Strong | BnHA/MHA {Katsuki Bakugō x Reader} {Discontinued!}

6 | To Be Cursed With An Angry Blond, What A Tragedy

Compared to almost everyone present in (Y/n)'s life, never has she ever crossed an individual that rashly caused her blood to boil quite like Katsuki Bakugō. Briefly adjusting the comfortable choker encircling her neck rather boorishly, (Y/n) secretly wished for a different partner.

What evil deity have I pissed off that they've cursed me with him?

Then again, (Y/n) suspiciously eyeballed Bakugō. Said boy was idly leaning against a crystalline wall of windows, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The shimmering sunlight filtering through the glass complimented his rugged characteristics. The bright radiance magnified the virulent fire crackling within his ruby irises, even brightening his spiky, dirty-blonde hair.

Recalling her earlier thoughts, (Y/n) clamped her mouth shut, ceasing the gutsy flow of words that would verbally massacre Bakugō.

Benefit of the doubt, (Y/n). . . You know all too well what it feels like to experience people ignorantly judging you. . . Let it go for now.

Sighing exaggeratedly, (Y/n) forced a tightlipped smile, hoping a mellow joke cooled him down. "Forgive me, your royal majesty, I didn't realize I was on your valuable time."

"I don't give a fuck," he huffed contemptuously, turning to venture elsewhere whilst rudely abandoning (Y/n).

Aaaaaand, surprise, surprise, his attitude returns. Wonderful.

(Y/n) slowly jogged to counterbalance Bakugō's long strides, rounding a sharp corner and breezily descending a twisting stairwell to finally catch him.

"Hey, stop brushing me off! If you're planning on leaving without me, what was the whole point in waiting?" She reasoned cheekily, earning an ill-tempered glare in return.

"Shut. Up." Bakugō enunciated lowly, roughly pushing U.A.'s front door open to get outside and hopefully away from her.

"Oh. Scary," (Y/n) slipped beside Bakugō, easily matching his gate. "But seriously, why'd you of all people stay behind? Did no one else dare accompany big bad Bakugō?" She taunted mischievously, flippantly using his surname instead of a mocking nickname.

"No!" He barked, whirling to confront (Y/n). "I waited because that volcanic mop-head and bubblegum bitch were giving me shit about not having a beating heart," he heatedly confessed, eyebrows resentfully furrowed. "Plus, those two idiots knew I was the last person here. Say something happened to your weak ass on the way home, I'd get hell for it or possibly expelled, and I refuse to risk my future career for you."

(Y/n) blinked, stupefied, unintentional discoveries being uncovered as her mind raced. Had Bakugō stopped prematurely where he was insulting their fellow classmates, (Y/n) would've probably labeled him differently, but the blatant obviousness of his personality struck her – the noteworthy fashion in which he outrageously prided, and confidently conducted, himself as superior.

She could respect that, perhaps not necessarily in the same extreme sense, nevertheless, this newfound information only supplied her the additional ammunition to relentlessly badger Bakugō with.

"Kirishima and Ashido," (Y/n) stated suddenly, sauntering beyond U.A.'s encompassing barricade, compelling Bakugō to begrudgingly pursue her.

Bakugō scoffed disparagingly, his permanent scowl reemerging. "Hah? What nonsense are you spewing? Are you fucking deaf, or were you not listening?"

Smirking lightheartedly, (Y/n) dryly snorted. "No, I heard you loud and clear, but we have assigned names, ya know. For example, it's Kirishima and Ashido, not 'volcanic mop-head and bubblegum bitch'.