Miss Rebel

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  'Man~ The food was amazing~!' Alma purrs, slapping her belly with a huff of content. She was glad that there was a break in between the Sports Festival, or Alma would have died of exhaustion for using her quirk a bit too much. Not to mention, she was also glad that she didn't bump into her father or she would have gotten a good scolding fo what she did earlier--

  "----There she is!! Alma!!"
 

Her thoughts were interrupted then, turning to the feminine voice that called out to her. She saw that it belonged to none other than Uraraka herself. Alma's eyes widen at the sight of the girl....as she continued to sip on her peach juice box. It also looks like the brunette wasn't alone either.
"What's this~? Where did you guys get this?" Alma questions, eyes glued to the cheerleading uniform that the girls wore. It was a rather interesting sight, much more like fan service.
Momo perks at this, standing now in between Uraraka and Alma...lifting up another pair of uniforms that was identical to theirs. The ravenette hands it to Alma who complies surprisingly...eyeing the uniform with interest.
  "According to Mineta and Kaminari, Aizawa said we need to wear this for the big cheer battle this afternoon," She smiles, while the girls shuffle their pom-poms together. Alma continues to sip her drink as she holds the uniform.
 'It's so obvious that those two are trolling them...' She mentally sighs, 'Oh well...whatever...I'll probably do the same thing to the boys---'
  "---Sure, thank you for the uniform! I'll go on ahead and change," Alma perks, waving them off as she walked away towards the waiting room to change out of her outfit. 

"Wow~ Don't I look cute~"

She eyes herself in the waiting room's mirror, quite impressed at how nicely it fitted her. But knowing well that it was part of Kaminari's and Mineta's plan, she choose to stay in the changing room and watch through the screen when the girls went out and figured out they were pranked.
 

 "THE U.A SPORTS FESTIVITIES HAVE FINALLY COME TO AN END!!"

Alma perks up at Present Mic's voice, mentally smirking, "I guess I'll go out like this. A little of Fan-service won't hurt anyone~" She walks out of the waiting room...all eyes land on her as she walked down the hallways... confused and flustered at the revealing clothes she wore.
Just then, a loud yelp echoes behind her. 

"Y-You---!! What the hell are you wearing?"

Alma turns to the sound from behind, recognizing Bakugo's disturbed expression. 
 Seeing his face, she poses slightly as he approached, a hand behind her neck and the other hand placed on her hip, "Sexy right?~"
Bakugo irks by her words, his brow twitching in annoyance by her cocky attitude. Where in the hell did she get all that confidence?? Did she have no shame??
"Hah? Who the hell told you that lie??" Bakugo scoffs, glaring at her as he passes by her without batting another eye her way. The girl pouts at this, now turning fully and following behind the fuming boy.
 "It's the confidence that makes one beautiful sweetheart~"

 Bakugo only scoffs at her cockiness, not believing how full of herself she was. Indeed she was attractive but as if he'll ever admit it out loud...especially with her attitude.

"Whatever!" He groans, trying not to look at her. 

Alma leans a bit forward, her eyes boring over at the scowl he wore. Sensing her stare, his crimson eyes meet with her very hazel ones. Bakugo frowns at her irritating smile, "What the fuck to do want?"