"You make everyone see what you want to see, Y/n."
"Their willpower makes them see what they want."
"I don't want to have to see our future if it's a mirage."
"You're the one making yourself see it."
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" "His face was fucked up, and his hands were all bloody!"
"Oh, but you should see the other guy." "
I get to the front of the dense crowd and find Bakugo. His face held a furious scowl with a bruise on his cheek and palms tinged pink. His opponent was some upperclassman, the taller boy on the ground, bleeding above his eye with an equally angry look.
"Seriously?" I sigh while going forward and look into the blond's eyes, my quirk taking over. His hands slump to his sides, eyes dulling at the contact of my static. Two of my fingers rest against a pressure point in his neck.
"Hey, Senpai," I call out to the bigger boy across from us. "You should go see Recovery Girl. He did a number on you." He grumbles and stands to his feet, eyes warily watching the pomeranian with each step before he bumps into my shoulder roughly.
"Freak." He spits and walks out of my view before I sneer. My hand harshly falls from Bakugo's skin.
"Wha- Where'd he go!?" Bakugo sneers at the disappearance of the other student. "I wasn't finished!" He looks at me, knowing I let him go. "Why'd you do that, Pipsqueak!?"
"You don't need to be expelled this early in the morning." I shake my head and take his jacket collar, pulling him away from the crowd and towards class.
He throws insults back and forth through the hallway as I keep pulling him and suddenly stop.
Turning toward him, my hand moves on its own to slap him across the cheek. I let go of his jacket, frowning heavily.
"I know why you did it, but I'm not letting you get in more trouble." I cross my arms and leave, hearing him 'tch' at me before the sound of his shoes coming toward me.
"He said shit he shouldn't have about my classmates. Our classmates. I couldn't let him keep insulting us like that." He explains and I nod, keeping quiet on the way to class.
I could hear him grind his teeth in the silence and my ear twitched before I turned to him.
"Grind any harder you'll have flat rocks instead of teeth." I tease with a straight face and he grumbles, then I walk into the classroom first, setting my bag on the floor before sitting down.
He comes into class with a redhead in tow, the latter chatting up a storm. He noticed me sitting in my seat behind Bakugo's and grinned widely, rushing past the pomeranian to his desk.
"Hi! I'm Kirishima. Eijiro Kirishima. What's your name?" He eagerly questions and I can't fight a bashful smile at his sudden excitement. Propping my head up in my palm, I swing my leg over the other and look into his pretty eyes.
"Himiko, (Y/n) Himiko. Why the sudden interest, Red?" I watch as he sits backward in Bakugo's seat, the other boy standing awkwardly waiting for the interaction to be over.
