Text Back (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Challenge

The teachers' instruction was to find 2 more partners and you'd all be done for the day. After Kirishima left, you battled against Kaminari who was not a fighter at all. He threw average punches, surely learning it from getting into scraps with neighborhood kids. He had no technique or awareness of himself so it was easy to bust out a couple of hard hits before he went down.

Next was Midoriya. He was a more interesting case. He was a thinker.

Midoriya was able to read some of your movements by studying your form and did a great job of blocking and evading. However, he didn't have a fighting style of his own. He merely dished out attacks when you had pushed him too far into a corner. You tricked him with a few fake-outs punches and then slammed him onto the floor.

"Whoa," Midoriya breathed out as you helped him up. His face was slightly pink from the rugged exercise. "You're really good."

"Thanks! You're a lot stronger than you look," You grinned back and squeezed his arm for emphasis. To your surprise, however, you found his upper arm to be thick with muscle. You openly gasped causing Midoriya's face to light up bright red. 

"Wow, your clothes do not do you justice," You murmured, your own skin feeling warm now. He was wearing a UA gym uniform and yet it seemed one size too big. You thought this was because he was more lean than the others but this boy was packing. Nice arms were a weakness of yours.

"Haha, sorry." You pulled away nervously. You were going to switch the topic when a thought came to you. "Wait, does that mean you were holding back just now?"

The male's gaze flitted away from yours in a flash. "Uh, wha...what do you me, no! No, I..."

"I feel like you could have hit harder if you really wanted to," You continued, raising an eyebrow.

Midoriya couldn't mask his guilt even if he tried. He gave in with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I just...I didn't want to hurt you."

You pouted and crossed your arms. "Midoriya, this practice is all about getting hurt. How am I supposed to learn to defend myself if you're not giving it your all?" His head was hung low while he fiddled with his hands. You knew he was a sweet, soft-spoken kind of guy so your words weren't to chew him out rather they were for him to take you seriously. 

You came up to him and lightly brushed your knuckles into his jaw, tilting his head up to yours. His anxious glance fell on your playful smile. "Hey, don't underestimate me, kay? Now you owe me a rematch."

"I guess that's only fair," He chuckled softly. 

"I'll be expecting it so stay on your toes!" You said before joining everyone else who began to gather. Many were finishing up their sparring sessions.

"Alright, Alright, everyone stop what you're doing. If you didn't manage to fight 3 students today that's fine," Aizawa spoke in monotone.

Sekijirou joined in. "However, we want to do one last exercise before we leave today."

"Raise your hand if you managed to beat all three of your opponents."

You gently raised your hand unknowing of the consequences that could lie ahead of you. You looked around and saw two other hands. Your lungs sunk to your stomach when you saw who one of them belonged to.

Of course it had to be Bakugou.

"That's too bad. The number's uneven," Sekijirou mused. "But at least we have one person from 1-B."

"(l/n), Bakugou, Todoroki, come forward," Aizawa singled you three out. You began to regret admitting your victories when the judging eyes of the classes followed you.