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It was around evening at the end of day three at the summer camp. Once again, Class-A was stuck making dinner after an excessive amount of training with the Pussy Cats. You were on chopping duty since everyone figured out Todoroki wasn't the ideal chef. Your knife sliced through the carrots as you thought about Pixie-Bob's previous announcement to the class.
She stated, "Both classes are going head-to-head in a test of courage! Your reward for intense training is some intense fun. It's the carrot-and-stick approach!"
Courage? You assumed it would be something scary and you hated scary things. However, you enjoyed watching horror movies, just not feeling like you were in one.
"Cut this onion next." Bakugo demanded. He stood next you as he also chopped vegetables, though he was going at a slower rate than you. Todoroki looked at you from across the table, almost intrigued by your self control to not spit back at Bakugo. You picked up the onion.
"Why can't you do it?" You questioned in a calm tone.
"I don't want my eyes to start watering, dammit!" In oppose to your laid-back attitude, Bakugo nearly shouted; he spoke as if you wanted yours to. He muttered as he continued chopping cilantro, "Stupid extra."
You rolled your eyes, beginning to cut the onion. You could feel the chemical irritant starting to take effect on your teary eyes. Todoroki's eyes wandered from his own task, watching as you wiped your eyes every few seconds.
Uraraka walked by behind you, taking a glance at your fine cutting skills. She was on her way to the fire, but took a moment to compliment you. "Wow, (Y/N). You're like a pro with a knife! We should've had you dicing the food instead of Todoroki." She giggled.
"The hell?" Bakugo started, slamming his knife on the clothed table. He snickered, "How can you be bad with a knife!? Isn't it common sense?"
You saw the expression on Uraraka's face contort to a sad one. You were displeased by Bakugo's comment. You put down the knife, facing toward Bakugo who continued cutting. "Isn't it common sense to not be a jackass?"
The blonde paused, along with the surrounding students who were listening. It fell silent. Bakugo refused to look at you for a few seconds, then set down the knife next to his cutting board. He faced your figure, taking a step forward to size you up. He didn't intimidate you. Your arms were crossed at your chest, with a bitter front put up. You weren't much shorter than him, in fact you were a little tall for the average woman.
"Say that again." Bakugo spat between his gritted teeth. His fists were clenched, he knew the next words out of your mouth were going to be ones he didn't like. Everyone's eyes widened, watching and waiting for your next move.
"I said—" You started. He didn't care what you said, he was ready to use you as a punching bag. He lifted his fist into the air, bringing his arm back for the punch. The enraged teen swung, but missed since you had ducked. He tried going in for another punch, however, ice shot out from Todoroki's finger tips, freezing Bakugo's hand in place, the weight of the ice weighed his hand down.
