The Warped Hero - A MHA Fanfic

Can't Stop This Feeling

Kija grinned and kept taking pictures, "This is going to be my new wallpaper."

"I said get down here dammit!" Bakugo snarled. He kicked the tree Kija was sitting in. She smirked down at him, dangling one of her legs over the branch while she held her phone in her hand, not regretting using obscene amounts of her phone storage for this. One of her portals acted as a barrier between her and the branch, and another one above her for the rain.

"Not until you tell me why you're here," Kija said. Bakugo growled, it was either a tiny chihuahua growl or that of a bear, no in-between. He tried to snatch Kija's dangling foot, but she swung it up and kicked him in the back. She hit him with the top of her foot, courtesy so his uniform wouldn't get dirty.

Bakugo didn't think so, obviously.

"The FUCK was that Portals?" He yelled, "Get down here!"

"Not even a good morning," Kija mused, leaning back on her hands and staring up into the rest of the tree leaves, "How rude."

She warped down, appearing behind Bakugo. Kija grabbed his head, lifted the boy up, and spun him around to face her, then plunked him back down.

"Now, why do you need me? And I need the story on this haircut as well." Kija said, backpack in hand as she waited for Bakugo's brain to catch up to reality. The forest they were in, the one around UA's main campus, was private enough for this conversation.

"FIGHT ME!"

Not if Bakugo yelled like that.

Kija sighed, it looked like Bakugo wouldn't answer her hair question. She'd almost hoped Bakugo had forgotten about their training agreement. Since now she had to teach that Shinso kid too. Damn, her schedule was crowding faster than should be allowed.

"FIGHT ME!" Bakugo repeated.

Kija raised an eyebrow, "Isn't that what we're doing tomorrow?"

Bakugo gritted his teeth, irritation and anger mixed in his eyes, "I want to fight now! My stupid internship was useless, I didn't get to battle anyone!"

"Where did you go again?"

"Stupid Best Jeanist's," Bakugo spat.

Kija vaguely recalled hearing stories about the pro from Kei. A fashionable and hardworking hero who was liked by almost everyone. He had quite the reputation for being an upstanding pro with high standards for what a hero should be. And in Kei's immortal words, 'would probably wear denim socks if they were socially acceptable.'

Kija snapped her fingers, "Is that why your hair looks so laughable?"

"FUCK OFF!" Bakugo yelled. He lowered his voice slightly and kicked at the muddy ground, grumbling as he spoke, "My hair got used to it and now it won't go back to normal."

"Huh." Kija'd always assumed Bakugo used kerosene as hair gel and then activated his Quirk to get his hair so spiky, must've been a lot to get it to stick in this new hairstyle. Still, Bakugo moved on, seemingly not concerned with the arsenal of pictures Kija had already taken of him.

"Well?" Bakugo growled, "You too afraid to fight me or something?" A devilish grin split across Bakugo's face, and he raised his hands, tiny explosions going off in his palms as he taunted her, "Just because you're a third year doesn't mean you're strong. C'mon, let's see if you're really worth that senpai title."

Kija closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, "One of these days you're going to mouth off to the wrong person and get killed."

"I'll be the one to kill them!" Bakugo roared. He took another step forward, "So fight me!"