"𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬. 𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩?"
You hadn't thought that getting into U.A. would result in you becoming the 'class pet'. After school hours, you were used to fuel the desires of the class.
But yo...
You, Uraraka, Kirishima and Bakugou had been sparring for the better part of two hours. The four of you took turns, sometimes doing 1v1, other times doing 2v2.
Although the main reason you trained with them was because they were so strong, you also really enjoyed their company.
Uraraka was kind and supportive, yet unafraid to speak her mind.
Bakugou and Kirishima were both quite feministic, and shared your views on a lot of things. They hyped you up, well... Kirishima did. Bakugou just did it in his own... roundabout way!
"That was a good hit," a teasing smile plays at your lips, "'s a shame you missed."
Kirishima groans playfully in response, directing another jab your way, to which you dodge.
"You're so mean to me, L/N. I thought we were bros!"
Rolling your eyes, you kick your leg out, nearly sweeping Kirishima off of his feet.
"We can be bros, but that won't stop me kicking your ass."
"Oi!" You hear Bakugou shout from the sidelines, his black tank top clinging to his muscles. "Shitty hair, you better win this!"
"Go Y/N! I believe in you!" Uraraka shouts as well, causing Bakugou to growl.
The two bicker while you and Kirishima dance around each other, awaiting a spot to go for.
Your breath comes out heavy, and while you're still pretty self-conscious about the way that you get out of breath quicker than everyone else, they never seem to care.
An unexpected punch to your gut has you reeling, your face scrunching up from the sudden pain.
Before you can gather up your senses again, you're forcefully jostled to the ground, your back aching when it hits.
Your chest rises and falls deeply every time you gasp for air, your face flushed and warm.
Kirishima grabs a hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head as he straddles you.
