My Hero Academia x Reader One-shots

How Not To Shoot (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

A/N: This was another request from someone on ao3. Hope you like it! I do not own My Hero Academia, any of its characters, or the picture. Enjoy! 

Warning: Strong language on Bakugou's part

Reader's Quirk: Empathy (can sense and manipulate the emotions of others)

BANG!

"SHIT!" The gun kicked back in Bakugou's hand, smashing the angry blonde in the face as he cursed, a small trickle of blood dripping from his nose. "(Y/N), you suck at teaching!"

"No, you just suck at using a gun," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that night. 

"Huh!? What the hell did you just say!?" Bakugou glared at you fiercely, tightening his grip on the offending weapon in his hand. 

"Nothing," you smiled sweetly, activating your quirk. Harsh features softening, Bakugou could only groan as you dampened his fiery anger to a dull smolder, forcing him to relax. 

"I hate you." It was almost comical, the way his calm face didn't match his angry words.

"That's a lie," you deadpanned.

"No, it's not," he sulked, averting his eyes from you.

"Katsuki, I can sense your emotions. Don't even try to deny that you don't hate me." Quirking an eyebrow, you smirked at him knowingly. 

"Whatever," he grumbled, turning away from you, the tips of his ears pink. "Why am I even going along with this? It's not like I'll ever need to use a gun." Proving his point, a puff of smoke bloomed in his empty hand, hinting at his explosive quirk. 

"So? You can never be too careful," you pointed out. "Besides, it's a useful skill!"

"Not when you're a real hero with a useful quirk." Your smiled dropped, face devoid of any emotion. Bakugou looked up, realizing a second too late how his words could have been interpreted. "(Y/n), I didn't mean-"

"I know." He shivered under your empty gaze, chilled to the bone as your quirk froze his heart ruthlessly. Your lip curled up in a vicious smile, a dangerous glint in your narrowed eyes. "I'm not a real hero though, am I?"

Faster than the eye could catch, you drew the guns holstered on your thighs and fired, the wind of two shots brushing his face as the bullets came within a hairsbreadth of his skin. For a few moments, Bakugou stood frozen, staring at you with wide, surprised eyes as his mind processed what his eyes had failed to see. Shoulders trembling, he blinked, letting out the breath he'd been holding in a slow exhale. 

"A-Are..." He swallowed, taking a moment to steady himself before trying again. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?! YOU COULD'VE KILLED ME!!!" 

"Katsuki, I've been handling guns since I was a child, I never miss." Sighing, you holstered your guns, the comfortable feel of their custom-made handles leaving your palms. 

"Fucking vigilante," Bakugou growled, hands unconsciously raising to touch the tender skin of his cheeks.  

"Fucking hero," you laughed back as he tried to still his trembling hands. "Now!" Clapping your hands together, your demeanor lightened, cheerful smile returning. "Let's try it again!"

BANG!