My Only Sunshine || BakugoxSoftReader ||

13 - Doing My Best

The ball felt firm against my skin, its red stitching was now covered in dust and dirt. The sweat on my hands caught the dust which made it mucky.

My heart pounded heavily.

What can I use to support my throw? I can't use anything without possibly ruining my throw.

I took a deep breath. Sucking in the cool air through my nostrils with a slight scent of sweat and dirt.

The sun hung high, the heat of the day now reaching its highest point. I could feel the sweat collect on my back and face.

The lowest throw was seventy meters. All I have to do is top that! Somehow.
My best record at school was sixty-one meters.

Dammit... It's now or never.

I thought of everyone who counted on me. Midoriya... I don't know how hard you trained to get a power that strong but I know it must have been near impossible. Katsuki... I will show you that I'm not as weak as you say! Mom... I know life has been rough but I'll prove to you that I can make it even through the hardships! Everyone! Wish me luck! I'm gonna do my best, dammit!

My arm rushed, my muscles tensed. I grid my teeth at enough to hear a click of my jaw. The wind rushed past and using every ounce of strength, determination and hope I threw the ball hard. With it leaving my hand I wished all my hopes along with it.

I watch it fly through the wind, not even breaking a sound barrier as it slowed and landed on the ground.

I heard the tracking device beep, I didn't look. I didn't want to look. I kept my head down while letting my thoughts flood my mind.

"Does... (Y/N) have a quirk?"
"I didn't see her use one!"
"Oh, the poor dear..."
"She looks so sad..."
"Did you see her at the exam?"
"No? I knew she was on the same battlefield as me but I didn't see her!"
"Why is she not using a quirk? Does she have one?"
"She's so damn useless!"
"Bakugo that's not very nice!"

I heard them all. They were judging me. I knew I failed. I didn't want to look anymore. The tears fell for the hundredth time today.

Dammit. Why do I have to cry so much... Why am I such a... Crybaby.

"(L/N)," Aizawa spoke.

" I understand your situation but at times like these, you need to face your fears head-on no matter the outcome. That, it key to being a pro hero."

"Why bother when I won't be a pro hero, sensei?"I sighed.

" You can't let insecurity control what can and can't happen. Now, look at your score, (L/N). And take it as a pro hero would. "

You looked up at Aizawa, letting him see the tears that fell. You were upset but you felt respect for his sincerity.

Your eyes read the device.

68.89 meters.

You looked up at him again, tears flooding half your eyes. A smile formed.

" That's better than my high-school score." You chuckled sadly.

The day lengthed, finishing up activities and breaks. Eventually, everyone gathered around Mr Aizawa as he called for us.

I breathed out softly, my heart already accepting my fate. I felt grateful to experience it all.

" Okay, I'll quickly tell you the results," Mr Aizawa spoke.

"The total is simply the marks you got from each test."