Bakukiri x reader. Almost perfect

Combat

You struggled to pay attention in class all day.
I must've made that up in my head right? Imagined kirishima saying that? Why would I imagine that though? You questioned yourself all day and deemed yourself as insane. Mina caught onto your weird behavior but didn't say anything thinking it was just a rough workout this morning or the fact it was Friday.

In fact every Friday you met with bakugou to train hand on hand combat. Your quirk allowed you to control energy and use portals which was great for using your enemies attack against them but it always worked best at a distance. So you decided halfway through first year you wanted to get better at hand on hand combat and who better to help you than bakugou who excelled at it. It had taken a lot of time to convince him but he looked forward to it too. It was always friendly but they never went easy on each other making it great for stress relief. They decided on fridays in case they took it too far they had the weekend to recover.

Bakugous POV ——

I met simiko in the training field like I did every Friday. I saw her sitting and stretching her legs with her face zoned out on the grass. She looks preoccupied.
"What's wrong loser?" I asked sitting by her.
"What? Oh. Nothing." She looked like her brain was going in circles. You decided against pushing any further and you both got ready.

You went easy at first seeing that she wasn't fully there. Her attacks were sloppy and her reactions late. What the hell is wrong with her today? You were aggravated at her lack of focus. You began to pick up the pace and she snapped out of her head a little more fighting back like normal. There we go. You were about to advance again when her eyes left you completely. You looked to see her staring at shitty hair. He took this opportunity to make a point and swept her legs from under her pining her hands above her head with one hand as your straddled her waist. Your thighs squeezed her waist to ensure she couldn't move. Your free hand made a tiny spark next to her face showing off that you had beat her in a split second. Your face displayed a cocky grin but when your eyes met hers your grin dropped. Why the hell is she fucking looking at me like that. Her cheeks were a deep pink, her lips lightly parted as she panted softly, and her eyes filled with something he couldn't fully read. She quickly got out from under him standing up and refusing to make eye contact. She was embarrassed? Of what? That she lost so easy?

You were completely clueless as she stuttered "I.. I think I'm going to go back to my room. I'm not feeling really well."

Seriously. What the hell is wrong with her?you thought.