There was no breach tonight but the teachers were alert. While UA had good security systems, Maskara had a big syndicate and he had been untouchable because he often moved around Japan, he targeted randomly but often struck hard.
He was a violent man.
Mr. Mamoru, Y/N's guardian and servant, was assisting the faculty in whatever he knew. He was giving them everything, all the stories he could remember, the patterns the syndicate had.
"He has pinpointed UA." Aizawa spoke as the teachers pored over the plans. The dorm was quiet now, but he knew for a fact that his students would be reliable.
His eyes flickered over the window where he could see the dorm, he doesn't plan leaving them for long.
Aizawa turned his attention back to Principal Nezu and Mamoru.
It was important to take down Maskara now. He has been elusive for years. Now that UA had Y/N, Maskara's invincibility was nonexistent.
Bakugo isn't sitting in the dorm. He's leaning against the wall by the dorm's heavy reinforced entrance, one foot propped up, arms crossed over his chest. He's been staring at the door for twenty minutes, ignoring the chatter from the common room. Every time the wind rattles the frame, his eyes flared red.
He knew the teachers must be planning more tonight. Because of the increase in alarms outside the gates, he knew it was about time before anything happened. "They're planning for a siege like we're some damn helpless damsels."
He pushed off the wall, stepping closer to Y/N. He looks down at her, his gaze sharp enough to cut.
"Listen to me. The teachers are gonna play it safe. They're gonna try to hide you in some bunker the second a pebble rolls the wrong way. But I know how these syndicate bastards think, they want you scared. They want you back in that cage."
He reaches out, his thumb calloused and rough as he brushes a stray hair back from her forehead, his touch uncharacteristically persistent for a split second before he pulls away.
"Don't let em. If the alarms go off, you don't run for the basement. You find me. You hear me, Y/N? You find me, and we'll show that father of yours exactly what happens when he tries to touch what's mine..." He pauses, his ears turning that tell-tale shade of pink again. "My teammate! My damn classmate! Whatever! Just don't get snatched, damn it!"
His classmates overheard him. They were all in the common area after all. Of course, they're not going to let this go especially since Bakugo has been showing a certain softness to her recently.
They all noticed. Trust them to make a damn big deal out of it.
"Kacchan and Y/N sitting in a tree." Denki started singing with that teasing grin on his face, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Shoto nodded along now, "They're kissing."
"Yeah!" Eijiro chuckled.
Y/N glanced at one blond from another before she reached out to touch Bakugo's arm, "I'll remember that."
But he wasn't focused on her anymore.
"WHO THE HELL SAID YOU COULD OPEN YOUR SHITTY MOUTHS?!" he roared, lunging forward. The common room erupted into laughter as Kirishima dove to intercept him, Sero's tape shot out to snag his arm, and Mina shrieked with laughter.
"Get your slimy tongues out before I turn you into charcoal, Dunce Face!" He detonated a warning blast into the ceiling, plaster raining down as half the class scrambled for cover. Only Izuku stays calm in the corner, analyzing the chaos with his notebook.
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selfish | bakugo x reader
FanfictionUA becomes a home to Y/N, a healer who has been locked up in her house all her life. She has been so used to her father controlling her every move and now, she's free. Eventually, Y/N meets Bakugo who teaches her to let no one hold the reins in her...
