Suburban Legends | BNHA

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That smile.

He knew what those kind of tricks were used for. It enraged him. They may have never met. But something about this girl just made his blood boil.

Maybe it was the way she's finding everything boring, or the fact that she has an on and off button when it comes to social interaction.

Her little facade fell during his moment. And so, he knew. He knew she's one of those fake rays of sunshine. He has met multiple of them, honestly.

They're all the same!

Bakugo never cared about others' wicked opinions about him. He didn't give a shit if he's often called a villain more than a hero.

What he did give a shit about was praise.

Validation. Recognition. Whatever you want to call it.

He loved it when people were very aware of his power. His abilities.

And when he was called by Aizawa, with the permission to show off, he took it gratefully. And everyone had their own reactions toward his quirk, but it was all similar---admiration.

They all awed at the sight of his quirk. They looked up with admiration and curiosity; typical.

Except her. What's this bitch's problem?

She's smirking. What's there to smirk about? Was she making fun of him?

No one's better than him. He thrived and thrived for a spot in this pretentious school. He won't let anyone top him. He is the top.

So when he found this stupid girl looking like she's top, he impulsively threw the softball he was gripping hard on.

And, God, how he hated the feeling he felt when she caught it effortlessly.

Bakugo saw the visible annoyed expression on her face when she felt the ball flying towards her. And right when she caught it, she stared directly at him.

Her stupid eyes are fucking pink.

But the hatred she displayed with those soft eyes was stronger than the feminine aura of her being. Even if it was for a few seconds, Bakugo understood her audacity to dare him. To compete.

A rivalry was set on the first day.

And right when she turned to their teacher, all that negativity suddenly disappeared.

She turned to Aizawa with that smile.

And talked to him with a voice sweet enough to deceive everyone here, except Bakugo.

She clutched the ball as she walked to the circle Bakugo is standing on, eyes closed.

Just outside the circle, she stopped. And opened her eyes to see a blonde, full of rage.

Unbeknownst to everyone in the field, she smirked at him and whispered, as if threatening him, "Move."

Everyone was watching. But they couldn't see the annoying expression this pink-ass girl was giving him. She kept trying to get under his skin. And boy, she was winning.

The curved line acted like a border between the two students.

The soft, pink eyes yelled, 'My turn now, bitch.'

The burning red eyes screamed, 'Fuck off.'

The staring contest was stopped by none other than Aizawa, who could see right through Mira. He knew her competitiveness. And he knew that look all too well.