she was confident and dreamy, he was even more confident, maybe a little less dreamy. nonetheless they were perfect for each other.
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➪ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. Vᴇʀʏ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴏɴᴅ.
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✄┈"OH YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME" Theashblonde shouts from across the room. You immediately recognize the voice and feel the tips of your lips curve up in a smirk, as you see him stomping from the classroom doors over to your desk.
You stand up from your seat and cross your arms over your chest, "Tsk tsk, temper temper" you close your eyes calmly as the beast continues stomping towards you, stopping just inches away from your face.
You feel his eyes sending daggers into you, and as you lift your eyelids, just as expected, his vermillion marble-like orbs stare straight into your own.
A minute into the intense stare down, he opens his mouth to speak again "How the hell did you get into this school, being the dumbass you are"
Keeping the same confident stance, with your arms folded, you reply "You know deep down you are glad I'm here, don't you, Princess'Suki?" You snicker. After 9 years, Bakugo had just gotten over the stupid nickname you had given him, even though he hates it. You showed no sign of stopping, and there was really nothing he could do about it.
"First Deku, now you, I think the universe just wants to drive me insane" He scoffs before realizing just one more thing. He grumbles a 'goddamn it' under his breath.
A sinister giggle exits your lips as you gracefully plop back down into your seat "Aww it seems the only seat left for you is right in front of me! What a shame" You clasp your hands together and lean your chin onto them, fluttering your lashes innocently as you watch Bakugo angrily sit down in his unlucky seat.
The rest of the class had just watched the whole situation go down, wondering what a strange year this would be.
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Class was quite boring, other than the fact that you got one of your favorite pro heroes as your teacher. You hadn't made any friends yet, you were too anxious at the entrance exams to make conversation or approach anyone, and you didn't get a chance to meet people before class today, thanks to Bakugo, and his dramatic little 'why did you get into this school!!!!' temper tantrum. You scowl at the thought.
"What's got you making that ugly face" Bakugo looks down at you. You hadn't noticed everyone getting out of their seats to go to the training grounds.
"You" You say, with a bored tone. You emerge from your seat, following the rest of the class, walking right past him. Bakugo just rolls his eyes.
Aizawa makes all the students line up "Alright, we're going to have a ball toss, the student who throws the ball with the least length, will be kicked out of this school" a few students among the crowd let out gasps, and others treated the instructions as if it was a walk in the park.
You had quite the exceptional quirk, it shouldn't be too bad, although you weren't sure if your classmates were stronger than you or not.
Your quirk was called Witch. You could use your powers to do multiple things, but it was just one quirk. You could use it for telekinesis, casting spells, healing yourself, except you didn't exactly practice witchcraft, it was in your blood. No cliche spellbooks or anything of that sort.
Luckily there was no downsides, other than the fact you had to recharge after using a large amount of your quirk, but that was inevitable, everyone needs to regain energy after an amount of time using their quirk.
You hadn't realized you zoned out before Aizawa snaps you back to reality.
"Y/N L/N, you're up next" He shouts. Bakugo went right before you, he smirked proudly on his way back, probably because he got a high score, but you weren't paying attention.
Aizawa tosses you a ball and you try and use your telekinesis to make the ball go further and further.
"704 meters, well done"
You smile and head back to the line.
You had soon found out Bakugo had gotten 705.2 meters, you were okay with that, but you would have enjoyed rubbing in his face if you got a higher score.
"Not too shitty, could do better though" Bakugo yawns amusingly,"I barely tried" You chuckle as you adjust your hair. "Yeah yeah keep telling yourself that" He scoffs.
As you watch a brunette girl toss the ball, you feel a poke at your shoulder.
Turning to the cause of the poke, you find a blond with a unique lightning bolt shape on his bang. His entire aura was bubbly and eccentric, from his cheeky grin to his slightly edgy outfit, you could tell he was a cool dude.
"Well hello" you say, not really sure of where this was heading.
"Hey. Couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you are, would ya maybe wanna go out sometime?" the boy says in a flirty, yet humorous tone, pointing a hand gun at you.
This didn't happen very often for you, once in a while you'd encounter a situation like this, but this was unexpected and cute, it sort of made your day.
You couldn't help but smile, "I'd have to think about it, you're not too bad yourself" You look away for a second, feeling your cheeks warming up just the slightest.
"Looking forward to it babe, The names Denki Kaminari, and you?" He leans towards you expectantly. "Y/N, a pleasure meeting you" You look back at him, smiling again.
"Denki Kaminari!" Aizawa said. It was his turn to toss the ball. He shot me a wink and walked away. You were not really one for flirty and romantic situations, but that was pretty cute.
"You into meatheads like him?" Bakugo cocks an eyebrow. "And if I am?" You smile to Bakugo, head wrapped around the situation, you wouldn't stop thinking about this til next week. Stupid, but true.
"Then you have shit taste in men" He shrugs. You hit his shoulder, "tough talk for someone who has zero love life" you tease.
"Tch, I could have any girl I want" Bakugo scoffed. "Sure sure you keep telling yourself that" you continue teasing. He looks away impatiently, scoffing as he crossed his arms.
He wouldn't admit it, he forced himself not to even THINK IT, but you were right. He couldn't just have any girl he wanted, because the one he wanted, most definitely,
