I. DARE. YOU. (Bakugo X Y/n)

Problem?

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You leave Hitoshi's dorm gripping your phone tight. Last time you left someone's house you were pick pocketed by some old hag. It seemed like a reflex now, gripping your belongings, plus staying imagining Hawk was with you. Your pro trainer. Ever since Aizawa had taken you in, he hadn't been able to train you properly so, he asked if Hawk's could. Hawk reluctantly agreed. When Hawk's saw you being harassed by that old man you couldn't thank him enough. So, it was a good match for your trainer. 

Skipping the stairs two at a time, you bump into the blondie. He seemed to be upset about something. That wasn't rare. It was like everyday somebody decided to bonk him on the head with a newspaper and yell, "Get yo old pops a damn drink! It's summertime. You fuck tard!!" Your brain was spiraling. What the hell were you even thinking right now? 

"Watch it asshole!" The blondie tched and bumped your shoulder moving toward the common room. 

Wanting to stop from responding you bite your lip; walking past him to the front office where Nezu was standing. 

"Oh, hello there Y/n. Any new classrooms open for next week you'd like to help with? I'm sure-" 

You smile before shaking your head. "I was wondering if I could possibly join a class. Perhaps 1-C? I think I'd train better, and I wouldn't have to worry about all the heavy work." Tapping your phone in hand. The sweat that was devouring your skin, left you clenching your left wrist pressing your phone hard against your skin.

He started to rub his hairy dog chin. "The General Department? Y/n, Aizawa already said that would not do. Perhaps sticking with helping is the best you can stick with. Otherwise, I am no help. Talk to Aizawa, I am sure he'd gladly accept your offer. The worst he can say is no." 

With a quick nod you leave Nezu and walk to the door where the pizza delivery guy is standing with a pizza. "Supreme pizza?" 

You turn your head before nodding up to the dorms. "Take it upstairs." The pizza man looked confused. 

"I don't take pizza into rooms I just deliver!" 

But you were already gone down the hall to the empty class. 1-A. Aizawa was sorting through some work, grunting. 

"Hey, dad." You emphasized the word dad. 

"Y/n. Right now, is not great I am working-" 

"I know, I know, and I'll be quick I was just wondering if by chance I could possibly just you know." While speaking, your hands run across the nearest desk. Feeling the cold area at the edges. "Join, one of the classes? Preferably 1-C!" 

Aizawa is now eyeing you. His expression horrid. "Y/n, I told you this fifty times. You are not joining any classes." He looks back down at the work. 

"But just think. I'd get more training, and I'd be a kid like everyone else! Or well teen." You plead. 

"No." He says it without hesitation. 

"Dad! Please!" 

"Y/n." He slams his fist on the pod. "You have Hawk's to train with. If he's not enough, I'll bring in Midnight or someone. But right now. I'm busy. I'll discuss this later." He rubs his forehead. "Go."

Turning around you slam the door. Why couldn't he just let you join a class?