With All My Might (!MHA!Bakugo Katsuki x !Fem!Reader)

𝟝 | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

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   It didn't take long for U.A. High School to ship their school uniform to our apartment. The delivery arrived swiftly as if the school understood the importance of getting everything right for the new students.
   I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation as I carried the package to my room, my hands trembling slightly as I opened the box. Inside, neatly folded and carefully packaged, was the uniform I had seen in pictures I looked up but never imagined I would actually wear. 

   I gently pulled out each piece, admiring the attention to detail. The long-sleeve, button-up white shirt was crisp and pristine, the fabric smooth under my fingers. I could imagine the sharp contrast it would create against the rest of the uniform, a blank canvas beneath the layers of gray and blue-green.
   The gray blazer was next, with its distinctive blue-green stripes on the collar and hem of the sleeves. The fabric was soft but sturdy, a testament to the quality of the uniform. I ran my hand along the stripes, tracing the lines that would soon become part of my everyday look. 

   The red tie lay beneath the blazer, its color vibrant and bold, adding a touch of formality to the ensemble. I lifted it out, feeling the smooth silk between my fingers, before carefully draping it over the shirt.
   Then came the dark blue-green pleated skirt, neatly pressed and perfectly pleated. The fabric was heavier than I expected, which was a relief — it would help keep the skirt in place, even in a strong breeze. 

   I noticed the small, golden buttons on the tie and the jacket, each one bearing the U.A. insignia. The buttons on the shoulders of the blazer added a military-like precision to the uniform, a subtle reminder of the discipline and commitment the school demanded.
   I quickly moved to get myself dressed, starting with the black tight shorts I wore under my skirt for extra precaution. The thought of the wind blowing my skirt up and revealing my underwear in public sent a shiver down my spine — that was the last thing I needed, especially on my first day at U.A., where I would be among other students who had been selected to join. 

   I pulled on the skirt next, adjusting the waistband until it sat comfortably on my hips. The shirt slipped on easily, and the fabric cool against my skin. I buttoned it up with care, making sure each button was aligned perfectly.
   Then, I slipped into the blazer, feeling the weight of the fabric settle around my shoulders. The sleeves were a bit long, but I didn't mind; it added a touch of comfort to the otherwise formal attire.

   Finally, I tied the red tie around my neck, fumbling slightly with the knot until it was secure. I stepped back to look at myself in the mirror, taking in the full effect of the uniform. The reflection staring back at me was almost unrecognizable — a girl who had come a long way from where she started, now dressed for a new beginning at U.A. High School.
   There was a sense of pride in wearing the uniform, a feeling that I was now part of something bigger, something important. But there was also a flutter of nerves in my stomach, the realization that this was just the beginning of a new chapter, filled with unknown challenges and opportunities.

   I smoothed down the pleats of my skirt one last time, adjusting the blazer so it fit just right. Then, with a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door.
   Not before kissing my mom on the cheek and giving her a quick hug, I headed out the door, feeling the familiar warmth of her love linger on my skin. The goodbye was brief, but it carried all the comfort I needed as I stepped into the world on my own. 

   My new brown shoes clicked softly against the pavement with every step, the sound echoing in my ears like a steady drumbeat. There was a subtle buzz in the soles of the shoes, a reminder that everything I wore was new, a fresh start in more ways than one.
   I clenched the straps of my bag, the weight of it pressing down on my shoulders, grounding me as I walked down the sidewalk. My mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead — heading to U.A. once again, but this time I'd be surrounded by an even bigger crowd of students.