The first week back from winter break saw you running the council room like a military general after the postponed meetings piled up a dreadful load of paperwork on your desk. If it hadn't been for the Vice President's and Secretary's helpful offers to sort the papers by type and committee, you might've just pulled out all of your hair.
The January air was unforgiving as well, worsening your stiffness from being holed up in the council room all the time. And just like the nipping wind of winter's coldest month, your icy snaps at the students breaking school rules were beginning to carry across the frosty windows.
"Prez is pissed off today."
"Duh, that guy was trying to sell R-rated magazines."
"And that other boy called her a bitch! To her face!"
"What?!"
"I heard she flipped him over."
"Really? I heard she flipped him over because he made a pass at a senpai."
"Some of those guys just want to call for their own death sentences."
"It's mostly the business course guys too...Poor Prez."
"Fuck those guys!"
"Yeah, but she needs to be more careful. She's still a girl, and I heard..."
It seemed like the cold did nothing to stop the incidents from happening. In fact, it was probably the gloomy weather that put those unruly minds of rowdiness on higher command actions, because now you were staring at the note that had fallen from your shoe locker.
An unsigned letter calling you out to meet them - an unknown group - on the sports field behind the school.
You crumpled it up, already making up your mind to not even entertain whatever group of friends you had pissed off.
If the sport field was any clue as to who it could be, you already had your suspicions set on the ex-baseball player you had caught using his quirk to get and sell exam answers. Honestly, he should be thanking you for sticking up for him at the review, as you always did with students with somewhat redeemable qualities, which had lowered his complete expulsion to only a week suspension and getting kicked off the team.
You huffed as you angrily put on your shoes to be on your way back to your dorm.
You were too distracted biting back curses at the annoying laces to notice the hand reaching towards the forgotten crumpled paper laying next to your other shoe, finally looking up when you heard the crinkling sound of the mess being unfolded.
"The fuck," Bakugou grumbled with his usual scowl, resting his chin down on the orange scarf bunched up to his neck.
Your eyes widened, broken from your angry spell at the first friend you've seen all week. You tried reaching for the note but Bakugou stood straight up from his crouch, and the pupils of his eyes constricted with each line he read.
"Baku-"
"What the fuck is this?!"
"It's nothing! Just mind your business!"
Bakugou roared at you, "This is a fucking threat! Aren't you supposed to report this shit?!"
You scoffed, "I am, just not today. I'm tired and I don't want to deal with those guys-"
"FUCKING GUYS ARE TRYING TO FIGHT YOU?! Get your ass up right now!" He grabbed your forearm to pick you up from your seat, but you clamored that you didn't have your other shoe.
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The Student Council President is WHAT?! (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)
FanfictionUA's strong and reliable Student Council President is beloved (and feared) by the student body. And although she's in General Studies and her work keeps her busy a lot of the time, she finds herself roped into joining the Bakusquad after many chance...
