My Hero Academia Imagines

Fight Me (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki:

It had become painfully obvious that you were not fighting him as seriously as you should be. Every time you had gained the upper hand and he left himself open for an attack, your form would shrink and you would go back into yourself.

He snarled, grabbing you by your arm and slamming you into the ground. His body held you down, pushing your face further and further into the dirt. Breathing ragged and choking on the substance entering your mouth, your hand slammed against the ground three times.

He let you go right away, backing off and sitting down on the ground. His scarlet eyes trailed you as you got up onto your knees. You gasped for air and then began to viciously cough and spit up the dirt that had been forced into your mouth.

He growled, not understanding why it always ended this way when you two spared. It wasn't this time as a single, lone incident. But rather every single time he and you mock fought. He wasn't perfect and knew when he messed up.

And when he did, he knew you could easily take the breath out of him. And he knew you saw it when he did. But you did the same thing every time: you're eyes would widen and you would ever so slightly back off, allowing him to recover and knock you back with a force.

And it had gotten on his damn nerves too many times now.

"The Sports Festival is next week." He stated, voice bland and unnervingly neutral.

"I know."

"If you know, then why the hell are you not trying your fucking best? I can tell you keep fucking letting me win." He spat, he got up walking over to your crouching form.

"I'm trying my best."

"Bullshit."

You were grabbed by the back of your shirt and forced onto your feet by Bakugou. He pressed his hands into your chest, causing you to stumble backwards.

"Fight me."

"I am fighting you!"

His mouth twitched and he sent another shove into you, and another and another. He continued his pushes until he was a bit too tough and you fell over, crashing into the ground underneath him.

"What the hell is you-"

"You think you can win by not fucking giving it your best?"

You stopped talking, listening to his angry tone. Though, it seemed to also hold disappointment in you. Was it really that easy to tell you we're not giving it your all... though there was a good reason for that.

"Do you pity me or something dipshit? I don't need your pity! Now get up and fight me for real!"

"I can't!" You called out, feeling your own anger rise at his lack of understanding of the situation and of your quirk.

"Well too damn bad! No one of going to go easy on you at the Sport's Festival and neither am I damn it! So why the fuck do you keep pulling punches?"

"Because I don't want to hurt anyone, you jerk!"

Bakugou pauses, not understanding where this had come from. Could he have assumed the wrong thing...?

"The fuck are you talking about, dumbass?" He calmed down ever so slightly.

"You'd never understand..." You mumbled, hiking your legs up into your form and burying your face into your knees.

He sighed, taking a seat next to you on the dirt training ground. He groaned and turned a vicious glare at you.

"Fucking try me."

Your eyes watered and you nodded slightly, deciding that not telling him would make him even more fired up then he already was. Plus maybe if you did tell him... he'd let it go why you never used your quirk.

Though... this was Bakugou. Any reaction out of him would probably be anger and overbearing rage.

"My quirk..." You trailed off, waving a hand over a small budding plant near where you both sat.

Bakugou's eyes widened as when you ever so lightly touched the plant, it wilted. You hand retracted and you sighed. The plant looked dead, what in the hell was your quirk?

"You the fucking grim reaper or something?"

You shook your head. "No.. my quirk absorbs the life energy of living things. One touch and I can train a little bit or all of it. The difficult part is that the minute I touch something... it becomes difficult to remove my hand. It's like it gets stuck to the object."

"Have you ever fucking killed anyone?"

You shook your head. "No. Thankfully."

"Well is the life gone forever once you take it?"

"No. The creature's life force will return slowly after I disconnect my head... that is if I left any life force left."

"Then what the hell are you so afraid of?" He clicked his tongue, getting up and dusting off the dirt from his pants. "If you haven't killed anyone, then it must not be fucking bad."

"Are you not listening? I could kill you Bakugou-kun!"

"And I could kill you. But you don't see me crying like a little brat." He spat out, showing you his tongue and calloused hands.

"It's different."

"No its fucking not. I could blow someone up and you can drain their life. Doesn't mean you will. So get up off your ass and fight me."

"Baku-"

"I said get up! You think I'm going to willingly let you touch me neither? The minute you do I'll blow up your arm! Now fight me!"

You blinked, realizing he was trying to be understanding. He himself knew the dangers of a deadly quirk, but he wasn't letting that stop him. And he would be damned if he let it stop you.

"It might hurt when I drain your life force." You spoke, getting up and facing him.

He smirked. "Then I'll return the favor three hold when you do."