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She wiped the sweat from her brow as she finished her usual workout routine. Despite her best efforts, Y/n felt like she had hit a brick wall. She knew she needed to step up her training if she wanted to make an impact at the upcoming UA Sports Festival. As she glanced around the gym, her eyes landed on Bakugo, who was effortlessly demolishing his own workout.
She took a deep breath, mustering her courage. Approaching Bakugo had always been a gamble, given his explosive personality, but she needed help, and he was one of the strongest students in their year. "Hey, Bakugo!" she called out, her voice firm despite the nervous flutter in her chest. He turned to face her, eyes narrowing as he wiped sweat from his forehead with a towel. "What the fuck do you want, L/n?" he snapped, irritation evident in his tone.
Y/n stood her ground, meeting his fierce gaze. "I want you to be my personal trainer." Bakugo's eyebrows shot up, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you fucking kidding me? Why the hell should I waste my time on you?" he growled, his voice dripping with disdain. She took another deep breath, her determination unwavering. "Because I know you're one of the best, and I want to get stronger for the Sports Festival. I'm willing to work hard and follow your lead. Just give me a chance."
Bakugo snorted, shaking his head. "You think you can keep up with me? Don't make me laugh." He turned back to his workout, clearly dismissing her. She clenched her fists, refusing to back down. "I'm serious, Bakugo. I know it won't be easy, but I'm ready to put in the effort. You can push me as hard as you want. I won't quit."
He whipped around to face her, his eyes blazing. "You don't get it, do you? I'm not here to babysit some shitty extra who can't handle the heat. If you can't keep up, you're out." She nodded, her resolve unshaken. "I won't. When do we start?" Bakugo's smirk widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Tomorrow at dawn. And if you're even a second late, I'll blow you to fucking bits and you'll never get another chance."
Y/n matched his smirk with one of her own. "I'll be there. You better be ready." Bakugo laughed, the sound harsh and filled with menace. "Oh, I'm always ready. Just don't waste my time, L/n." As Y/n left the gym, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. Training with Bakugo would be tough, but she was ready for the challenge.
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True to his word, Bakugo was already there, stretching and preparing for the session. He gave her a brief, assessing look, his expression unreadable. "You're on time. Good. Now, let's see if you can keep up, extra," he said, his voice cold and challenging. Y/n nodded, steeling herself for whatever he had planned. "I'm ready."
Bakugo didn't waste any time. "We're starting with a run. Ten laps around the field. No quirks. Fucking move it!" He barked the order with the authority of a drill sergeant. Y/n took off, keeping pace with Bakugo as best as she could. The first few laps were manageable, but by the fourth, she started to feel the strain. Bakugo, however, showed no signs of slowing down, his pace relentless. "Keep up, extra! Don't tell me you're already tired," he sneered, glancing back at her.
She gritted her teeth and pushed herself harder, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle. By the time they finished the ten laps, her legs felt like lead, and her breath came in heavy gasps. "That's just the warm-up," Bakugo said, barely winded. "Next, we're doing push-ups. A hundred. No breaks. Start now!" Y/n dropped to the ground, her arms already trembling from the run. She started the push-ups, focusing on maintaining her form. Bakugo stood over her, his eyes scrutinizing every movement.
"Faster! Don't slack off, or you'll be doing double," he snapped. "And keep your back straight! What are you, a fucking noodle?" Her arms burned, and sweat dripped down her face, but she kept going. She pushed through the pain, completing the hundred push-ups with a final grunt of effort. Bakugo gave a curt nod. "Not bad, extra. But we're just getting started. Now, sit-ups. Same number. Let's go!"
Y/n dropped to her back, her muscles screaming in protest. She started the sit-ups, each one feeling like a monumental effort. Bakugo paced around her, shouting encouragements that sounded more like insults. "Come on! Is that all you've got? I thought you wanted to get stronger! Fucking push yourself, damn it!" Every sit-up felt like a battle, but she managed to finish them, collapsing on the ground afterward. Bakugo stood over her, arms crossed.
"You're not dead yet, so get up, extra. We're moving on to squats. A hundred. Don't even think about fucking quitting. If you're going to train with me, you're going to fucking commit to it." She groaned but dragged herself to her feet, starting the squats. Bakugo continued to shout at her, his voice relentless. By the time they finished the squats, Y/n was drenched in sweat, her whole body shaking from exhaustion. She could barely stand, but she forced herself to stay upright, meeting Bakugo's eyes with a look of fierce determination.
He scoffed, a smirk on his face. "You didn't quit. Guess you're not completely useless. But don't think for a fucking second that this means you're done. We're training every day until the Sports Festival, and it's only going to get harder. Got it?" Y/n nodded, her voice hoarse but resolute. "Got it." Bakugo snorted, clearly unimpressed. "Good. Now go rest. You're gonna need it." As Y/n limped away, every muscle in her body protesting, she smirked. "I'm going to prove him wrong."
