Bakugo x Y/N (reader)

Bakugo's Breakdown

The class ends and the teacher leaves the room to switch classes and some students use the short break to go to the bathroom or get something from their lockers. Bakugo stalks back into the classroom, looking especially grouchy. Guess having a broken nose and being forced to rest will do that to a guy.

"Kacchan!" Midoriya exclaims when he see Bakugo return, "Are you alright? You looked so bloody before, you must have been injured pretty bad."

Bakugo snarls at Deku, "SHUT UP, YOU DAMN NERD! I'll make you even bloodier before I blast you to hell!"

Kirishima stands up to insert himself between Deku and Bakugo. "Hey, Bakubro! Calm down. Deku just wanted to make sure you're alright. You had me all worried too, man!"

Bakugo glares at Kirishima and smacks away the hand Kirishima places on his shoulder. "Get the hell off me ShittyHair. Who told you you could touch me?!"

"Bakugo, I am just trying to-" Kirishima placates.

"NO ONE ASKED YOU! Just stay the hell away from me or I'll blast you to hell with the damn nerd!" Bakugo shoves past Kirishima and Momo cringes slightly when he passes by her desk. Bakugo shoots you a dirty look as he stomps by you and then yanks his chair out with an unpleasant SCREECH before thumping down.

The next teacher comes in and the next class period begins. All throughout the period you can practically feel Bakugo fuming. You don't usually do this, but you turn around several times to look at him and every time he is glaring at you with vicious intent.

The final bell rings, and you don't waste anytime packing up your things and getting the heck out of there. You need a break from the palpable malevolent energy emanating off that boy. You walk quickly past most of class, not stopping to talk to anyone like you usually would. The crowd in the hallway thins as most students linger in class or the hall to talk to their friends.

You round a corner and start down a new hallway, but your wrist is grabbed and you are spun around.

A fuming Bakugo glares down at you. Not that it's anything new. You can't even begin to count the number of times he has glared at you.

"What the hell?!" Bakugo bellows.

Your face scrunches in confusion and you have very little patience to deal with angry Bakugo on a rampage right now. "Why are you yelling at me?"

"YOU THINK I WOULDN'T NOTICE?"

What the hell is he on about now? "Notice what?!" You throw your arms in the air and stare up at him with exasperation.

Bakugo angrily storms forward and you hastily back up. Your backpack bumps against the wall and you turn your head to see you're by a classroom door.
Bakugo slams it open and draws you inside the empty classroom before jamming it shut again. "YOU SON OF A-" Bakugo exhales sharply. "YOU THREW THE FIGHT."

"I did not!" you retort back in confusion. What the heck is he talking about? He's the one who didn't want to use our full quirks.

"STOP LYING!" Bakugo paces angrily in front of you. "I know when you were throwing those barriers at me, you could have made them a lot bigger and thrown them harder for more impact. And when you trapped my hands in the barriers, you only made them large enough to barely contain my hands! If you had made them heavier, I wouldn't have been able to move at all!"

"Okay, first of all," you sass icily, "Stop yelling at me. Second, I didn't want to kill you, so I threw smaller barriers. As for the last thing, yeah, I did keep the barriers smaller. It wouldn't have been much of a fight if you couldn't move your arms, now would it?"

"So, that was your plan all along, dammit! Trying to make me look like an idiot. We're going again! OUTSIDE, right now! Let's go!" Bakugo stomps to the door, but you don't move.

"I'm not going anywhere with you and I'm not fighting you again," you say flatly and cross your arms. "That fight was a training exercise, so we could practice using our quirks and see how they work against others quirks. Not a fight to the death. This is not a competition to see who is the strongest or whatever. So, stop treating it like a game."

Bakugo storms back over, "I AM THE STRONGEST IN THE CLASS! And I'm going to beat you into the ground. All you extras need to get out of my way and be put in your place!"

"We don't need to be put anywhere! You need to get down from your high horse and quit treating everyone else like dirt! Midoriya was worried about you and you just threatened him! And Kirishima!
He's supposed to be your best friend but you treated him like dirt!"

"That's because you are all dirt! None of you even has a chance of becoming a pro hero. IM GOING TO BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO."

"You know what I think?"

"No one cares what you think, dammit!"

You ignore his response and continue on, "I think that you are so focused on becoming number one and are so out of touch with everyone else in the class, that you don't even realize how lonely you are and that you are alienating yourself from everyone else! You are so hell bent on becoming the number one hero, you don't even see us as your classmates. Hell! You push everyone away so well, that you don't even have any friends! The closest thing you have to a friend- is Kirishima. And even him- you only see him as an underling or some sort of pet. And at best, you see everyone else in class as just people beneath you as a stepping stone in your career! You treat everyone so abysmally that no one even likes you! Mineta, the little pervert, is more well liked and has more friends than you."

Bakugo clenches his fists and trembles with rage. "Shut up," he utters quietly, menacingly.

"If I were you, I'd take a good long look in the mirror and start finding a way to get your priories straight. At the rate you are going, you might become the number one hero, but when you get there, you will be standing there all alone because no one will even be able to stand being around you. Do you think other pro heroes will want to work with you if you go on treating people like you do now? Yes, I have no doubt that you will eventually achieve your goals and make it to the top. But you will be your own downfall, when during some battle you will find yourself all alone." You finish speaking, rushing to get it all out. You stare deep into his fiery red eyes and refuse to look away. As you finish saying "you will find yourself all alone", for a split second his eyes turn petrified, but then become covered with rage again.