Yandere Marinette x Bakugou

Unexpected Encounter

As the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room, I stretched, yawning softly. Another day at U.A High School awaited, filled with its usual blend of excitement and routine. I swung my legs out of bed and padded over to my wardrobe, selecting my school uniform – the crisp white blouse, and the dark green skirt, all neatly pressed and ready for the day ahead.

After a quick shower and a hasty breakfast, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, the familiar buzz of anticipation thrumming through my veins. The school corridors were already alive with chatter as students rushed to their classes. Alya, Nino, and Adrien were waiting for me by my locker, their faces alight with smiles and laughter.

"Morning, Marinette!" Alya chirped, her enthusiasm contagious as always.

"Hey, Marinette, did you finish that sketch for art class?" Adrien inquired, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I nodded, flashing a smile. "Yeah, I managed to finish it last night. I'll show you guys during lunch."

As we made our way to our first class, the usual banter filled the air, laughter intermingled with snippets of conversation about upcoming exams and weekend plans. It was comforting, this routine we had crafted together, a safe haven amidst the chaos of adolescence.

But then, as fate would have it, everything changed with a single collision. I rounded a corner, lost in conversation with Alya, when suddenly, I collided with someone, sending my books scattering across the floor like fallen leaves.

"Oh no!" I exclaimed, dropping to my knees to gather my belongings. When I looked up, I found myself face to face with him – Katsuki Bakugou, tall and handsome with his ashy blonde hair and piercing red eyes. He was also a senior. 

"Hey, watch where you're going," he grumbled, his voice rough around the edges as he bent down to help me.

I blinked, momentarily stunned by his proximity. His touch was fleeting but electric, sending a shiver down my spine. As he handed me my books, our eyes met, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Th-thank you," I stammered, my cheeks flushing crimson as I hastily gathered my things.

He merely grunted in response, then strode off without another word, leaving me to watch his retreating figure with a strange mixture of confusion and fascination.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, my thoughts consumed by the memory of his beautiful face and the feel of his rough hands. It was unnerving, this sudden preoccupation with someone I barely knew, and I found myself wrestling with conflicting emotions.

As I settled into my seat for the final class of the day, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something had shifted, something irrevocable. But as to what that something was, I had yet to discover.

Bakugou's POV:

The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor of my room. With a grunt, I pushed myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Another day at U.A High School awaited, and as much as I hated to admit it, there was a certain comfort in the routine.

I went through the motions of my morning routine with practiced efficiency, pulling on my school uniform with a sense of resigned familiarity. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie with a scowl, I couldn't help but wonder what fresh hell awaited me today.

With a heavy sigh, I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed out the door, the cacophony of the school corridors assaulting my senses. Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero were already waiting for me by my locker, their usual banter filling the air.

"Morning, Bakugou," Kirishima greeted with a grin, clapping me on the back.

"Hey, Kaminari, ready to fail another pop quiz?" I retorted, earning a playful shove from Kaminari.

As we made our way to our first class, the usual chaos ensued – Kaminari cracking jokes, Mina teasing Sero about his latest failed attempt at flirting, and Kirishima trying (and failing) to mimic my scowl.

But then, as we rounded a corner, my world collided with hers – Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a girl from a lower year, her books tumbling to the ground at our feet.

"Watch it," I grumbled, irritation bubbling to the surface as I bent down to help her.

She muttered a quick thanks, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, before hastily gathering her things and scurrying away. But as I watched her go, something stirred within me – a strange mixture of curiosity and... something else.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, my thoughts consumed by the memory of her midnight blue hair and those damn bluebell eyes. It was infuriating, this sudden preoccupation with someone I barely knew, and I found myself cursing under my breath as I struggled to focus on my classes.

As I settled into my seat for the final class of the day, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, something inexplicable. But as to what that something was, I had yet to unravel.