window in my health classroom has become my favorite past time, other than watching Denki and Kirishima bug the shit out of the professor. While he's busy dealing with those two idiots I pull my phone out to check my messages, seeing that my boyfriend had texted me a little over an hour ago.

Shoto's text pops up on the screen again as I unlock my phone. 'What time are you getting off work tonight?' his message reads. I can tell he's a little annoyed with my new job, it is the night shift, 6pm to midnight. It's definitely a rough shift to have all while juggling college and a very demanding relationship but it was the only one available and I desperately need the money to fund my classes. I reply, telling him that I have to work till closing and they're making me stay to clean up as well for the dayshift. The next thing I know the door to the classroom bursts open, grabbing my attention from my phone.

A tall blonde boy walks in, his hood over his head as he walks back towards my desk and takes the open seat beside me. He leans back in the seat, tipping it on its edge as he flicks his hood off to look at me. "Aren't you supposed to have your phone off during class?" his deep raspy voice whispers to me as he nods his head towards the teacher. Who the hell is this dude and why is he worried about my phone? I scoff, "Who the fuck are yo-" he startles me, making me cut myself off by slipping out of his seat and getting underneath the desk, hiding between my legs as a couple of campus security bursts into the room, examining the students.

"We're looking for a rough looking blonde guy, about yay high," the cop says to the teacher as he shrugs, telling them that he hasn't seen anyone with that description. "He's also got a tattoo on his neck and a nose piercing, are you sure?" they continue describing the man who is currently hiding under my desk. All of a sudden, I feel puff of hot air close to the inside of my thighs, a hand snaking up my leg causiously.

I quickly look down underneath the desk and see his face inches away from my crotch, smirking up at me. I gasp, kicking him making him groan in pain as the tip of my shoe digs into his stomach, getting the attention of the campus security guards. "What was that?" one of them says, making his way to me. I look back down as the guy silently begs me not to say a word, his hands flat together in a pleading motion. I look back up to the guard giving him my best smile. "I'm sorry, my stomach just hurts. Crappy campus food and all." I nervously laugh, hoping to not sound so suspicious.

The guard starts bending down to see if anything was underneath the table but I quickly grab his tie, swirling it around my finger. Time to put these good looks to use, y/n. "What's a stud like you doing being a campus security guard?" I say, putting on my best seductive voice as the fat guard gives me a perverted grin standing straight up and brushing off his stomach. "Just protecting and serving the campus little lady, you have a good day now." he chuckles and winks, walking back to the other security guard. They both yell clear through their walkie talkies and exit the room.

The mysterious blonde slides his way back up into his seat and rests his elbow on the desk, leaning his head into his hand as he stares at me. "You owe me so big." I growl as he smirks, his eyes flickering to my lips as I talk. "What? I don't owe you shit." He says, his glowing red eyes tracing my body in my seat. "Oh yea? I was feeling generous and saved your dumbass, so yea you do owe me. I didn't have to cover for you, ya know." I growl, going back to my phone to send Shoto the message I never got to earlier. "Did you just call me a dumbass?" his lips curl up into a devilish grin as I roll my eyes. "The names Katsuki Bakugou, but everyone calls me Dynamite." he introduces himself; his pointer finger comes up to push my phone down.