Burn Me (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter Forty Two

Sparring with Class 1-A broke down into three levels of difficulty.

Level one, was the easiest people to take down: Ochaco, Jiro, Aoyama, Kaminari, Koda, Sero, Toru and Mineta. These eight students did not excel in hand-to-hand, they held better odds at support than combat.

The second level was modularly hard, you had to put in effort with: Mina, Asui, Ida, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Tokoyami, and Momo. You believed with more training, these eight would grow to become fine heroes.

The third and final level were the strongest students in Class 1-A, they rivaled your own strength and speed: Kirishima, Shoto, Midoriya and Bakugo. These four made you work for it.

Kirishima was the first to jump at fighting you. Before he did, he steadied himself before getting in the ring with you. He repeated his words he spoke to Bakugo; you were a trained killer. He had to place his emotions aside and come at you with everything he got. Kirishima's fighting style was that of a bulldozer, he was good but needed to work on his speed which was what gave you an advantage over him.

The fight with Shoto made it clear to him that he felt a connection to you. Ever since the fight with Stain, where you placed him as your equal and trusted him to have your back, he felt attached. You two held a similar past; forced to fight at such a young age. He wouldn't lose to Midoriya or Kirishima when it came to you. Shoto got inside his new emotions and became distracted, allowing you to take him down.

The fight between Midoriya and you were similar to Shoto, you couldn't understand why he was so inside his head. Every move he made was calculated and he held back when striking you, which led to his defeat.

You turned, feeling yourself panting as the last and final fight was walking towards you. Fucking Katsuki Bakugo, you felt your arm cringed recalling the melting pain his quirk unreleased.

"Remember no quirks this time." You gravely mocked.

"I know." He responded; his voice tightly wound. Aizawa called out to start, for a moment Bakugo waited, which was odd. You expected him to be like Kirishima and bulldoze his way through you, but he hesitated but only for a handful of seconds.

The two of you each got hits in, Bakugo slammed his leg against your back sending you to the ground. Aizawa was beginning to wonder if you were getting sloppy due to you being overly excursed. Perhaps they shouldn't have done both classes in the same day.

You rolled out of the way of Bakugo's crushing boot. Quickly drawing your leg, you were able to kick Bakugo backwards getting some distance. You jumped back to your feet in time you duck out of the way of Bakugo's rapid strikes.

You watched as his fist went flying past your face, in that slowed moment you got a swift of a familiar scent, sweet caramel and melted sugar. You looked to Bakugo and smirked after landing a hit that skitter him backwards.

"What's that look for!?" He grunted, shooting daggers in your face.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "Just didn't think you were the fragrance type."

"Hah!?" Bakugo twisted his face, "What the hell does that mean!?"

"You smell like a cookie."

"That's my sweat dumbass!" Bakugo snapped, "My quirk makes me smell like a freaking piece of candy!"

"Ha!" You laughed.

"Why the hell are you laughing!?" Bakugo pointed, "Have you smelled yourself lately!? You fucking reek!" You frowned; his word cut through you so effortlessly, all of a sudden you felt self-conscious.