As the days passed, the U.A. Ball loomed ever closer, a constant reminder of the ticking clock that fueled my growing anxiety. Each day that went by felt like sand slipping through an hourglass, and with it, the hope of being asked by someone dwindled. I couldn't ignore the gnawing worry that twisted in my stomach—an anxious knot that tightened with every passing hour. I was one of the last girls in class who hadn't been asked yet, and the pressure was suffocating.
My friends had already paired off, their excitement clear as day as they planned and gossiped about the ball. Mina was all smiles, her bright eyes lighting up whenever she mentioned going with Kirishima. Jirou and Kaminari had their playful banter, while Ochako blushed whenever Midoriya's name came up. Tsuyu, with her usual calm demeanor, seemed genuinely content about going with Tokoyami. Their chatter filled the room, a lively buzz that only heightened the sense of exclusion I felt.
As they animatedly discussed their upcoming dress shopping trip, I tried to smile, to act like I was part of the conversation. But the truth was, I couldn't share their excitement. Every word about dresses and hairstyles only reminded me of the harsh reality—I didn't have a date. I wasn't one of the girls who'd been asked, and the thought stung deeply.
Embarrassment mingled with my anxiety, forming a toxic mix that made it hard to breathe. I felt like the odd one out, the only girl left unchosen, and the idea of standing alone at the ball filled me with dread. What was I going to do? The pool of potential dates was shrinking, and with each passing day, the chance of someone asking me became more and more unlikely.
Unable to bear the rising tide of emotions any longer, I quietly slipped away from the group. My friends were too engrossed in their conversation to notice as I made my escape, retreating to the cool, quiet air outside. I needed a moment to myself, a moment to think without the constant reminder of what I was missing.
As I stood there, the wind tugging gently at my hair, I tried to sort through my thoughts. The idea of going to the ball felt overwhelming now. It wasn't just about finding a date—it was about avoiding the humiliation of being the only one left out. The pressure was too much, and the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to go at all. How could I face everyone if I ended up being the only one who went alone?
BAKUGOU POV:
Bakugou was making his way through the lounge, his thoughts focused on his upcoming workout session. The training grounds were calling him, the perfect place to channel his energy and keep himself sharp. But as he strode through the room, his attention was caught by a conversation happening near the couches. The voices of the girls drifted over to him, and despite his usual disinterest in their gossip, something about the tone made him slow his pace.
"Y/N still hasn't been asked," Hagakure's soft voice broke through, tinged with concern. "I feel so bad for her."
"Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing," Yaoyorozu added, her voice quieter, as if sharing a guilty secret. "I'd feel humiliated if no one asked me."
Bakugou's sharp ears caught every word, and a frown began to form on his face. He could sense the pity in their voices, and it didn't sit well with him.
"It's not embarrassing," Mina cut in, her voice brimming with annoyance. There was a fierceness to her tone that Bakugou couldn't help but notice. "Who cares if no one asks her? None of the guys in our class are good enough for her anyway." She rolled her eyes, her arms crossing defiantly over her chest as she stood up for her friend. Mina's words were like a shield, a clear warning to the others that she wouldn't tolerate anyone making fun of Y/N.
Bakugou's frown deepened, a strange sense of guilt creeping up on him as he listened. But it wasn't just guilt—it was anger, too, a simmering rage that bubbled just beneath the surface. How the hell had no one asked her yet? It didn't make any sense. Y/N was an obvious choice, the prettiest girl in their class by far. She had a confidence and warmth that drew people in, and yet somehow, she was still waiting for someone to step up?

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When Heroes Collide - Bakugou X Reader Slow Burn
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