Liability ~ Bakugo X OC

No Limits

A tear slid down Yuki's face as her door slammed shut. The kids in general studies could be such jerks! Just because Yuki was allowed special permissions to leave campus for police work did not mean they could accuse her of sleeping with their teacher to get to leave campus! Honestly! They saw her every night going to her dorm room, so where did the rumor even come from? And where was Shinso? Didn't he have some cool authority over the class since the festival? Why wasn't he there to talk to them?

The worst part was she knew they knew that wasn't true! So why would they accuse her?

Yuki made it a few steps before she collapsed. Her knees pulled tight to her chest and she buried her face. Her deep breaths slammed against the walls and her tan walls shrank and grabbed at her and the ground spun. Her breathing retched out of her and she smacked her hands against her head.

You're having a panic attack, she reasoned with herself. Yuki forced herself to slow her breathing. Just think about something constant. What's constant?

Yuki looked out her window with puffy, soaked eyes. Staring back at her was none other than Katsuki Bakugo. He sat at a desk, probably in the middle of homework, and his eyes were puzzled while he stared at her. What were the odds that their rooms were right across from each other?

Another sob ripped out of Yuki's chest like a vulture shredding its meal. She wiped furiously at her eyes and shoved her head back in her knees.

Closing her blinds would be the easiest way to erase this new embarrassment. She quivered across her room—now it was large...too large.

You need to talk?

Bakugo held up a piece of paper with neat handwriting sprawled across it. Yuki stared at it as another quaking sob pulled itself out of her body when he pulled the blinds and tumbled to her bed.

Yuki was alone. It was dark and the world kept spinning. She gulped and pushed her blinds open a little. Bakugo'd returned to reading something and she saw him look between the textbook and his notebook, where he wrote quickly. After a few moments of jotting, he looked back up.

Bakugo stared at Yuki expectantly. She held up a finger, before disappearing behind the blinds again. When she returned, she opened her blinds wide and wrote with a black marker in a notebook.

Are you busy?

He read her message and flipped through his notebook to the back page. After a few seconds, he held it up and Yuki noticed the "you need to talk" was crossed out, and under it, neatly, No. Downstairs.

Yuki agreed. She sped out of her room to the elevator. Luckily, no one was on it. Yuki stood, and the elevator couldn't have possibly moved any slower. Finally, the button dinged and the door slid open.

Yuki walked swiftly and quietly. The lounge was loud with students talking and she strolled past. Her heart picked up and a wicked grin spread across her face. Yuki took a deep breath.

"It's the slut!" Hina yelled.

Yuki sprinted. She didn't stop to feel anymore grotesque emotions or to hear anymore comments. She didn't even stop when she passed Shinso, who'd finally returned from wherever he went. She didn't stop when he yelled after her, and she didn't stop until her shoes sent echoes of the 1-A building around the corridor.

Bakugo walked out of the large doors with a little bag in hand. He looked her up and down and walked past her. Yuki gasped for air when she fell into step next to him, her teal hair pulled up in a messy dirty bun.

"So," Bakugo finally said. Yuki's stomach flipped and she stood up taller as if she'd been told in five minutes she would give a speech in front of the whole school. "You going to talk?"

They turned a corner and were on the school's outside training grounds. A large field laid out in front of them with a miniature forest at the end. Yuki turned to face Bakugo, her frail body trembling. It was quite comical, seeing her next to Bakugo, with his toned muscles and broad chest. They were as opposite as you could get.

"Can you—can you teach me to fight?" Her voice wavered, but her gaze set cooly on his.

He wasn't expecting that. "Uh—yeah...Sure."

"What? Really?"

"Why not?" Bakugo grinned maniacally. "About time Chicken Bones stopped being a chicken."

She laughed lightly. Her deep, brown eyes were still pools of misery. Her body still trembled, and when the wind blew, loose hair fell from her messy buns and curled around her face. Bakugo watched her close her eyes as the trees rustled and a small shiver decorated her arms. Everything about this frail girl he hated, so why would he agree to help her? What was she doing to him?

Yuki felt agitation like it was phlegm that lumped in her throat. "Bakugo?"

"Yeah?"

They made eye contact. Even down to their eyes, they were opposite—one was bright and alive with fire while the other was deep and full of cold coal. "Thank you."

"Whatever." Bakugo led them across the field to the loud trees.

Yuki sat across from Bakugo, her skin still full of bumps like that on a raw chicken. Bakugo unzipped his black jacket and it landed on her head. She peered at him with wide eyes and Yuki felt the twist in her stomach. 

"Here," Bakugo shoved the bag towards Yuki.

"Wow! Thank you, Bakugo!" Yuki stared at a few hot buns. She grabbed one before handing the bag back to him.

He shrugged. "If you're gonna fight, you need to eat a lot more."

"Oh?"

"You're gonna have to force yourself to. Instead of eating to survive, you're gonna be eating to sustain a working body. More you work, faster you lose calories. So, if you really want to fight, you have to eat."

Yuki tore the hot bun open and revealed the sweet pork on the inside. "I didn't know you were such a health nut."

Bakugo looked up at the giant school. He'd regret agreeing to this—he just knew it. But still, one look in her eyes and he couldn't refuse her. He knew she was everything he hated—but it didn't seem to matter when it came to those eyes. "I'm serious, Chicken Bones."

There were "off-limit" emotions Yuki had learned over the years. These were the emotions (the twists and turns in her stomach like a jittery car sputtering to start) that if she felt, she'd turn and leave—it wasn't worth getting involved with those people.

And even though she felt all those emanating off of Bakugo, Yuki didn't want to run from him. Besides, where would she run to? Back to the class of jerks?

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