Mystic

Chapter 8

The weekend sun was high in the sky as Class 1-A stepped off the bus, buzzing with excitement. Y/n pulled up alongside them on her bike, her hair flying in the breeze as she came to a smooth stop. The class cheered as they spotted her, some of the girls already running up with eager smiles.

"Y/n! Come on!" Mina shouted, practically dragging her towards the sandy shore.

Bakugou, unloading his bag, glanced over to catch her in the corner of his eye, noticing how her smile widened as she laughed with the girls. He turned his gaze away with a small scowl, though he found himself sneaking another look.

After everyone settled in, Y/n took off her top and shorts to reveal a black and red bikini. Bakugou's eyes lingered as he watched her spread out her towel. Fuck. She was built—muscular, toned, and looked so damn good in that bikini. It was taking everything in him not to check her out. Kirishima sidled up next to him with a smirk, nudging his shoulder.

"Checking her out, huh?" Kirishima teased quietly.

Bakugou snapped his gaze to his friend, an annoyed flush coloring his cheeks. "Shut up," he muttered, tugging at his shirt collar as he looked back towards his bag. "Ain't nobody checking anyone out."

Kirishima laughed, throwing his arm around Bakugou's shoulders. "Whatever, dude. Just saying, it's not often we see you with such... intense focus."

Bakugou grumbled, brushing him off. But he couldn't deny he'd been glancing over. She looked so amazing. Recently, it had become harder to ignore Y/n's presence. He didn't know what to make of the strange tugging feeling that had started growing whenever she was around. It was annoying. He shouldn't be feeling this way. Especially in that way. He was supposed to be focused on becoming the number one hero, not wasting his time with feelings.

"Hey, Y/n!" Mina called out, waving her hand. "Let's play volleyball!"

Y/n jogged over, a bright smile on her face. "I'm game!"

Bakugo turned to the sound of her voice her ass bouncing while she walked over. He sighs out placing his hands on his face. What are you even thinking.

Before long, the teams were formed. Y/n, Mina, and Jirou versus Todoroki, Sero, and Kaminari. The game was intense, with Y/n leaping, diving, and chasing the ball across the court. Bakugou leaned back on his towel, pretending not to watch—but his gaze kept drifting back to her. She looked fierce and determined, her laughter echoing across the beach as she threw herself into the game.

Kirishima shook his head with a knowing grin. "You're staring again, bro."

Bakugou scowled, his hands clenching into fists. "Mind your own business," he muttered, but his voice was quieter, almost unsure. As he turned his head back to Y/n, he watched her smiling, glowing in the late morning sun. Something inside him twisted, and he tore his gaze away.

This was ridiculous. No, he wasn't in love. He was supposed to be focusing on his goals, his ambitions. But still, he kept glancing at her, unable to shake off the feeling. "Damn feelings," he mumbled under his breath, stalking off towards his things away from the group.

Y/n looked around and noticed Bakugou sitting by himself, arms crossed as he glared out over the ocean. She decided to take a break, walking over and stopped in front of him, a small smile on her face.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, tilting her head in concern.

"Tch. I'm fine," he replied, rolling his eyes and looking anywhere but at her. He didn't want her seeing through him, didn't want her to know how she threw his mind into chaos.

Y/n didn't buy it but decided to keep him company anyway. She sat down beside him, letting the silence settle between them. After a moment, she stretched out, putting her arm over her eyes. "You know, Bakugou, it's nice here," she murmured.