Sweet Stuff: Bakugou x OC

The Blond In The Front Row

(Also, one of my other OCs, Sayuri makes appearances throughout this story. If you wanna know more about her,go check out my story: Memes and Things!)

Kyandi's POV:

"Today we will be receiving a new student. She's being transfered to U.A. through strong recommendations. She started the school year at a smaller school nearby, but they felt as though going to U.A. would look better for her future Pro-Hero status. Please, try and make her feel welcome."

I stood outside the huge door, listening to Aizawa-sensei introduce me to the class. However, a frown formed on my face when I realized he hadn't told them the whole truth about why I had been transferred. I wasn't technically recommended. My old school practically begged U.A. to take me after the incident that occurred while I was sparring with a classmate last month.

We were supposed to be testing how far we could push our quirks before we finally had to tap out of the fight. I was going strong for the first half of the fight, but towards the second half I started losing the upper hand. I knew he was going to knock me out if he managed to get one more hit on me and I panicked. Somewhere in my adrenaline filled shock, my body took matters into it's own hands and created a special move. I ended up causing severe damage to myself, my classmate, and the school.

My principle decided that U.A. would be more capable of teaching me to use whatever that special move was and how to control it. Principle Nezu thought that bringing me to U.A. was a great idea because I could get put in Aizawa-sensei's class. That way, if I were to ever get out of hand again, he could stop me before I hurt anyone else.

The door in front of me opened, revealing the tired man that was Aizawa. "Are you coming in here or not?"

"Yes, sir, my apologies." I bowed and walked into the classroom.

"This is your new classmate, Takahashi Kyandi." He motioned over to me as I waved to all of the other students.

"What is she, eight?" An intimidating looking blond asked from the front row.

"I'm sixteen. I know I'm short, but I'm not that short." I mumbled.

"Well, if you were any shorter you might actually fade out of existence." He laughed and I felt my cheeks heat up out of embarassment.

I had never really been self conscious about my height as I was always able to wear heels to make up for it. But, here I was told I had to wear some kind of dress shoes without any added lift.

"Who cares if she's short, I'm sure she could still beat your ass, Katsuki." A voice called from the back of the class.

The girl had neon yellow hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and that's all that I could really make out from the front where I was standing.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY, YOU DAMN NERD?" The blond, who I assume is Katsuki, stood from his seat, small tendrils of smoke forming from his palms.

"That's enough from the both of you! I said make her feel welcome, not insult her and then make Bakugou want to fight her. Get it together." Aizawa-sensei shouted at the two bickering students. However, the look of amusement never left the girl's face.

"Welcome, Takahashi-kun. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am the class representative, Iida Tenya." A taller boy in the back stood from his seat and bowed, his glasses almost falling off of his rectangular face.

"Thank you, Iida. I'm sure its a pleasure to meet you too." I nodded as I looked around for an empty seat, quickly spotting one next to the girl from earlier.

I sat next to the girl with the bright hair and she turned to me, smiling. "Hi, I'm Sayuri! Sorry about Bakugou the grouch up there, and before you ask, yes, he's always an asshole."

"Oh... Well, you already know who I am." I shrugged.

"Yeah, what's your quirk anyways?" She whispered.

"That's a surprise." I said as I prentended to zip my lips shut.

"Girls, would you please stop whispering and maybe pay some attention?" Aizawa-sensei groaned.

"Sorry! Please, continue." Sayuri said as she turned to face the front of the classroom.

However, my eyes kept flitting over to the boy in the front, Bakugou. Well, more importantly the constant scowl that adorned his face. I tried to imagine what he would look like smiling, but the closest image I could come up with was him smirking which wasn't really the same. I sighed to myself.

I knew that I probably shouldn't get involved with this guy's life, but it just kept eating at me. How could this guy not be able to find a single thing to smile about. I smile at just about everything, so I know that there's a lot out there that makes people happy.

So, other than hurting others and shouting, what makes this Bakugou happy? I racked my brain for possible ideas of how to make him smile. I will cause it to happen, even if it's the last thing that I do.