Unravelled Fates | Bakugo x Reader |

Chapter 8

The training session was winding down, and the students of Class 1-A were gathering their things. Most of them were exhausted, chatting about the day’s exercises or heading off to grab food. Y/N, however, stood at the far edge of the training grounds, tension radiating off her like a dark storm.

Her mind was still replaying the events of the field trip. Bakugo’s recklessness, his complete disregard for anyone but himself, the way he’d seemed to charge headfirst into danger just for the sake of proving he was the strongest. It infuriated her. And the way he’d looked at her afterward, as if she were the one who didn’t belong, made her blood boil.

Today was no different. Bakugo had been watching her all session, throwing her looks that seemed to say, You don’t belong here.

Finally, she’d had enough.

She strode across the field, stopping right in front of him. Bakugo, who had been in the middle of cleaning off his gloves, looked up, his expression instantly turning to one of irritation.

“What do you want?” he growled, eyes narrowing. His voice was low, but his tone left no room for doubt—he didn’t want her here.

Y/N crossed her arms, her expression hardening as she looked him dead in the eyes. “I want to know what your problem is,” she said, her voice calm but edged with steel. “Ever since I got here, you’ve treated me like dirt. Like you’re somehow better than everyone else. But tell me, Bakugo… what makes you any different from the villains you claim to hate?”

The words hit him like a slap. His eyes flared, and for a moment, he just stared at her, as if he couldn’t believe she’d actually said it.

“You think I’m like them?” he spat, his fists clenching. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, weakling.”

She scoffed, a humorless smile pulling at her lips. “Oh, I think I do. All you care about is showing off, proving you’re the strongest. You don’t care who you hurt in the process. Face it, Bakugo—you’re no better than the people you hate.”

Bakugo’s face twisted in fury, his voice rising as he took a step forward, invading her personal space. “I’m nothing like those lowlifes,” he hissed. “At least I actually have the strength to back up my words. You? You’re just a weakling pretending to be a hero. You don’t belong here, and you never will.”

His words were like a punch to the gut, but Y/N didn’t let it show. Instead, she laughed—a cold, hollow sound that seemed to echo in the suddenly silent training ground. The other students had noticed the confrontation by now, and a small crowd was gathering, their eyes wide as they watched the tension build between the two.

“Right, because strength is everything, isn’t it?” she shot back. “Maybe that’s why everyone treats you like a ticking time bomb—because they know the second they stop kissing your boots, you’ll blow up on them like the child you are.”

Bakugo’s fists sparked, tiny explosions lighting up his palms as he glared at her, rage radiating off him in waves. “You’re asking for it,” he warned, his voice a dangerous growl.

“Then do it,” she challenged, her voice low. “Show everyone just how far you’ll go to prove a point. But remember, when it’s over, you’re just proving I was right all along.”

There was a tense, charged silence. The entire class watched with bated breath, their gazes flicking between Bakugo and Y/N, as if they were caught between wanting to stop it and not daring to get in the way.

And then, in an instant, Bakugo snapped.

He lunged forward, his fist aimed straight for her face, a blast of explosive energy trailing in his wake. Y/N reacted just in time, her body twisting as she narrowly dodged the attack, the heat from the explosion grazing her cheek. She could feel the intensity of his power, and for a split second, she almost faltered.

But she wasn’t about to back down.

Using her quirk, she slipped into the shadows, her form blurring as she moved around him, dodging his attacks with a precision that seemed to surprise even Bakugo. He spun, trying to follow her movements, but she was too fast, her body a shifting blur as she danced around him, striking out with quick, calculated moves that kept him on edge.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” she taunted, her voice echoing from somewhere behind him.

Bakugo snarled, unleashing a barrage of explosions in her direction, but she was already gone, her form slipping into the shadows once again. She could see the frustration building in his eyes, the way his anger was driving him to attack with even more recklessness.

“Stop hiding, coward!” he yelled, his voice thick with fury.

She laughed, the sound carrying through the air like a challenge. “Why? Afraid you can’t keep up?”

He roared, charging forward with a renewed ferocity, his fists sparking as he threw attack after attack, each one more forceful than the last. Y/N continued to dodge, her movements fluid and precise, but she could feel the strain starting to build. Bakugo was relentless, his power unyielding, and she knew that if she wasn’t careful, one misstep could cost her.

But she couldn’t let him win. Not now. Not after everything he’d said.

Finally, she saw an opening.

In a swift, calculated move, she lunged forward, her fist connecting with his side in a powerful strike that sent him stumbling back. He glared at her, his face twisted in a mixture of rage and disbelief, but before he could recover, she was on him again, her movements a blur as she struck out with a series of quick, precise blows.

Bakugo retaliated with a powerful blast, the explosion sending her skidding back across the training ground. She managed to stay on her feet, her breath coming in short gasps as she straightened, wiping a trail of blood from the corner of her mouth. The pain was sharp, but she ignored it, her gaze locked on Bakugo as she prepared for his next move.

The two of them stood there, breathing heavily, their eyes blazing as they glared at each other. The air was thick with tension, the weight of their mutual hatred pressing down on everyone watching.

But then, Aizawa’s voice cut through the silence, cold and authoritative. “That’s enough.”

The two of them froze, their heads snapping toward their teacher, who was watching them with a disapproving frown. The other students flinched, clearly aware that they’d just witnessed something they probably shouldn’t have.

“You two—my office. Now.”

Bakugo let out a frustrated growl, his fists clenching as he shot one last glare at Y/N. She met his gaze, her expression defiant, and for a moment, neither of them moved, the tension between them still crackling in the air.

But finally, they turned, following Aizawa off the training grounds, their expressions sullen as they braced themselves for whatever punishment awaited them.

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As they walked, Y/N could feel the eyes of her classmates on her back, a mixture of curiosity, shock, and something else—something that almost felt like respect. It was a strange feeling, one she wasn’t used to. But she pushed it aside, reminding herself that she couldn’t afford to get distracted.

Beside her, Bakugo was fuming, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he glared straight ahead, his entire body radiating anger. She could tell that he was barely holding himself back, that every muscle in his body was straining to keep from lashing out.

But for once, she didn’t care. She’d said her piece, and she wasn’t about to back down. Not now. Not ever.