𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 ❖ MY HERO ACADEMIA

chapter 94 - interlinked, interlinked

The afternoon sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the school training grounds. Bakugo had been halfway through a shit-talking sentencing when Komi suddenly froze. She hadn't been moving before hand, but her whole body tensed and she could barely look at Bakugo before she ran off, saying something about needing to find Jiro.

Bakugo -who was minorly ticked off because he was spreading some good shit talking, curled his lip for a moment before trudging over to Midoriya to yell at him about something.

But Bakugo barely got far before he was interrupted by it.

She had literately come out of nowhere, her arms crossed, and that once flustered look on her face now gone, simply leaving her usual smirk on her face.

"Hey, Katsuki!" Asami drew out his name and for once, Bakugo was able to hold back and not blow up, despite the very strong urge to do so anyway. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. You know, you're really different from the other guys in this school. Strong, confident... kind of mysterious, too."

Ain't a fucking sun in a sky, Bakugo thought as a scowl etched his way into his face.
He raised his hands instantly, not even allowing her to go any further. "Shut the fuck up."

Komi often had the trouble battling her morals, trying to decipher the line between good and evil.
Bakugo did not have a single problem with any of that, at all.

The look on the pink haired girl's face did fall, but it was only for a moment before she quickly recovered herself and almost seemingly blinked herself back into la-la-land.
"Oh, come on Katsuki!" She squealed as she went to reach out and lightly shove him, but he dodged her. "... You- You can't tell me you're not curious. I'm sure you've noticed how much attention I get. I'm used to getting what I want, and right now, what I want is you."

Asami's words were so calculating, so insincere. She may be interested in Bakugo- but, she was more interested in trying to prove something, trying to make a point.

Bakugo didn't even flinch, and his voice remained sharp as ever, though he was soon to gag in a minute or two. "Do not ever talk to me again, you hear me?"

Asami's face tightened slightly, but she didn't back down. Instead, she tried a different approach, her voice dropping to a more hushed, almost playful tone. "Oh, please, Katsuki-"

"Don't you call me that. The Old Hag's the only one that gets to call me that, and you're not that old." Bakugo waved a finger in her face, his raspy little voice only slowly getting louder and louder.

"Old Hag?" The diss to herself only went right over her head. "Who?"

Bakugo's eye twitched, and he only marched forward, fighting the urge to barge shoulders with the girl, but since he didn't want to catch a disease, she didn't.

"Oh, come on," She said, her tone shifting to one of feigned innocence as she started to follow him. "Don't be like that. You know I'm not like the others, right? I can keep up with someone like you. I think we'd make an incredible couple."

"Fuck off." Bakugo told her, proud, loud and with crystal clear pronunciation.

"Ugh," Asami slouched over, marching around to Bakugo's front and forcing him to stop. "Honestly! Are you sick? Are you even listening to me right now? I'm giving you the chance to take me out on a da-"

"Are you listening?" Bakugo growled back at her. "Fuck off!"

Asami, only for a moment, listened. But unfortunately, for people like Asami, they are unable to see more than their own perspective, due to lacking not just average intelligence, but emotional intelligence as well.
So, she balled up her fists and stamped up in front of Bakugo, demeaning a proper answer, but asking a proper poor question.