Infected (Katsuki Bakugo x Reader)

13) Fevers

I pull my goggles onto my head as I walk into the arena. Shinso and Aizawa were quietly talking amongst themselves as I approach. Aizawa's hesitant eyes meet mine. I give Shinso a soft smile as I stand between the two. He nods his head in response.

"Are you ready for today's training?" Aizawa's question seemed more directed to Shinso this morning.

"Actually, I have proposition if it's okay with Shinso." I speak up, preparing myself for the possible outburst that may follow.

"Depends. What is it." I could sense Aizawa's frustration in his response.

"Let me fight you for my place to continue my internship with you, Sensei."

"Absolutely not." I take a deep breath. If I wanted this, I needed to prove it.

"I've worked my ass off. I've came from nothing. Let me prove I can do this. Please."

"No! That's final." I see Shinso step forward.

"I'm fine with it." His tired voice breaking the now heated stare Aizawa and I shared. Aizawa's head turns sharply towards Shinso.

"This is training for the both of you, for you to improve your quirks against each other. Not me." At this point, my own frustration was building. If I were to keep learning under him, I had to prove myself, whether I was ready or not.

"You said it wasn't safe. I can defend myself! Let me prove it to you. I'll take on the Pro Hero Eraserhead himself. I'll take on All Might if I have to. You deciding for me means you think I'm weak. If you think I'm so weak, just say it. But I'm not going to stop because you don't have faith in me." Aizawa's face softens as I step forward. I knew what I had said was a bit harsh seeing how he was taking so much time to make sure I built my own quirk outside of the training I was already doing daily. He gives a deep sigh as he pulls he long black hair out of the low bun resting at the back of his head. He pulls eye drops from his pocket, applying a couple drops into each eye.

"So be it. Hope you can still hold me off without a quirk."

"Don't take it easy on me either." I hand Shinso my goggles and the bottle of water I had brought. He gives a low chuckle as he walks to the stands and takes a seat. I crack my knuckles as I walk up the stairs to the raised portion, opposite of my mentor. Aizawa had his hands in his pockets, his outward appearance relaxed but I knew I had pissed him off by asking for this. Considering he had walked up with his capture weapon, I knew I had to give this my all if I was going to even have a shot at getting close to him.

"Heh, I guess start." Shinso's voice was amused, echoing from his seat off to the side. I begin running back and forth as Aizawa stands in his place, his general scowl on his face still. As I'm weaving towards him, I keep my eyes on his hands. I knew he would his quirk against me but I needed to watch for his notorious scarf. As the distance lessens between us, I spot my que. He quickly grabs his scarf with his left hand, sending the support item flying swiftly in the my anticipated direction. I quickly slide on my knees as it glides smoothly over me. I reach up with my right hand, grabbing it as I slid beneath it, pulling Aizawa from his lax stance to a stagger as he held his balance. I try to activate my quirk but judging by his stare, his was already active. His scarf wraps quickly around my wrist as he begins to pull me closer.

I can feel my now scraped knees burning. A quick glance confirms my intention. Small beads of blood. I quickly use my free hand to smear some onto my inner elbow, hoping I can get close enough to use the other side of my quirk on him. It would have to be a last moment use if I was going to be able to hold him for any length of time. I just needed to get close enough to him to bust his nose, something. I just needed a small bit of blood. The distance between us was shortening but not quick enough. The grip on my wrist tightens as he shoots the other end towards me. I duck, pulling my captured wrist behind me to grab the other end. His stance had widened but he still appeared relaxed despite his now irritated eyes. He smirks at me as he tightens his grip on both ends of his capture weapon. He wraps them together around his hand and gives it a hard yank, causing my to lose my balance as I'm lurched in his direction.