bakugou x reader

my new trainer

When classes ended that day, I said goodbye to my friends before they left. After school, I'd usually ride my penny skateboard around the city before going home, but I promised myself I'd change my ways. When I first came to UA, I didn't care much about being expelled or held back. But now that I've found so many friends here, I couldn't let them down. I never really thought I'd be the kind of person being surrounded by so many comrades, but I guess that's what happens when you end up in UA.

I started training on the tracks and around the building of the academy everyday. I wanted to strengthen my body muscles and gain endurance, and to be honest, the first few days were very hard for me. Though when I forced myself to stop smoking, my body asked for cigarettes less and less everyday.

I laid in the middle of the field, sitting in the grass as I stretched my legs and arms. I tried to catch my breath after running a mile around the tracks. I felt so drained I thought I was gonna pass out. Though that was when I noticed someone standing behind a wall from afar, so I decided to call them.

"Heeeey! I know someone's there! There's no point in hiding anymore!"

As the person walked toward me, I squinted my eyes to try and discern who it was.

"Alright, alright," Bakugou grunted, "You got me."

"Why were you hiding behind that wall?" I asked as I stood up for the grass.

Though for some reason, that question made Bakugou all red and sweaty.

"B-Because!"

"You could've just come over here from the beginning."

I bent down and dug my hand inside my bag as Bakugou followed me with his eyes.

"Y-Yeah," he paused, unable to find the right words to say, "but..."

"Want one?" I said as I handed him a can of soda. But that seemed to anger him; a lot.

"Why do you have this in your bag?" he questioned, "Do you know how much sugar is in these things?"

"Mmm, no. Do you?"

Bakugou flinched, snatching the can away from my hands.

"Gimme that!"

Bakugou drained all of the sugary goodness off that one drink on the grass, exploding the can with his quirk.

"Anyways," Bakugou quickly changed the subject, "What are you doing here?"

"Training," I bluntly said.

"No kidding," he grinned, chuckling, "But training for what?"

I looked down without answering right away, hesitating.

"Oi! Did you hear me?"

I remembered what Aizawa told me when he came to my house, and I suddenly snapped at Bakugou.

"I can't seem to get anywhere even if I keep training!" I proclaimed, frustrated, "I used to think I could do anything because my quirk's powerful! I felt unstoppable! But Sensei said I had to train my body so I can still stand even after a fight! But how can I when it's already damaged?!"

I had never been more defeated before in my entire life. I felt so powerless and incompent I was afraid I'd break before I got halfway. Knowing me, I'd just go back smoking after the first few weeks of training.

"And the worst thing is that he's right!"

I always made sure to keep my cool at all times, but that afternoon, I just bursted with these engaged emotions. And when I looked over at Bakugou's direction, expecting him to complain, his eyes widened, shocked. I had never seen him so surprised before until that very moment.

Of all people, Bakugou had to be the person I complained to. I knew he'd just mock or laugh at me, or tell me I'm weak for even trying. But even if he did that, I knew he'd be right. And in a sense, he did.

"I hate people like you; thinking they're all high and mighty just because of their quirk."

I scowled, angry.

"That doesn't really help your case!" I screamed.

"I wasn't finished!"

Bakuogu stuffed his hands in his pockets, closing his eyes.

"Which is why I'm gonna make something out of you."

My eyes lit up, optimistic.

"R-Really?"

Bakugou then placed his hands on his waist, grinning proudly.

"The great Bakugou will teach you everything he knows!" he boasted, "I'll make sure you become stronger! But not stronger than me, though. Nobody's stronger than the great Bakugou!"

I raised an eyebrow in question, confused.

"Why are you speaking in third person?"

He sighed, shaking his head.

"You're the type of person that says what comes to mind, right?" he mentioned, "It's annoying."

"I know, " I shrugged, "You're not the first person to tell me that."

"Listen," Bakugou told me, "I'm not gonna make this easy for you. You'll bleed out, sweat and cry until you can no longer move your body. But even then, I'll force you to stand up and keep going. You got that, you idiot?!"

I grinned and nodded, determined.

"Yeah!"

Bakugou laughed loudly.

"And if you really want to call yourself a hero, then you'll have to beat me in a fight!"

My eyes widened as I stared into Bakugou's eyes. I've never had a trainer before, and I'd always trained by myself. Everything I knew up till that point was because of my own training, so I would often just give up and try another day. But for the first time in my life, I actually started believing in myself when Bakugou decided to train me.