━ "you trust me right?" ✧
day in day out, it was sleep, study, and laugh at their jokes like she gave a shit.
she craved excitement, and who could deliver better than two 1-A hotties and a blood thirsty villain?
traitors, smut and a character who e...
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Today marked the beginning of the sports festival, and you were currently with your classmates in the waiting room. You were practically shitting your pants in nervousness for today's events.
"Why are you shaking like an idiot. Scared of losing?" Looking up from your clutched hands, you saw none other than Bakugou, who you'd been spending a lot of time with recently.
You were so occupied by your anxiousness that you didn't pay much attention to the bi-colored male across the room, though this was probably for the best since you hadn't properly spoken since that day.
It didn't help that Bakugou's appearance made your body temperature rise so much. You still hadn't gotten over the embarrassing stunt you pulled a few days ago.
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It was nearing the last few days before the festival and you had slowly become more used to Bakugou's presence, seeing that the two of you had been training together since.
"You're late." He stated, watching as you approached the usual meeting spot.
You almost let out a retort. A question as to why you needed to fight him every day in the first place, but then you remembered what he had said the second time you met here.
'if you're gonna be hanging around me, you better make yourself useful for something. Even if that means being my personal punching bag!' You scoffed at the memory of his smirking face.
"Sorry, I fell asleep." You yawned, rubbing the back of your neck with an absentminded look toward the sunset.
He gestured for you to come closer as he mumbled his own colorful version of "whatever." You inched towards him, hoping he wouldn't just come at you full throttle.
As expected, he got into his signature stance, narrowed eyes studying your every move. You wondered if this was equivalent to the final boss fight after your 'training arc.'
Also getting into a readied position, you found it much easier to focus on the time. After constantly activating your quirk every day, you had deepened your understanding of your control. You thought of it as a piece of cloth, (the fabric of time) if you were able to grasp it, mentally, then you could shape it however you'd like.
The monotone speaker began its countdown as you dashed forward. By now, you had gotten so used to the voice that it became more reassuring than scary.
You hashed it out for a bit, trying to land as many hits on him as possible while your quirk was activated, panicking slightly when you ran out of time to distance yourself. You opted to desperately pin his hands to the ground as securely as you could.
