Unmade [Bakugo X Female Reader]

Memories Log #241

"L/n"

Bouncing your head following the rythm of the music that was blasting from your headphones you looked at a VERY unamused Seiji.

You pursed your lips, What did I do this time? I've been behaving!

"I'm surprised you heard me over that loud music."

OOOH

The headphones got it

You took them off and stowed your phone away.

You got out of the bus, lining up in order, hands lined at up at your backs standing for the debriefing.

Provisional Yada Yada

Exam Yada Yada

We've heard it so much already.

Since you weren't up front your presence was easily hidden from the principal and Seiji, you relaxed your shoulders and body. Your eyes lazed about the surrounding, but all you could see was Nagamasa's shiny lustrous hair.

Must resist

But it's so perfect

Ehh. He won't mind

You started playing with the light brown hair, Nagamasa as always just let you do your thing. He figured it was best since the exams aren't meant to be taken by first years, Inasa and you were just different.

Ignoring whatever dull speech Seiji gave you started to focus on other conversations around you.

'That's Shiketsu!'

'With a lot of students'

'They're a powerhouse school right?'

'Well not better than U.A, I prefer having to face off Shiketsu'

'You said it'

'Isn't she too young to be taking the exam?'

"What's that 'posed to mean?" You whispered, "Just one year younger than everyone else, no biggie."

You clicked your tongue, continuing to listen to others without them being aware. Apparently the Intel gathering courses weren't so useless afterall.

'Oh crap!'

'What?'
'..It's U.A..'

"

U.A?" You poked out from Nagamasa's shoulder.

A huge white bus with the signature golden engraving of your rival school, in terms of things you didn't exactly pay attention to in class. In the end the supposed rivalry was mostly made up, the two schools didn't hate each other like the some of the public believed.

The small group of students huddled up in front of a guy that was begging to be put out of his misery.

You couldn't actually hear what he said, his voice was so low, you couldn't imagine having to sit through a class with a dull teacher like that. Whatever he said didn't seem encouraging at all, but they seem pumped.

"I'll become a chick!"

One of the boys, with bright red hair and a boisterous voice stepped forward. He seemed like he'd a cool friend