𝒫𝒜𝒮𝒮ℐ𝒪𝒩 [𝒴𝒜𝒩𝒟ℰℛℰ ℬ𝒩ℋ𝒜 𝒳 ℱℰℳ！ℛℰ𝒜𝒟ℰℛ]

Chapter 6 - the start [edited]

Y/N POV:

I WAS ABOUT to just stop paying attention in class, since Aizawa wasn't the most lively teacher it got kind of boring. The whole time a vibrant blond with a black lightening bolt kept glancing to me. Finally he turned around fully and smiled at me; showing his yellow braces. (Little head canon that he has braces, same with Bakugo and Jirou)

I raised an eyebrow at him a he looked me 'up and down', despite us sitting at desks. 'More like my face to my titties-' I was broken out of my thoughts by him saying: "Why hello.~"

"Hi." I said back, looking back to the board and trying to shake him off. Maybe Aizawa working was actually interesting.

"O-oh, um," he confidence seemed to slowly melt away before he thought of something and got it back. "I might have to call up heaven because you look like an escaped angel." As soon as he finished Aizawa pressed a button and our practice outfits spun out of the wall. "Oh-"

I quickly stood up and walked to mine, grabbing it and trailing to the door. "Wait-wait don't leave-" I heard the vibrant blond yell.

I turned back to him, my hand just touching the door handle. "Oh, were you talking to me?" I asked, letting go of the handle and holding my folded outfit to my stomach.

"Well, yes." He said confused. "Why wouldn't I be talking to you?" He continued, slightly leaning forward when his raven haired friend leaned on him.

I shrugged, looking around as Mina approached us. "I don't know, i kind of just... didn't want to talk.."

And with that, I walked out with Mina to the girls locker room. Leaving a very confused blonde where he last stood, his friends bickering to him what he should've said.

We walked down the halls, nearing the girls locker room. We were talking up a storm as we wanted to fill the silence.

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We walked —some limped— back into the girls locker room, drenched in sweat and some of the girls a bit of tears. Some of them cried.

' Note to self, when fighting Bakugou: go light on the teasing, insults, and name calling... Nah.' I made a note just to not care about it after. 'I'll just step on his hot-headed ass if he does it again.' I added. But he did stare at me a lot.. not weirdly like if he didn't like me. I know he doesn't, he's made that clear multiple times. No... it was more of infatuating, or as if he was contemplating something.

With Bakugou
3RD POV

Oh, he was contemplating. He just couldn't get you out of his head. But it wasn't like he liked you, no! Of course not! He just.. felt as if you needed to have an eye kept on you. Yeah! He knew all of the extra's in that damned class wouldn't dare even try to ask him for something, barely even talk to him. But you, oh you, you were different. Of course you were!

You dared to fight him willingly, to be eager to fight him. Even the way you looked at him was aggravating, Bakugou practically wanted to pulled his hair out whenever you did. But he also didn't.. he also loved the attention..

It was addicting. Ever since they were kids he always wanted you to pay attention to him and not Izuku. It was always his goal to have you only listen to him, to look at him, to only hangout with him. It was never that weird that he would be this protective over her, ever since he got his quirk it was part of his makeshift personality; but it wasn't actually normal. It never was.

But he had grown out of it...

Right?....

Back to Y/N
Y/N POV:

I wiped more sweat from my forehead before gripping the zipper in the front. I quickly unzipped it, slipping it down my shoulders. I signed as the cold air hit my skin, curing my slight overheating. I felt many sets of eyes on me, making me snap my closed eyes open quickly.

I glanced around as I slipped the jacket off my arms. About all the girls were looking at me. 'Hehe- wtf...' I just stared in the eyes of the closest to me, a purple haired girl I heard to be Jirou, as she then quickly fixed her skirt and scurried out.

I swiftly changed out of my, now sweat sticky, outfit. And put on my school uniform, hesitantly looking at the jacket. I sighed and slipped on the jacket, rolling my shoulders at the discomfort.

I threw the door open making sure to close it as fully and as quickly as possible. Mineta and Denki are usually everywhere when it comes to practically naked girls. I was even drawn to just stand by the door to make sure they wouldn't be 12 feet from the door.

I begrudgingly walked back to my class, my slightly heeled shoes making repetitive clacking noises against the polished hall floor.

Today wasn't that bad, maybe this school will be great after all.

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Again, short chapter sorry the new ones will be better. But again edited chapter better chapter