Wrong (Izuku Midoriya x reader)

12.

idk

"What's your damn quirk."

You looked over to Bakugo, thinking about the response you wanted to give him, before kicked a rock was along your path. You were unsure if you should tell him or not. You barely even knew him but he seemed trustworthy.... He obviously wasn't a very 'let's make friends with everyone!' kinda person, more like a 'i won't be friends with anyone!' Yet, here you were, basically hanging out with the guy. He would never admit the two of you were hanging out but you weren't about to mention it. You watched as the pebbles below your feet dug into the dirt slightly.

"Uh...I don't really know what it is..."

You avoided eye contact. He wasn't looking at you anyway but you still wanted to avoid his peripherals catching you looking at the dude.

He scoffed. "Then explain it."

You stayed silent, hoping to avoid the question by some miracle.

"It obviously has something to do with touching people. Every time some one gets close you clench your hands to a fist and hide them, ever so slightly. Of course I notice, because how could I fucking not?"

You were slightly taken aback. You only thought of him as some self-absorbed, cocky cunt, but he not only seemed to use his strength but also his brain. Mind. Blown. You chuckled lightly.

He seemed to either not notice your chuckle or just ignore it. "You have a quirk like round face or something?"

"Something like that..?"

"Okay so you don't. Just fucking tell me already. I won't tell anyone about it, but it must be something to have people following you around and getting warned about you."

His eyebrows furrowed as he quickly looked down at you, then back straight ahead. Were you really that easy to read? Your guard must have been let down.

"If I touch someone, they die but I can still see them. Like a ghost I guess. I also can't take physical damage. Shoot me, kick me, punch me, set me on fire, any damage as long as my bones are sorta fine, I'm fine, I don't feel it. But blood loss can kill me. Sometimes I see other people...."

You mumbled the last part, mainly talking to yourself. You shook your head and got nervous. You spurt that out and you were positive he'll think of you as someone who wasn't cut to be a hero. Cliché, sure, but you couldn't stop from thinking it.

"If you don't really feel the pain, why didn't you overexert yourself to be better than all of those other loser. Probably could have won a few, dumbass."

He was completely calm, acting no different as he was before. He honestly didn't care. He was just curious on why the hell you were being followed everywhere and why the teachers caused such a panic about you when you obviously had no motive to hurt anyone around you. He saw you as weak, but everyone else thought of you as some scary, evil, villain person who could snap ans kill anyone at any point. Now he understood you might be able to do that, but you would immediately be stopped, anyway.

"Whatever, I just didn't want to show my strength yet. You know, to not scare anyone as scared as they are now."

He chuckled at this.

"Yeah right, wannabe! Don't act so cocky unless you wanna fight!"

"Fine, I will fight you. After school, my house. I have a small training yard."

You smirked cockily and looked at him. He smirked back and furrowed his eyes.

"Bring it on, bones."

You huffed and laughed.