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

Movie Night!

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Everyone was in the common room. After training I asked if anybody wanted to watch a movie. Everyone surprisingly said yes. It wasn't hard to find the popcorn in the kitchen sitting in a box labeled. Just For Movie Night! It was more of a treat to myself than them. Sure they had been working extra hard but I needed a break. From this. This whole, Helping Hands program. I agreed because it sounded like I'd get to be able to be a hero. In my own ways of course. But after starting weeks ago the program didn't seem too interesting or any good. I licked my lips as I tried to open the popcorn box only to cut myself. Shit. I started to bleed just a bit. I looked around the room to see if there were any napkins but there wasn't anything, curse the blood gods. I walk over to the sink and turn it to the most hot setting there was before rinsing my finger only for it to burn. 

"So, that's what's taking so long." I jumped to see the spikey read head kid standing behind me. 

"Yeah, sorry. I guess while you guys battle actual people I am over here battling popcorn boxes." That makes him grin with his sharp teeth.

"Here, let me help." He opens the box and takes a few of the packages out. "You really weren't kidding about the whole, father is tough act huh? If you've never done training or took any classes then what do you do?" He wasn't looking at me, as he fumbled with the plastic. 

"Um, no I do train just not here. And I guess dad is just, overprotective. I can't blame him. I just need him to heal from things." That wasn't completely a lie. I needed to heal from things and needed him to believe I had healed from them. 

"Well, if you ask me. I think you'd be great at this school! The training you did for us today was more ecstatic than Sensei Aizawa." He popped a bag into the microwave. 

"I basically am at this school. Just not all the time." I turn the water to cold. 

"Well yeah, your dad is a pro. So, I'd assume you'd have to be here too." He turns to face me now. 

"No, I am in this stupid program called Helping Hands for when the pro's are busy at meetings or discussing important protocols. Yada yada. If I didn't apply for the program I would be stuck at home or at... training." I almost said Hawk's. Aizawa had told me specifically not to let anyone know I was getting trained by Hawks. 

"That's cool though. You basically are a TA. Teacher Assistant. You get to be our teacher." He turned towards the microwave watching it pop. 

"Not cool." I mumble. 

"Hm?" 

"Nothing." Just then I saw Hitoshi walking in yawning looking tired, like usual. 

"Hey, Hitoshi. Sorry I left you earlier. I asked Aizawa about transferring here." I turned the water off. He grinned. 

"That's okay. I understand that I am not at all important." He laughed. "Kidding, but what did he say?" He went to the fridge to grab a water bottle, popping the lid before drinking it.  

"No." The spikey red head and Hitoshi paused what they were doing. 

"No? Did you at least reason with him?" Hitoshi twisted the lid back on the water bottle. 

"I tried, but he got mad and sent me out. Said we'd discuss it later. Which any time he says later it never comes until I bring it back up." 

I sigh as I nod towards the microwave as the red head opens it and attempts to grab the steamy bag. 

"I'd say just prove how good you are. You know at practices and training. I mean with us. And I can prove to Aizawa that we need you. Class 1-A needs you. I, Kirishima needs you." Kirishima was his name. Ah. I thought it was Aoyoma. Whoops. 

"Well, Kirishima. I would love to. But I have training early in the morning. I don't know when Aizawa will need me for that class again." I grab the hot steamed bag from him. 

"I understand. No worries." He smiles. "I know you'll stick around." 

I grinned before nodding at Hitoshi. "I'll see you around Hitoshi." He nods before taking off back upstairs with his water. 

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We head inside the common room to which every possible seat was taken. I saw Kirishima inch his way into a seat right next to Kaminari. I look over and see the only spot open was next to Bakugo. Praying to myself that I won't get killed tonight I sit right down beside him.

"Ow! The popcorn is hot as balls!" Mineta whined.

"How would you know if balls were hot." Momo reached her petit hand into the bag.

"Because I have the most. I don't mean the ones on my head either." He looked at me and winked. Gross.

Ochacho took the remote from the tv mantle before pressing play on a sad romantic movie named. If There Was A You. 

I yawned before kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. The credits started rolling before it began. I felt a shock on my arm that shot throughout my whole body. Bakugo's arm had touched mine accidentally. He must've not noticed because he didn't say anything. 

I inhale while opening my own steamy bag of popcorn. I closed my eyes for split second before whispering, "Bakugo, do you want some?" He looks down at me. His red piercing eyes menacing as he grunts. 

"If I wanted some I would have taken the whole damn bag." He grabs the whole bag from my grip. I leave my jaw hanging open for a split second. What was his problem?

"Well, I am going to be taking it back now." I grab the bag only for him to smack my hand. I groan, taking the bag wasn't going to be easy. If I could just...

"I PLEAD MY CASE ANTONIO! I WON'T KISS ANOTHER MAN WHILE I WAIT FOR YOU. BUT I WON'T BE A WHORE FOR YOU TO SCREW ON THE GROUND WHILE YOUR WIFE IS OUT OF TOWN!" The words coming the tv make me stop. Excuse me? 

Bakugo laughs. "THE HELL KIND OF MOVIE IS THIS?" 

"Bakugo, it's a romance movie." Jirou speaks before plopping four pieces of popcorn into her mouth missing two. 

"I don't think this movie is PG!" Iida roars standing in front of the screen flailing his arms. 

I chuckle. Even though this group of kids was something else they never failed to make me laugh. 

My phone dings as a message sends through. I tilt my head away from the argument with this group before seeing it's from Hawk.

Hot Hawks

Hey, Kid! Training tonight like usual? Received 8:43pm

I bite my lip. Any girl I've ever known would kill to be able to train with the one and only Hawk! But I was surrounded by people, I'd probably never get to experience this right now ever again. The way I keep at it with my begging of wanting to move in to the classroom. Aizawa would probably kick me out of the program for good. But also I had the worlds smallest crush known to human society on my trainer. I'd be missing a night of training. 

You

I'll be over in a few minutes. Running late! Received 8:47pm

"Who the hell is Hot Hawks?" Blondie sneers leaning over my shoulder. My cheeks heat up while everyone starts staring leaving the conversation of whether or not it was PG behind. 

"It was a name... I named my best friend. It's an inside joke." The lie came swiftly. I smiled to pull it's extra comfort from everyone. 

"That's weird. Ribbit." Asui slurs her words slowly.

"Aha, caught me. I am the weird gal. I got to get going! Tell me how the movie goes!" I stand before hearing Iida yell. 

"This movie is not rated PG! It's rated R! Turn it off! I'll have to tell Sensei Aizawa!"