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

Craze

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Bakugo's Pov

My fucking head was aching. Seeing that girl everywhere was tiring. I saw her at that minute mart while buying my spicey ramen. Shit I'd be lying if I said she wasn't following me. Stalker. I'd name her stalker. I look over at the door. Icy hot walked in with L/n. He was nodding and talking to her like he knew her forever. Who the hell did he think he was? 

"Ok, Aizawa said outside to the training field. Get off your asses and let's go." She demanded before smacking her hands over and over. "Now, I don't have all day."

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I stayed in the back of the clump while we all headed outside. She seemed in a hurry in everything she did. My blood boiled. I was going to beat all their asses in their own games. And make them eat their own shit. I roll my neck. Bending down, stretching my legs. I was going to get into the biggest match. Ever since Todoroki's ass didn't use his full potential at the sports festival. Fucker. Weakass. I crack my hands stretching them above my head.

"Bakugo." L/n is talking to me. Who the hell does she think she is? 

"What?" I groan.

"You need to move you're in the line of Midoriya's line." I move back. 

"I don't give a shit." I am standing straight. Midoriya runs through the cones and comes back around grinning. L/n was timing him. "Very good Midoriya!" 

Why the hell was she complimenting his lame ass run. 

"Why aren't you in any classes?" I sneer as shitty hair leans against the pole as these lame asses drink water. 

I watch her as she picks at a loose nail on her finger. "I don't know. My father, you know Aizawa. He's a tough beat guy. Hard to get around. Not easy." I watch as the lump in her throat moves. But she claps. "I think an hour of training does it for today how about a movie with popcorn?"

How long was she going to be hanging around?