BNHA: Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

Chapter 22: Antics

A month passed by in a blur.

Each day, you grew more and more open not just with Ojiro but with his friends too that you could now proudly call yours as well.

Kirishima was especially taken with you, the two of you hitting it off when you commented on how his quirk seemed so cool. The red-haired teen had ruffled your hair, beaming at you brightly and thanking you, genuinely touched.

It was not long after that he had admitted to feeling less than everyone else because he didn't have any long ranged attacks one night when your bad dreams kept you up. You were quick to remind him just how valuable he was. Not just his quirk, but how he was the one to make it work.

He was the one to make it strong.

He teared up after hearing you say that, nearly proclaiming how manly it was to hear such a bold declaration from you and you hugged him, glad that he had treasured your words because you had meant every single word.

The two of you had started to talk more after that and as a result, it had brought you closer to him as well as the other students of Class 1-A.

Not that you weren't on speaking terms before, but it was nice to get to know them better.

Kirishima became your training partner for some exercises since he could take the damage of your claws without getting hurt, although you would occasionally be paired up to spar with Yaoyorozu.

Aizawa claimed it was because your fighting styles were so different so it would give you both a chance to learn how to adapt in the moment but you suspected it was also because she didn't have a quirk or heart to hurt you.

You begged Aizawa to push you harder, past your limit so that you could catch up to the rest of them and he had begrudgingly relented when Present Mic complained he was being soft on you.

Of course, the loud pro-hero didn't mean it but you had come to him and enlisted his help in getting your homeroom teacher to change his mind. And who was he to refuse a cutie like you?

So he worked you harder and ended up giving you lessons to hone your skills. You were rather acute in your observations, so it didn't take long for you to catch on in terms of technicality.

The build up of your strength was another story though.

However, with the proper nutrients and rest, you were starting to fill out more and more until you reached a healthy weight another month later.

You were starting to look and sound like a pro-hero in training, always thinking of others before yourself and selflessly giving everything you had to protect people.

Aizawa knew your heart would take you far. Which is why he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what was going on with his class all of the sudden.

They were being much weirder than usual.

Some sort of gift-giving or showering had transpired while he was asleep during homeroom. He had woken up to Koda giving you an origami swan he had folded.

You had smiled, your eyes sparkling as you thanked him for it, holding onto it for the rest of the day.

It had started out small but eventually, you were being swamped with all kinds of things from your classmates. Your room was starting to get a little crowded.

Ojiro had to help you sort it out more than once because you often got overwhelmed and didn't want to put any of it away, worrying that it would somehow offend the people who had gifted them to you.

Once you figured out how to turn on the phone you had gotten as a gift from Jirou on one sunny afternoon, you had most definitely scampered over to Kaminari to get him to charge it. And even though he complained that that's all everybody thought he was good for, he obliged you almost immediately.

Bakugou's phone flew across the room as he replaced his with yours, the angry pomeranian raging for him to die as he stomped over to pick up his cellphone before angrily plugging it into the wall.

Although he would never admit it, he didn't actually care. He had a soft spot for you, just like everyone else did.

After Jirou's impromptu present, the others all started pitching in, giving you things you were sure you never asked for before.

Books from Iida, handmade hair accessories from Uraraka, a notebook of countless heroes' strengths and weaknesses compiled from Midoriya, a concealed knife that folded flat into the shape of a credit card from Bakugou, a bunch of makeup and new video game console so that you could join them on game nights from Ashido and countless others.

You were pretty certain you weren't the youngest of the group but they sure treated you like you were.

You supposed it was due to your innocence and inexperience, not that you minded. Having not received this kind of attention ever, the love was overwhelming and almost too much to bear. It felt like you had nineteen doting siblings.

Mineta didn't count, Ojiro had nearly thrown him across the room when he tried to give you something you didn't understand but knew it was inappropriate based on Sero and Tokoyami's obvious disgust.

Luckily, your friends took turns flooding you with their time and spoiling you or else you were sure you would've collapsed by now at the consideration of it all.

And right now, it was almost dinnertime at Heights Alliance. Which meant that everyone who was normally holed up in their rooms crawled out and gathered.

In one place.

"DAMN NERD, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!"

"K-Kacchan!!" Deku said nervously, waving his hands to fend off the advancing explosion boy.

He had accidentally walked into him when chatting up a storm with you about the latest hero that had been climbing the ranks: Hawks. A support hero with a flamboyant attitude but a force to be reckoned with in battle.

Bakugou snarled, ready for a fight. Sparks popped out of his hands. "YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH, DUMBASS?!?!"

"Calm down." Todoroki stated from the kitchen, where he and Iida were trying to figure out what to make for dinner, Asui coming over to offer her assistance.

"SHUT UP, SHITTY HALF AND HALF BASTARD!!!"

A beat of silence passed.

"Sorry." Came the nonchalant reply.

"AH, FUCK!!!"

You giggled and he whirled around, eyes burning with irritation and anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!?!?!"

Everyone in the room tensed.

He had never yelled at you before. It was an unspoken rule to not raise a voice against you since you were so sensitive to loud noises. That was partly due to the trauma you had endured and also because your ears were much more sensitive than theirs.

Half of them expected you to burst out crying while the other half thought you were going to run out of the room.

To their surprise, you didn't do either. Instead, you doubled over with laughter.

"Y-You should see your f-face!!" You shouted through your hiccups that interrupted you, you were laughing so hard. "You look ridiculous!!"

Bakugou stomped over to you, furious. "OI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! DIE!!"

You giggled, running the other way as he began to chase you. "Nope."

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!! GET BACK HERE!!!"

"You're so cute when you're angry."

"I'M NOT CUTE, TAKE THAT BACK!!!"

"Cute, cute, cute~" You sang as you pranced down the hall.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL—"

"Uh..."