*·˚ ༘ ➳ 𝗬𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 is an ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀ-cold as ice, yet with flames that burn deep inside. 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 is all fire and fury, a force that refuses to be tamed. Their rivalry ignites with every clash, but something stronger p...
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「 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 」✧ 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 Thirteen ≡ 2406 words ≡
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI STOOD IN THE SHADOWS OF THE CORRIDOR, arms crossed and back pressed against the wall, his expression set in a familiar scowl. He hadn't planned on sticking around to eavesdrop on anyone's sob story, but when Todoroki Shoto's voice had drifted through the air, something about it made him pause. It wasn't just the mention of Endeavor that grabbed his attention, but the tone—the raw edge to Shoto's usually composed demeanor. Bakugou's gaze narrowed, his irritation bubbling beneath the surface.
'So this is what my competition's made of, huh?' he thought to himself, shaking his head slightly as he leaned closer to the wall, his curiosity piqued in spite of himself. 'Pretty fucking tragic.'
Before he could lose himself in his thoughts, a sound approached from the other end of the hall. Yuki, of all people. Bakugou tensed, his instinct kicking in before his brain could process it. She spotted him almost immediately, her soft, aloof expression barely registering surprise. Their eyes locked as she started nearing his way, and she started to speak.
"Have you seen Sho—"
Without thinking, Bakugou clamped a hand over her mouth, yanking her back into the shadows with him, away from sight. His movements were quick, firm—but not rough. His hand muffled her words, and she stiffened in his grip.
"Keep quiet, dumbass," he muttered, his voice barely above a growl. He glared down at her, irritated by the sudden interruption. He needed to hear what Todoroki was saying, and this wasn't the time for her clueless questions.
As Yuki's form pressed against his side, Bakugou's sharp eyes caught something strange. She was wearing... a cheerleading outfit? His irritation flared again, though now with a different kind of heat. The skirt barely brushed her upper thighs, and the top—tight, form-fitting—seemed ridiculous on her. She wasn't the type for this kind of thing, from what he could tell. He bit back a sneer, immediately assuming this had to be Mineta and Kaminari's doing. No way she'd willingly go along with something this dumb. Did they take advantage of her obliviousness?
His gaze lingered a second too long on her, and he realized he was staring. 'Shit.'
He averted his eyes, only to feel a sharp bite on his hand.
"The hell—?!" Bakugou snapped, jerking back as Yuki twisted out of his grip, a triumphant smirk curling at her lips.
"Get your hands off me," she hissed, her voice low but full of defiance as she stepped back, standing her ground.
Bakugou glared at her, though there was something almost impressed behind the anger. "Damn brat," he muttered, rubbing the spot where she bit him. "Stay quiet."
