Suburban Legends | BNHA

1:02 | Smile & Try

That smile.

Bakugo clenched his fists, feeling his blood boil. He knew what those kinds of fake smiles meant. They always hid something rotten. She was one of those types. It was only day one, but she was already getting under his skin, finding everything boring and flicking her 'on' switch for socializing only when it suited her. During his moment? Her whole mask slipped.

Yeah, he thought, glaring at her. You're one of those fakes.

Everyone else admired his quirk, eyes glued to him with awe and that familiar mix of respect and fear. They knew who he was, the top, the explosive ace. But her? This girl just... smirked. A sneer cut through his expression. The hell is she so smug about?

He instantly concluded that he hated that smile.

Bakugo snarled, gripping the ball tightly. The instant Aizawa gave him the go-ahead, he launched it into the sky, unleashing an explosion that left the whole field in awe. They all watched, necks craned back, eyes wide.

Everyone except her.

"What's her problem?" he muttered under his breath, aiming his glare squarely at her. Who does she think she is, looking so unimpressed?

She didn't budge, only raised a brow, her lips barely curving up. She was bored already by his show-off move. He took the bait while she was distracted by their mentor, tossing the ball straight at her in frustration. She caught it effortlessly, her expression shifting to one of clear annoyance as she locked eyes with him before collecting herself.

Her eyes are fucking pink.

For a moment, Bakugo was taken aback. But there was no mistaking the challenge simmering behind those bright, soft-colored eyes. Just as her gaze hardened as she strut towards him, a small, taunting smile tugged at her lips. She was daring him. Bring it, her expression seemed to say.

"You don't look much," he muttered.

She grinned back, sweet as sugar. "Looks can be deceiving. Watch carefully," She threw the ball up slightly, charging it with her quirk and making it float to mock his previous show-off.

Aizawa cleared his throat, interrupting the tense stare-down. He had seen that look before----the look of two rivals sizing each other up. "Bakugo, let her throw."

Bakugo scowled, letting out a frustrated scoff as he stepped out of the circle, not before attempting to shoulder-check her. She sidestepped easily, the smallest hint of a smirk in her eyes. Bakugo glared back, thinking, Pink bastard.

Mira took a deep breath, fighting the urge to egg him on any further. It's the first day, she reminded herself. No need to waste energy on some hothead who thinks he's the center of the universe.

"Whenever you're ready, Omori," Aizawa's calm voice cut in, snapping her focus back to the test. He gave her a small nod, almost like a silent encouragement.

Just try.

Her mother used to say.

And at that, Mira's expression softened slightly, a genuine smile slipping through. She steadied herself, took a step back, and clutched the ball tightly. Her eyes gleamed, the same pink glow radiating as she channeled her quirk.

She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of her power fill her. Too much pink, she thought with a grimace. But still, she concentrated, sending a bright pulse of energy through the ball and throwing it up into the sky.