Endeavor's Bastard Son [Bakugo x Male!OC] TodoBaku

2) A Bizarre Request

💥Bakugo💥

I stand in the overcrowded train car, looking down at my phone with a bored expression, trying my best to tune out the sounds and voices of the people around me. I'm scrolling through media when I spot an article about what happened between Mt. Lady and Midnight this morning. They were discussing the topic of women heroes wearing scandalous costumes. "Tch." Pathetic. I think it's a cry for attention.

Personally, I wouldn't want heroes running around dressed like sluts. I don't give a shit what reasons you might have. I mean, Midnight's first costume as a rookie hero barely covered anything. Just her walking down the street during patrol would cause giant ass traffic accidents. It's counterproductive and makes it hard to take them seriously.

"Attention," I glance up briefly from my screen as the voice comes from the overhead speakers. "The train may experience a bit of shaking." Seconds after the warning the train car does begin to rattle, and I plant my feet to keep from losing my balance. I jolt forward when a body suddenly collides with mine from behind.

My brow furrows in annoyance as a dull ache spreads through my back, since the other person was roughly slammed against me. I turn to look over my shoulder as the asshole begins to apologize. I freeze when I see who it was that had bumped into me, and immediately my blood boils. "Bakugo."

Ren Todoroki. Aside from slight shock, his expression was placid. As usual. It's been awhile since our fight in Gym Gamma and have been avoiding each other ever since. Actually, scratch that, he's the one that's been going out of his way not to be around me. I don't give a shit, one way or the other, but Mr. Aizawa has made sure to keep us separated during training.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He shoots me an annoyed look and motions me to quiet down. "Geez, you're being unnecessarily loud. Calm down, dude."

"Like I give a shit! Die!" I glare down at him, ignoring the concerned whispers of the other passengers. Suddenly the train rocks again and the sand wielder loses his balance. He stumbles into me and instinctively grabs onto my biceps to help steady himself. My body goes rigid at his touch and I narrow my eyes.

This motherfucker! I quickly recover from the momentary shock and try to shove him away from me. "Suddenly forget how to use your legs? Get the fuck away from me!" He doesn't budge and my irration increases. "There's no where else for me to go. Can't you just bear it for now?"

"When hell freezes over, you half blood bastard!" He doesn't respond to my taunting and I grit my teeth, trying and failing to push him away again. I freeze when suddenly the guy's voice comes through the speakers again, announcing the next stop. The train comes to a stand still, the sound of the brakes screeching is grating to my ears, and the doors slide open. The train car becomes flooded with even more annoying people who crowd around us.

Ren makes a quiet noise when he's shoved even closer to me, our bodies almost completely flush with each other. The only thing keeping space between our torsos was Ren's arms, which where pressed into my chest. It suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe and I was frozen in place. In this position he couldn't lift his head up without our faces being inches from each other.

So he kept his head lowered. Fucking damn it! A sudden rush of emotions hit me. Ones I thought I'd killed for good, but just a moment trapped with this jackass brought them all back. I could feel my heart racing in my chest as heat spreads through my body and I'm unable to focus on anything, but the boy pressing against me.

You bastard! I hate you! Why the fuck does this keep happening? Ever since the Sports Festival my body has been acting strangely and it's this fucker's fault. I've been wracking my brain for weeks, trying to come up with a logical explanation to my ridiculous behavior.