𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲

Walking down the hall, you can feel the eyes burning through you. You've grown used to all the attention at this point since it's something that happens daily. What you haven't gotten used to is the glares.

That's right, glares. It seems that a lot of girls have quite a thing for the popular guys you hang out with, mainly Bakugo, and ever since you walked to class with him those couple of times, they've been there, glaring at you jealously, threateningly, whispering things about you. Staring at you like they wanted to tear your stomach open and watch your guts spill all over the floor. You wouldn't be surprised if some of them actually try to do that.

Now, you're used to girls not liking you. You've been through various friend groups in middle school and high school, and while you try to avoid it, you still get drama. You're a teenager, stuff like that happens.

But this, this is a whole other level. What makes it worse is that you're all by yourself, since Mina is out at the monthly meetings that team captains have to attend. And it's making you even more nervous.

You glance over at them again, seeing them start to make their way over you, escalating this situation ten times more. Maybe you should start running or scream for help. You do have a whistle, but you left it in your gym bag, damn it.

The group of girls surround you, like sharks in blood-filled waters, circling you, and preparing to go in for the kill. "Stay away from our Katsuki-Kun."

"Katsuki-Kun?"  You repeat, the name sounding familiar to you. It's right on your tongue, but you can't remember who exactly that is.

"Bakugo, you dumb bitch!" One of the girls in the back shouts, and you let out a small "Oh" in realization. Never have you heard anyone call him that, and you wondered how he reacted to it.

"And you better stay away from him, because he's ours." Another girl says. And oh my god, does Bakugo have fangirls? That's hilarious.

"You know, I don't really think that's your place to say. He's a grown man, he can make his own decisions, and I doubt he even wants any of you. But don't worry, I don't care for him anyways."

That comment makes the girls violent, one of them pulling you by your hair roughly and making you fall on your ass, leaving your scalp and rear in pain. There is an outbreak of laughter at the action, all of the girls laughing at you and making your face warm in embarrassment.

Where the hell are the teachers? You know what? Fuck this. I don't need teachers. I can handle this myself.

You got to your feet, glaring at the girl in front of you, who is grinning at you smugly, the last thing going through your mind being I'm gonna punch this bitch. Before you slapped her, so hard that your hand stung.

There is a gasp of surprise, and a small pause of silence as you realized what you just did, laughing to yourself. "Oh shit, that hurt like a bitch didn't it?"

The girl wiped her face, glaring at you, and you feel all the other girls starting to close in on you. You're pushed to the floor, girls dog piling on you, kicking and punching at you, pulling your hair and uniform, while you struggle to fight back, flailing around and hitting blindly.

--

"So, have you talked with (y/n)?" Kirishima asks as they continue down the hall, earning a dirty look from Bakugo while he just continued smiling.

"Not really. I think she's still mad at me after what happened at Homeroom the other day." Bakugo huffed, staring at the ground, and clutching the strap to his backpack a little tighter.

"You should apologize, bro. Take responsibility for your actions and tell her you were wrong. Girls really go for that." The red-headed himbo suggested.

"I'm not- I don't need your help-"

But before Bakugo can continue shouting at his friend, they're both distracted, seeing a group of girls crowded around and attacking someone, like they were starved wolves in a frenzy or something. Kirishima squinted, trying to see what they're going after, but then he figures it out.

"Holy shit dude, (y/n)'s getting attacked. She's under all of those girls. We gotta help her." Kirishima realizes.

The two boys rush over, pulling the girls off of you. You're a mess, your hair all tangled up, your face and body covered with scratches and bruises, some blood dribbling from your lip.

"Get off of her!" Bakugo snaps, making all the fangirls scatter, and rush away from you. You can barely stand, seeming in a daze, your body trembling with adrenaline.

"You okay, (y/n)?" Kirishima asks, and you manage to nod, getting yourself back together.

The two boys turn to the girls, who are staring at Bakugo with admiration and not an ounce of fear, despite getting caught trying to tear you to shreds. He feels his fists tighten, glaring at them. "Katsuki-Kun, she was getting in the way, we had to do something about her."

"Shut up. If I catch any of you doing that to her, again, I'll kill all of you." But that only got the reaction the opposite of what he wants from them, hearing excited squeals and cheers. "Just- fuck off, all of you! Or I'm getting a teacher!"

That managed to get the girls to leave, and Bakugo let out a small huff, turning back to you. "We should get you to the infirmary, (y/n). Your lip is bleeding."

"Oh, whoops." You giggle, wiping the blood away. You did taste the metallic mixture in your mouth once before, and it makes you gag a bit.

"You should have Bakugo take you to the nurse's office, who knows what those psychos will do." Kirishima winks at him, and he glares back.

"I think I'll be okay. I'm a big girl, I can handle it." You grin, and something about the way you say that makes Bakugo even more attracted to you.

"But I'll see you guys later." You trudge down the hall, heading over to the nurse's office. Bakugo's eyes following you all along the way.