porcelain bones // k. bakugou

Chapter 2

Fragile Introductions

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As you stepped in, the first thing you-

"DEKU!" 

"AGH WHAT THE-" You couldn't even finish your exclamation as the yelling continued. The moment you stepped in, you found yourself a spectator like the rest of the class as an ash blonde boy with spiky hair built like a war veteran slammed a hand on a green haired boy's desk, disrupting what seemed to be note taking on the green boy's part.

"WHY THE HELL IS YOUR WATER BOTTLE ON MY DESK HUH?!?" The boy roared. The green one only mustered out a few stuttered excuses as his hands shot up defensively. "I was- You- It was an accident!" The blonde one didn't seem to hear him as he continued to yell.  

What a familiar sight.  They'll grow on me? Yeah right. Not after seeing that..

WHAM!

Mr. Aizawa dropped some textbooks loudly onto his desk/podium thing. "Bakugou. Back to your seat. Now." His tone, once relaxed and uncaring became firm and authoritarian in an instant. Damn. Scruffy's got experience. The loud bully clicked his tongue in annoyance and returned to his seat. Meanwhile, the green haired one shakily resumed his activity, recovering from his sudden distraction. 

"We have a new student. She's this nice girl over here. May you introduce yourself?" Mr Aizawa gestured to you. Guess this is where you come in.

What are you meant to do now that you're standing in front of the class like this? Your knees seemed to feel weaker than normal. There are so many eyes... NO! You won't go down like this. You promised yourself you wouldn't. With all your strength you swallowed your fear and bowed respectfully to the class.

"Um.. Hello, HELLO! My name is Y/N L/N. I'm 15 years old and my quirk is Universe."  Your voice cracked on the very last part of your introduction, leaving your inner voice screaming in agony. Luckily the class didn't show any sign of ridicule, except for a small snicker you heard in the corner. You couldn't pinpoint who it was though.

A girl with brown hair that framed her face in a round way raised her hand. "Can you show us your quirk?" Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I have a space-themed quirk too! I'd love to see yours!" She was such a bubbly individual you smiled in return. "Well-" 

"Sorry Uraraka. You can see her quirk in the hero exercises. Not now." Mr. Aizawa interjected. The girl sighed and retracted. "Okay, if there aren't any more questions we'll continue on with class. L/N, go and take a seat behind Jiro." You nod and walk to your seat, movements stiff from awkwardness. As you were walking however, you noticed something truly unfortunate. "Shit, that bully sits near me. I mean he's not right next to me so that's a good thing but still.."

You passed him, your skirt brushing against his hand which was holding the side of his table. He stiffened at the contact and so did you, much to your chagrin. "Shoot." You still didn't stop though as you continued to hurry into your seat and sit down. That whole process of sitting down had only taken a few moments, it was unnoticeable to others how long it felt but to you, it was like it was going in slow motion. Truly terrible.

Aside from that though, you were truly grateful your teacher was keeping your condition a secret. You really didn't want anyone to turn you into a baby because of it.

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Bakugou's POV

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"-And my quirk is UnivERse." The boy watched as the new girl--L/N internally died after finishing her sentence. Ooh, that voice crack has got to feel embarrassing. He couldn't help but snicker at the girl. It was obvious how she was trying so hard to keep cool but he could practically hear her internal voice screaming.  

But that aside.. He couldn't help but feel as if this girl was familiar somehow. Her awkward mannerisms, voice cracks.. It all felt like..

DEKU.

God that damn nerd! Bakugou hated his guts. He hated how the boy kept crawling back into his life stronger and stronger. And now he has to deal with a female version of him? Give him a fucking break. Just then her skirt brushed against his hand and snapped him back to reality, like a wave of awareness rushed over him.

He didn't want to look up at her and see her face then for some reason. For just a moment he felt just as awkward as she probably was. But ONLY for a moment. Just the one. Other than that there was nothing. He's Bakugou Katsuki for God's sake! The future number 1 of Japan!

He retracted his arm and crossed them over his chest. The chair creaked gently as L/N settled into the seat. And with that, he simply wiped her from his thoughts and continued to listen to Mr. Aizawa's teachings.