"The Boy of Sparks" (Bakugou Katsuki X female reader)

"Komaku"

"Suit yourself." He said, as he turned on his heel. He began to walk away, towards the staircase.
I wiped my face, glancing back at the paper with my classes. "W-wait!"
"What?" He turned back towards me, one foot down the first step.
"Can you tell me where I can find class 1-A?" I said looking back at the paper again, making sure I said the class name correctly.
He walked back towards me. "Im headed there now so just follow me. And get up," he narrowed his eyes and extended his hand to help me up, "the floor is filthy."
"R-right" I grabbed his warm hand. He pulled me up off the floor with ease. I let him go and swiped my hands down my skirt to adjust the pleats. Without saying a word he walked towards the stairs. I willingly followed, watching his laidback strides as he trudged down the stairs to the first floor hallway.
"You gonna give me a name or?" He looked back at me for a second then continued his leisurely walk.
I guess I was so mesmerized with his gait I didn't notice him speak.
"Komaku" He said
"W-what?" I stopped day dreaming.
"Komaku, that's what you'll respond to."
"Oh, well uh, actually my name is (y/n)" I replied "And whats-?"
"Bakugou" He said, cutting me off as he turned to open a door. He held the door open for me as I looked up at the sign reading "Class 1-A". As I stepped in, the students stopped what they were doing. All eyes landed on me. I froze for a minute, looked at the teacher, then back to the class full of students staring at me. The second Bakugou walked in behind me, every student averted their eyes and proceeded what they were doing. I figured he must have a reputation from freshman year.
As he walked to his desk he brushed against my arm, taking me out of shock. He sat down in his seat, and I turned and took mine. I sat in the first seat I could see was open, behind a green haired boy, with a bright smile. I sat in front of a boy who was staring at a mirror, so self centered he ignored the outside world. The teacher proceeded the lesson, ignoring how late Bakugou and I were. I stared at the teacher, he was standing in a yellow sleeping bag, with dark eyes and black hair. "So thats Mr. Aizawa" I thought to myself. As I looked back over at Bakugou, he was already staring at me. He quickly averted his eyes. As his cheeks took a red tint, so did mine. Even if this was going to be the hardest three years of my life, least I have something to look forward to everyday, even if it is just a glance.