Yellow Team: Bakugo
~ Bakugo's Point of View ~
"This place is too much like a damn maze!" I face my palms towards the ground and shoot up into the air, flying over the metal structures and the cement wall surrounding the training grounds. If I hadn't decided to look down the moment I did, I would have missed the familiar speck of my black clothed girlfriend hiding in the bushes with an odd splash of yellow wrapped around her arm. I make a steady crash landing right in front of her. God. She looks incredible even when she's startled.
She moves her yellow clad arm behind her back and closes her gaping mouth. "Hi babe," she says, smiling as she slowly backs away. "Shouldn't you be looking for another team's flag? You know all the parents and teachers are watching. You can always sneak over to my room later tonight. Right now isn't the best time for a romantic rendezvous between lovers who are fated to battle, at least for the next forty-five minutes or so."
I feel my lips curl upward. Her poker face needs some work and she's doing the same babbling thing that Deku does when he's nervous but it's actually cute when she does it. I grab her free wrist and pull her into my chest. "Where's the fun in that? I want everyone to know you're mine." I move my arm to her waist but before I can reach around her back, her solid body turns to smoke.
"Have you always been this impatient?" Her voice rains down from above. A tantalizing smirk paints her soft lips.
Looking around, I see her standing on a thick branch in the tree right next to where I am. "Y/N, I don't want to fight you. Just give me the flag back and I'll give you a kiss."
She laughs and takes a seat with her back against the tree trunk. "And what are you gonna do if I don't adhere to your demand?" She bites her lip and dangles one leg down, playfully kicking it back and forth.
"Don't make me come up there and take it by force," I growl, cracking my knuckles. While I do fantasize about pinning her underneath me, it's never in this situation and there definitely isn't an audience.
"Don't threaten me with a good time," she winks. She stands back up and lets out a hefty sigh. "As much as I want to see what happens, I should probably get this flag back to Ayoama and move onto my next target."
She turns her body into smoke again. In the bright sunlight it's rather easy to spot the slightly dark mass moving through the sky. Wait a sec, her smoke looks darker than normal. "Shit!"
I take off after her, hoping against all hope that I get to her in time. I can't help but think back to the time she was practicing her new special move...
"Is it just me, or is your smoke getting easier to see?" I asked as the tingling sensation spread throughout my hand and up my wrist. She told me she wants to be able to use her Quirk for more than combat and offensive power. Y/N wants to be able to save people without putting them at risk during a fight.
"If I can use my Quirk to turn my clothes and objects into smoke, then it stands to reason that with enough practice I can turn another person into smoke and save them."
She's been practicing on my hand for the past few days. It started with just one finger at a time but today she wanted to try to move onto a bigger surface area.
"It's not your imagination," she said, sounding incredibly lethargic. "Just like with my Smoke Doubles, this move takes a lot out of me. It's different with an object or my costume. Manipulating another living thing really..." She slumped over.
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Smoke Screen (Bakugo x Reader )
FanfictionY/N is Shota Aizawa's niece. You lived with your parents in America up until a week ago. You've been forced to move to Japan after your parents were killed. Thanks to your uncle working at UA you've been accepted as the 21st student in Class 1-A. T...
