My Hero Academia x Readers

Trash: Kaminari x Reader

"Oh lookie here, the Trash Girl actually came to school today," Bakugou trots on over to your desk with his hands buried within the pockets of his uniform pants. "Why do you even bother with school? Why haven't Aizawa kicked you out?" You couldn't help but to sigh. Your head was hung low enough to allow your hair to hide your face, if even a little bit. To look into someone's eyes gave you a sense of dread. More dread came whenever someone talked to you, in which it was a rare occurrence. It was another thing for Bakugou to be calling you out, "hey look at me when I talk to you!" The blonde snapped, slamming one hand down atop your desk.

Although the slam startled you, you refused to show any fear in the slightest before your enemy. "You may be trash but you're not any trash I want to look at," you quickly threw that insult at Bakugou with a bored yet all so faintly amused grin. No sense in sticking around just to get up from your cold seat and walk out from the classroom as a whole not once looking back.

"Want any ice for that burn?" Kaminari cracked up immediately, doubled over in a struggle to stand as he held his stomach. Kirishima was a mirror image of the electric blonde, unable to keep himself from Bakugou's all so evident backfire.

A vein began to pop from Bakugou's forehead. The only thing keeping the vein from popping was the skin that lined his creased forehead. "Want to die Dunce Face?" The Blonde asked all the while clenching his hands in preparation for an explosion of karma.

"Bakugou you were out of line," Kirishima tfelt the need to point out, being the moral compass of the classroom besides IIda.

"Yeah you can't talk to pretty girls like that," Kaminari waved his finger before the bullies face.

"I was not!" Bakugou snapped. "Pretty or not, the bitch only comes in once a month. Someone needs to kick her out. We play heroes not hooky!!!"

"Doesn't mean you need to point it out," Kirishima frowned. Some things are better left unsaid.

"Plus, you don't call anyone trash. Even I can't bring myself to call anyone that except maybe you Bakugou," Kaminari had all the confidence he could get, crossing his arms to mimic his manlier friend of cherry red hair. "You're trash Bakugou."

"She is trash," Bakugou's eye twitched. "Everybody knows this."

"How come we don't?" Kaminari cocked a brow.

"Cause Shitty Hair is a rock, and you live under him."

"Ouch Kaminari," Sero overheard the conversation from his own desk only few feet away. "Now do you need any ice for that burn?"

"Sero, buddy, are you aware that everyone calls (Y/n) trash?" Kaminari won't let a pretty girl receive any more ridicule. As if you did anything to deserve it.

"Um Yeah, who doesn't know this?" Now Sero called the boys of red and yellow out on their oblivious nature as well. "The girl practically lives at the junkyard a few miles off. If she's not in school, then you'll find her swimming in filth." How Sero knows this is through small talk around school, probably rumors, but that's his evidence.

"Gross," Kaminari stuck out his tongue. "Guess she is literally trash."

"Kaminari!" Kirishima smacked the boy in the chest.

"What the hell!?" Kaminari retalitates, only to nearly bust his hand on Kirishima's rock hard chest.

"You find her to be pretty, go ask her out on a date or two. She could use some friends besides trash and roaches," of course Kirishima was being the manlier dad-mom of the group and suggested the right thing to do. Nobody could disagree.

"Trash or not, don't have to tell me twice!" Kaminari snatched Sero by his collar, then hooked an arm around Kirishima's shoulders. "To the dump! I'm gonna get a smoking hot girlfriend who plays dirty *snicker*"