Endless Forms Most Beautiful. (A Katsuki Bakugo X Autistic Reader Story)

*-*Chapter 8*-*

Everyone tried their hardest to carry on with their conversations after being told that their attention could make you feel even worse.

The only people you let near you were Mina and Kirishima, who brought you a snack and a soft blanket to help you recover.

Mina was the first to speak.
"So," she paused as she thought of what to say next, "how are you feeling?"

Being unable to speak, you just gave her a look that said 'that should be obvious.' She just laughed and told Kirishima to explain the situation to the Bakusquad.

"Hey, at least you can take some of your emotions out during training this afternoon?" Mina spoke again, "Hopefully that will make you feel better."

Hopefully

--Timeskip--

You had decided against battling your peers during training, instead opting for the training equipment to the side.

You were planning on beating the shit out of a punching bag before being told to rejoin the class. Hopefully that wouldn't be too soon.

*Tap tap tap*
Ugh footsteps.
*Tap tap tap*
Allmight's footsteps.

"Young (L/n), Young Midoriya has injured himself -again-, so I'm trusting you to-"
"No" you glared at him.
He stared at you, baffled. "Young (L/n)-"
"I said no. I hate repeating myself."

You both stood in silence for a few minutes before he spoke back up.
"Ok, but please remember, young (L/n), it's you who's holding yourself back."

You nodded and turned back to the punching bag as Allmight walked off.

Not even 10 minutes later, you hear someone else approaching you, a set of very explosive stomps progressively getting louder until they come to a stop.

"Bakugo," you turn to face him, "What do you want?"

And there he stood, very pissed and looking ready to brawl.

"If you're looking to call me a freak, you need to be more original. Uraraka's already come at me twice today." He still said nothing. "It's 9 in the morning. I've only been up for half an hour."

That's what seemed to break him out of his silence.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE RAMBLING?!? I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING MAD AT ME!?!"

(Y/n): ¯ \_(ツ)_/¯

"DAMN YOU AND YOUR FACE" He sighed afterwards, and apparently your shock wasn't obvious with how soft and sheepishly he said his next words.
"Listen, that dumbass Deku decided to destroy his body again, and I don't have anyone to practice with. Soooo... I was wondering-"

Shit   .   .   .   .
Maybe you should have let him finish.

Stood there, hand on his face, a red mark from your own fist blooming underneath.

"Fight me, bitch."

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Sorry this was so late, I've been feeling low lately and have needed to focus more on my final project for college, hopefully I'll be getting chapters out more often.