"i'm supposed to be the matchmaker!"
↳ bakugo x reader
4th in katsukixreader
1st in eijiro
2nd in katsukibakugo
2nd in bakugokatsuki
1st in katsuki
[started: 09/08/21]
[completed: 29/09/21]
[editing started: 04/06/24]
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the class then moved onto grip strength. something y/n knew she wouldn't top the class at but still was going to put in her best.
she held the machine in her left hand, not having squeezed it yet due to aizawa's burning stare. y/n smiled at her teacher before diverting her eyes back to the item in hand.
"whenever you're ready." her teacher's voice allowed. and on that, she began.
her left hand squeezed in the clamp as hard as she could, using all the strength she had. she was stood in the corner, back to the class. the girl didn't want the rest of her class to see her face all scrunched up as she struggled against the machine.
"shit." she mumbled, finally reaching her limit. she had trained most of her life so she wasn't going to be anywhere near the bottom of the class but this challenge was based on pure strength, it was up to how well someone had trained.
she couldn't let bakugo beat her by a mile. she had already decided he was going to get higher due to his build, but that didn't mean the gap between scores had to be much.
the device could be heard beeping from her palm so she instinctively let go and too a look at her score.
47.3 kg.
to anyone that would be incredibly impressive, especially when someone were to take a look at her physique. it was above the average adult man's grip strength which clearly showed she was doing well.
y/n however wasn't too impressed. i could have at least gotten 50. she tried again, but had no luck.
the class was then quick to line up in front of a table where their black haired teacher sat with a clipboard placed in front of him.
one by one the students showed the teacher their own grip strength and he would jot down the amount before moving into the next.
"78.1 kg." bakugo's prominent raspy voice announced to the teacher. there being only three students separating them, y/n didn't fail to overheard.
following his plans completely.
when bakugo had first stepped into the line, he wasn't bothered on anyone who surrounded him but only cared about getting his score down and then leaving. but he found himself looking for now one of his two class rivals.
he couldn't have missed her large, white feathered wings. she was only a couple of people behind him in the line so he decided to come up with a little plan.
bakugo was confident he had beaten her score, first by blind assumptions due to the size of the two compared. it wasn't that y/n lacked muscle, it was just bakugo, and the entire class knew, he had more of it.
and second, she didn't have the smug grin on her face that matched the one after she had beaten his time in the sprint.
now he was the one to have that smile.
bakugo felt the emotion creep into his face, quickly snapping his hand up to his face to conceal his smile. he hadn't ever liked smiling much, only mostly when someone was in pain, usually deku.
then line soon finished, mineta, a purple haired perv, being the last to step up, with the weakest grip strength out of the entire class it was guessed.
the tests went on throughout their first morning at ua. most students already being excused groaned at hearing about a long distance run, sit-ups and seated toe-touches to come.
but y/n had trained to preserve energy. as did bakugo. the pair were silently still in constant competition with eachother, one sneaking a glance at the other to keep track of how well they were doing and how much better they themselves were going to have to do.
neither students came first in any of the tests but the feeling of achievement when beating the other blurred their vision from the top spot.
so it was to their surprise when a hologram of the leaderboard appeared in front of the class and their names weren't at the top.
the two pairs of eyes searched for their names frantically from the bottom up before soon landing on their own name in the same moment.
relief flooded through their bodies, although they knew for a fact they wouldn't have come last, their attention wasn't ever on their other classmates.
"what!"
it hadn't raised any suspicion that izuku midoriya was at the bottom of the leader board at 20th place when class 1-a consisted of 21 students.
that mistake was only realised when an angry blond and a calm c/h spotted a name beside their own. a far too familiar name.
