With You [Bakugou x Villain!Reader]

1: Fireworks

Warning: Strong language ahead. 

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You peer into the glass window of the classroom door, waiting for some kind of signal to enter. Some curious heads were turned towards the door and staring at your direction, trying to steal a glimpse of the new student who was going to be joining their prestigious 1-A class. It was, after all, pretty unusual for a student to suddenly be admitted to a full class of 20 right after the start of orientation week.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh. 

This is so bothersome. 

The teacher, Mr. Aizawa Shota, is just about done talking and is starting to write your name on the black board. He then gives you a subtle nod, signalling for you to come inside.

And here we go.

As you enter into the classroom, you notice the pure excitement and joy igniting on their facial expressions on most of the students' faces. 

Excitement? Oh.. Aizawa didn't tell them exactly why or who you are. Fantastic.

"Now, once again, let's welcome uh... " Aizawa turns to the board to look at his writing. 

"(Y/N)," you reply in disbelief.

"(Y/N)," Aizawa repeats louder with a stiff yawn as he makes his way towards the corner of the classroom. "Go ahead and introduce yourself more. More time you take, the better!"

By the time you made your way up to the board, he was already comfortably situated and has became one with his sleeping bag. You give a subtle smirk at the man. Damn, who knew there were people in this fucking building that could be relatable. 

You let out another sigh before pulling the most genuine smile you could muster. "Hello, my name is (Y/N). I guess I'll be your classmate for a week. I kill people for a living, so try not to bother me too much. It's nice to meet you all!"

Tension immediately builds up around you. Maybe that wasn't the best way to introduce yourself, but better to let them know the truth now rather than later, right? Those who didn't show any initial interest now shoots a glance or so at your direction, comprehending what you just said. You watch as the majority of students distort diverse and complex emotions on their faces. 

"Haha, funny joke, (Y/N)!" A voice cries out awkwardly in the midst of silence. A slow ascend of laughter joins in shortly after his remark. 

"Yeah! There's no way UA would let someone who kills 'people for a living' in here!" Another adds. Now a wave of laughter and nods fills the classroom. You wait patiently as the rest of the students try to convince each other that you were just another, ordinary student like them: a class clown, perhaps, nothing more.

"Besides, there's even a barrier specifically made to block out-"

"Non-heroes, right?" You interrupt subtly, pulling out your ID card from your pocket to twirl around your fingers. "But what if - hear me out-  what if someone who isn't a hero somehow got hold of such a card? That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"