One Shots - BNHA

Bakugo Katsuki × Reader! - feeling

I woke up sprawled across my bed with a loud ringing in my ears. I thought it had been from yesterday, but it was only the alarm clock. Annoyed, I threw a hand over top of it to turn it off. If my parents weren't so set on me keeping an attendance record I would've slept through the whole day; alas, school called. I groggily slid off the sheets and staggered over to the mirror.

Terrible was an understatement.

There were dark bags under my eyes and dried blood under my nose. A small bruise was even forming on my cheek. I sighed, walking over to the bathroom to wash my face and cover up the evidence. Only, that was just my face. I was lucky enough my uniform covered up the rest of what they did.

I walked out of the house a different person. The bruise was replaced by a bright green bandaid and my uniform covered up the rest. My eyes didn't look as tired and for once my hair wasn't a birds nest. I smiled to myself, looking down at my shoes, and started walking to the prestigious Hero Academy, U.A. If I could pretend for even a moment I'd be okay walkimg home, I would. Though, I'm not sure if I walked that way because I knew there was something waiting, or I had to.

. . .

"(Y/n)! Good morning." Deku gave me a shy smile, walkimg over to my desk. Uraraka trailed in behimd him, shooting me a grin. "Oh- Hi..." I smiled back before reaching to pull some stuff out of my bag. Deku looked closer and frowned. "What happened to your face? Your not getting into trouble are you? We could always walk home with you." I shook my head. "I-I couldn't ask you to do that. Besides, I'm okay." Uraraka leaned over to pick up one of my pencils that rolled off the desk, setting it back with a smile. "Well I hope you talk to us if something does! We're friends after all!" A trace of a smile came over my lips at that comment. "Yeah, okay...thanks."

Before I could talk to the two more Aizawa walked in the door to start class as usual. The two went back to their desks, leaving me alone again at mine. Suddenly I felt as though someone else was watching me. Glancing next to me I caught none other than Bakugo Katsuki staring my way. He looked upset, and I could only hope I hadn't done anything wrong. I pulled up my stockings a bit to cover any bruises that might've peeked through and sent him a small smile. He simply knitted his brows tightly together and looked away, like he was trying to figure something out.

. . .

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk with you?" The green haired boy started to plead. At this point he probably knew what was going on, but I held on to the hope that he didn't. "It's okay. I'll see you later- you too Uraraka." I smiled softly, but he didn't seem to buy it. "...alright." Him and Uraraka exchanged glances of what seemed like worry as I turned to leave. I was a bit away from the school when someone yelled at me from an alley way around the corner. "Hey you! Now where the hell do you think your going?" A taller boy walked out to the edge of the alley, hands on his hips. Behind him was a rough looking girl with way too much mascara and another boy with an oversized shirt and oddly expensive shoes. The tall boy clinked his fists together, turning his knuckles to brass. The girl smirked letting her eyes turn an electric blue, while the last boy simply stared- as though I were a roach he refused to pick up.

I stared at them smiling, refusing to give them any satisfaction. I wasn't the best at talking to people, however this didn't seem like a real connection. It was just...different. Very different. "Hello." The first boy scowled in disgust. "Did you come back to visit, princess? Get tired of the privileged life, did ya?" "I was just walking home, You're the one who yelled at me if I remember correctly." "Oh yeah- would'nt wantcha worryin' your pretty little head about who said blank!" The girl pitched in staring me straight in the eyes.

Suddenly I felt dizzy, like a drunken girl coming back from a club. The world spun around in circles and the reds and blues mixed like 3D glasses. My head was pounding and my throat went dry- what an odd quirk. I groaned and bent my knees, trying to stand. I put my hands in front of me, seemingly ready to fight. I knew I must've looked silly however, because they only grinned at my attempt.