Highschool Sweethearts (bakugou x reader)

Show and Tell

"That's good." Before either of us could say anything else Mr. Aizawa walked in and class began.
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"Do you really think it's ok to host a sports festival right after the villain attack?" someone asked from the back of the room. I wasn't quite sure who nor did I really care, I could have died and yet this school believes they're "strong", they let fucking low-class musty villains in but they're strong right. I was livid, but I needed to remind myself why I was doing this; money... and of course to save victims but you know the money doesn't hurt. The pain from my nails digging into my palm slowly registered in my mind as I felt something hit the back of my head. Slowly turning my head I look behind me and find Bakugou looking anywhere but in my direction, as a piece of paper rolled up into a ball is on the floor. Bending down to pick up the ball of paper, I slowly open it, making sure not to attract any attention. 'I'm sorry, can we talk?' I wasn't sure what to think, I mean who did he think he was, better yet what did he think of me!? Rolling it back up into a ball I drop it back on the floor, stepping on it, and return my attention to what it always should have been on, my education. The class went by as a blur and before I knew it, it was already over. I grabbed my things and headed toward the lockers.

"Hey Y/n, " Denki said as popped up behind me. "You left so quickly I had to jog to catch up with you." Had I?

"Oh sorry, I just didn't want to be late for my next class."

"A few minutes never hurt anyone," he teased but for some reason (starts with a b and ends with akugou) I just didn't have the energy to reciprocate.

"It kinda does... I've missed so much class time just this week alone, and I have so much to catch up on, and my head is still killing me, and and-" tears started forming in the corner of my eyes and I just couldn't let them out. I was tried of crying and being weak. I looked off to the side as to avoid making eye contact with Denki and pretended to scratch the corner of my eye in attempting to collect my tears before they fell.

"Whoa, are you ok?" I hear how earnest he sounds but what I needed now was not more pathetic pity.

"Um, something just um flew in my eye. I'll see you later okay?" I didn't wait for his response and just left towards the direction of my next class. I stopped on the way to the girls restroom to fix myself. The last thing I needed was more questions. As I entered my English class and opened my notebook. I never really had to pay attention to Present Mic, one he was impossible not to hear and two there was nothing he could teach that I already didn't know. So rather than take notes I started to doodle as I allowed my brain to wonder. The sports festival was probably the most important event of the year. Depending on my performance I would be able to intern at some good hero agency and better yet I'll be able to prove my worth. Ending up in the nurses office twice in a week isn't that great of a testimony to my strength. I started to form week long training plan and decided to fully commit to it. That meant no distractions; that meant no boys.

During lunch I headed out to the yard area and found a nice tree to sit under. The weather was beautiful and calming. I didn't realize how much I just needed a moment to myself until this very moment. Closing my eyes I laid down on the grass allowing my fingers to run through the grass, connecting myself with the ground. As I drifted further images of my surroundings started to flash in my mind, but it wasn't based off of memories. No, it was as if I was watching a monitor and everything was happening live. Another flash of an image appeared but this time there were a pair of shoes near my head. My eyes snapped open and looking down at me was a familiar blond.

"Y/n, can we, um talk." It was as if the words physically hurt him to say.

"I think we talked enough Bakugou." I sat up and turned myself around to face him. He was towering over me so I had to look up at him in order to find his eyes. Despite the difference of our levels, it I felt as if he was looking at me as if he finally saw me as an equal. Which I mean, you know is insane. It's Bakugou I'm talking about here, he was his own god, but yet for some odd reason I'd like to believe this was the first time he truly saw me for me. Not some prey, not some extra, but other hero in training.