Little Explosions [kiribaku]

Chapter 2

         Bakugo slammed me onto the ground, chuckling at his small victory. Like hell I'd let him win this time! I was just being a manly friend and letting him have that... yeah. That's it. I was letting him have a small victory over me because he was my best friend that I was madly in love with.

        My binder tightened around my chest, making me gasp for air for a quick second. I know you shouldn't exercise while wearing one, but what else was I supposed to do? I didn't have any sports bras that were clean and I was NOT going to let Bakugo see my chest.

        I don't think he'd hate me, but it would change everything, and I'm not ready for things to change. If I could keep what we have right now going for as long as possible, I will.

        I quickly stood back up, and with my rock hard left hand I swiped, trying to connect with his side. He dodged, and jumped over me. I quickly turned around and dodged out of the way from his blast. I knew he was going to do it, it was the same one he did with Midoriya during training. He was strong, but right now his moves were predictable. I didn't really work on any signature moves yet, so what I was going to do was completely unknown to him.

         "Come on Bro, you already know I won!" I teased, reaching up to kick him with my right leg, and successfully connecting.

        He grunted, "No way Shitty-Hair! If anyone loses, it's you!"

         He quickly moved out of the way from my next attack, my right arm connecting with nothing so I stumbled forward and practically fell. That was something I needed to work on. I put too much power into little attacks, and when I failed at them I was vulnerable for about 3 seconds afterwards.

Bakugo noticed this, and decided it was the right time to blast me again. I fell forwards and hit the ground with a loud thud, my body hardening up on reflex. I gasped and wheezed, and tried to get back up. My ribs were on fire with pain, and I could feel my spine strain from the pressure. If I can hold out just a little bit longer...

Bakugo set his foot on my lower back, and put a bit of his body weight into it. From my binder making it hard to breathe and my weakened state from various attacks, I couldn't get back up.

I struggled and wiggled under his foot, gasping to get back up. I needed to get back up, I needed to be manly! It wasn't manly to be defeated and just accept it, I needed to fight back! I had to.

I managed to hold myself up with my arms, but Bakugo pushed down with his hand in the top of my back and forced me to hit the ground again. My chest screamed with pain and I let out a small whimper, but thankfully he didn't hear me.

"I won dude." He laughed loudly, getting off of me and staring down at me.

I felt weak. Unmanly. Girly. Worthless.

Every thought caused pain to shoot through my chest, not just from my binder. Of course I couldn't beat him, I was a girl. I'd never be able to beat him. I rolled over and stared up at him. Despite the fact he just kicked my ass, my heart couldn't help but flutter in my chest at his gorgeous blonde hair or his bright red eyes that almost matched mine.

"Fuck... you..." I teased, sitting up and coughing aggressively. I couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe. My body was desperately fighting for air that I couldn't grant it.

         I needed to get up and leave. I needed to go back to my dorm. I shook as I stood up, almost falling back down.

        "You okay shitty hair?" Bakugo asked, concern lacing his eyes, "Youre acting different than normal."