bakugou x reader

the bet

That same day, I managed to escape from my training about an hour into it when Aizawa left for his break. I looked for my penny skateboard in my backpack and skated around the premises. I saw Uraraka inside a clear ball, Yaoyorozu and Satou eating desserts, Kaminari electrocuting himself, Kirishima fighting Ojiro and many others dying from exhaustion. I gulped, looking the other way.

Compared to theirs, my training was nothing. I tried my best to avoid their looks so I wouldn't feel bad, and skated around until I saw Bakugou not so far from where I trained.

"What the hell are you doing here, you idiot?!" he scolded when he noticed me skateboarding, "Shouldn't you be training like the rest of us?!"

Bakugou was plunging his arms inside a barrel of hot water, blasting his explosions in the air as he yelled. At the sight of how big his explosions were compared to his normal attacks, I could see how much of a difference it made with his training.

"Calm down. No need to be so stubborn about it," I nagged, "I'm just taking a break."

"Oh, yeah?!" he turned to me, submerging his arms inside the hot water again, "While the rest of us are here training our asses off?!"

"Y-Yeah," I looked away, ashamed, "I feel kinda bad about that."

After that, Bakugou kept on exploding the air, ignoring my presence. So I moved from beside him and stood in front of him, having the barrel the only thing between us.

"Could you leave me alone?!" he demanded, "Some of us are actually trying to train here!"

"You know, I've been thinking about you ever since you started training me, Bakugou..."

Bakugou's eyes widened, pulling out his arms from the barrel as he backed down when he heard me. His face was all red and sweaty, but I assumed it was because of the intense heat of the explosions and the hot mist of the water hitting Bakugou's face every time he put his hands inside.

"W-What?!"

"I haven't forgotten about our fight," I explained, "You still owe me a match."

Bakugou grunted, closing his eyes as he lowered his head, trembling from the frustration.

"N-Next time finish what you want to say, y-you idiot...!"

Bakugou avoided my look for some reason, plunging his arms in the hot barrel, but kept on talking to me.

"So, what did Aizawa make you do?"

I scratched my head again, embarrassed.

"L-Lift a barbell..."

When I heard myself say that out loud, it was pretty pathetic. While everyone else did incredible things and gruesome training, I was stuck lifting weights; and I couldn't even do that.

I stuffed my hands inside my pockets as I looked down, pouting.

"I'm embarrassed to say it, really," I mumbled, "I think Sensei underestimates me."

"Pfft, yeah. You got that right," Bakugou mocked, "That is pretty pathetic."

I flinched, feeling terrible. I knew Bakugou was just going to laugh at me, but some part of me wished he would at least reassure me in my situation.

"Anyways," he said as he exploded the air, "How much does it weigh? Like 100 pounds or something?"

"No," I shook my head, "2000 pounds."

Bakugou raised his look from the barrel in utter shock.

"What? 1-ton? Seriously?"

I nodded. Bakugou resumed his training, submerging his arms in the hot water yet again.

"And were you able to lift it?"

"No. Not yet," I denied, "But I'm getting there."

Bakugou grinned, exploding the air one last time before looking at me, determined.

"Let's make a bet then," he said as he rested his arms on the barrel, "Since you're so eager to fight me, if you're able to bring that thing here, then maybe I'll consider fighting you here in camp."

My eyes lit up, excited.

"You're on!"