𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 [Katsuki Bakugou x Reader]

⑤ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Three weeks had passed since your acceptance letter from UA came from Shota's coat.

Training was how you spent most your time, the rest of it with Shota and the cats.

"Do you have your books?" Shota ran over every inch of the house looking for something you could have forgotten.

"Yes." You grunted at the heavy weight on your back while sitting at the doorway waiting for the man to just hurry up.

"Do you have your scarf?"

"Yes its righ-"

"Do you have your uniform?"

"Shota I'm literally wearing it right now!" You stood from your crouch and yelled at the over-thinking Shota.

Finally he looked at you frantic. You gave him a look that read 'really?' sarcastically.

"Sorry I just don't want you to start even further behind the rest." He was right, you had far less education than the class of young hero's, but you more experience with your quirk, being trained daily in juvi.

"Thank you, but please don't ever underestimate my packing skills again." You chuckled trying to make light out of the depressing truth.

After just one last check of your room, the two of you headed to the car. It was a twenty seven minute ride, most of it spent in silence as you soaked up the outside world. You didn't care if it was mostly houses, it was the real world.

"We should walk separately,don't want the new students to think I have favouritism." Shota pulled the car to a hold. You only hummed in response, ready to get out the tin can to enter your dream. "And don't tell people I'm your guardian just yet, make a few close friends and you can do whatever you want, but let it be ours and the schools secret till then."

You didn't question him, already knowing the fair reasoning.

Being a teachers child can either make you look like a suck up teachers pet, or make others use you for a better grade. Though you weren't his kid the affects would still hit.

"See you at class Mr. Aizawa." You smiled at Shota, him giving you a glare before chuckling and waving you off.

Being driven in by a teacher meant you were earlier to school than any other student. Or so you thought.

Pulling the class door open, music blasting through your ears on the new foreign phone Shota got you last week, you saw a tall blue haired boy sitting in one of the chairs on the left wall.

You jumped at the sight of him, ripping headphone out your ear with your jump.

"Good to see another student who knows punctuality." The boy stood and walked over to you. When he stopped he jutted out his hand. "I'm Tenya Iida. It's nice to meet you."

You stared at his hand for a moment before shaking it. "My name is (Y/N)."

Iida looked at you puzzled, confused to where the rest of your name went. "Just (Y/N)?" He questioned and pushed his glasses up his bridge.

"Wow man I know it ain't sparkling like a diamond but jeez." You joked, the nervous expression rapidly growing over Iida's face.

"No I didn't mean it in a rude way." his voice was high, all you could do was giggle at him. "It just seems so informal to call you your first name after one minute of knowing you."

"Don't sweat it. Simply just don't like my last name." You shrugged off your lie. Nobody could know your last name, they could recognize you from the millions of news reports and theories flying round the country on your mothers death that was blamed on you.