A Girl can be the number 1 Hero

Chapter 2 - Extra - I don't need help

POV: Bakugo

That wretched nerd.

I had just thrown her precious notebook out the window, and yet she was looking at me with that simple smile and poker face. She shouldn't think I deserved an answer—and it just made me even angrier. Who did that useless think she was?

We were already on our way back home. In front of the school, I glanced at the terrace and then kept walking.

"Hey, isn't she your childhood friend?" said one of my classmates.

"Exaggerated a little this time, huh, Bakugo?" said another who was walking beside him. "But she's pretty—it gives a little pleasure to annoy her."

I held out my hand and launched an explosion at his foot, and he fell to the ground complaining. What I really wanted was to blow that motherfucker's head off.

"She always gets in my way, so it's her fault. These idiots who live dreaming and don't grow up piss me off."

I reached out to the other one who was standing.

"I already told you not to smoke at my side. If they catch us, I'm screwed too."

"Hey, hey, hey—"

The one on the floor pointed behind me.

"Finally I've found a disguise with a nice quirk."

I didn't have time to turn around—something gooey stuck to me. A villain. I started hitting him with my explosions, but every time I blew him apart, he took shape again. Shit. A totally advantageous quirk over mine—that shit didn't burn.

I don't know how much time passed. People were huddling together and even some shitty heroes were just staring at me with pouty faces. The disgusting goo tried to enter my throat; I was panting and barely able to breathe.

Everything around us was already destroyed by so many explosions. I wasn't going to let that wretched thing take over my body. What were those fucking heroes doing? Were they not going to help me? Would I have to solve it myself? Could I even solve it myself? I started to lose hope as my blasts weakened from exhaustion.

The crowd started to shout—someone came running toward us. Finally, a decent hero would save me. It was about time.

But I didn't want to believe it when I saw who was sacrificing herself in front of me, trying to pull the mud off my body with her bare hands.

Midoriya. Her face was red from the effort, and tears wouldn't stop streaming down.

I didn't know what to feel—what the fuck was that?

"Why you?" I managed to yell.

The villain would kill her. He started to get angrier, speeding up the process of taking over my body.

"I don't know! I just saw you and started running." Midoriya managed to grab my arm and started pulling me. "Your face... it was the face of someone who needed help, Kacchan. I needed to help you."

"STOP." The villain used my mouth to speak. I could barely breathe. "Just a little longer—get out."

I tried to use my last strength to launch more explosions. The image of her dying there with me boiled my blood, but I started to lose consciousness from suffocation. Everything else was blurry. All Might himself came and saved us. When I fully recovered, I was lying on the floor, and Midoriya just wouldn't let go of my fucking hand. She was squeezing it so hard it looked like she wanted to break it.

"Let go of me," I said, and only then did she notice. She let go and blushed. The paramedics came to my rescue, but I had nothing that needed treatment, so they released me to go home.

Now I was hearing some of those shitty heroes who didn't save me praising me for holding on for so long.

I wouldn't have had to endure that much if you were useful.

At a certain point I stopped listening and could only look at Midoriya, an extraordinary anger burning inside me. I could see that her hands were bruised, rubbing her right palm with her left thumb, but she said nothing to the paramedics.

Again. "Face of someone who needed help." Again that shitty nerd thought I was worthless. She was the useless one here. To be saved by someone without a quirk... If All Might hadn't shown up, she would have died, and I would have been just a dummy for a villain.

She noticed I was staring at her, smiled with that annoying face she always had, waved, and walked away.

It took me a few minutes to get rid of all that nonsense and the people who wanted to interview me. They can all go to hell with their interviews. When I finally caught up with Midoriya, we were already close to our neighborhood.

"Deku!" I called.

She turned around. Her fingertips were scraped, her eyes a little swollen from crying, and her hair all tousled and wet from the rain All Might caused. Pathetic.

"I didn't ask you to save me." The anger I felt was so much I didn't even know the origin anymore. I couldn't stand that way of hers—and now, while I was speaking, she looked at me with that face like she wasn't even listening, or worse, like she didn't care about anything I said. "I could have done it myself. You remain a Deku—useless, quirkless. Don't think I'm going to thank you or owe you any favors. You fucking nerd."

I turned to go. I didn't wait for an answer—she never bothered to answer. She probably thought she was too good to argue with me.