Emerald Among Rocks (Midoriya X Reader)

Quality Time

(Y/N) made it to psychology class with seconds to spare. She didn't expect to have to catapult herself across campus on the first day, but worse things have happened to her in weirder ways. She plopped into the first empty seat she could find, pulling her notebook and pens out of her backpack and onto her desk. The teacher waltzed in shortly after, closing the door behind her as she introduced herself. 

"Okay, class, since schedules are still being taken care of, we're going to have a laid back day," she announced as she passed out papers. "I want you to get to know at least one person in this class, so partner up with the person beside you and fill out this personality sheet. You should exchange numbers too, in case you miss a day and need the notes from the lecture." (Y/N) looked beside her, locking eyes with none other than the spiky blond-haired kid that was grimacing at her earlier.

This was going to be the longest class of the day.

(Y/N) turned her desk to face her partner, as the others were doing; but the other made no effort to move. She picked a random colored pen and put everything else away, expecting the blond to introduce himself at the very least. Nothing happened.

"Uh, hey, I'm-"

"(Y/N). Couldn't fucking miss it," the sound of his gritting teeth was almost lost among the other voices chattering around them.

"O...kay? So what's your name?" (Y/N) inquired, reading off the sheet to see what other things she'd have to ask.

"It's Bakugou Katsuki, and you best fucking remember it because I'm going to be the next number-one hero after I beat all of you sorry asses," Katsuki warned, speaking through his clenched jaw.

"Oh! You're Midoriya's friend, aren't you? I-" (Y/N) stopped dead in her tracks; Katsuki was enraged. He was red-hot and whistling like a pressure cooker ready to burst.

"Who the fuck said that?!" He snapped his pen in his hand as he scowled. It bled down his arm, dripping onto his desk. "Tell me, and I'll fucking kill 'em!" He growled.

"Okay, okay! You're not friends with him! I got the message," (Y/N) lifted her hands in mock surrender, not wanting to draw attention to herself any more than she already had. "How old are you?"

"Doesn't fucking matter," Katsuki barked.

"It's literally on the sheet."

"Does it look like I care about this dumbass sheet?" He seethed, practically daring (Y/N) to say another word. 

"Don't think you'll stay in the hero course much longer with that attitude. You need a GPA of at least-"

"Listen here, shit for brains," he cursed, "I'm going to beat the fuck out of everyone in class 1-A and be the fucking best pro-hero the world has ever seen, and neither you or this stupid piece of shit paper are gonna stop me."

"Talk about anger management issues," (Y/N) muttered, setting her pen down.

"What the fuck did you just say?!" He ground his teeth, lifting his fist threateningly and clenching it at his side. Just like that, upon seeing his stance, a switch flipped on inside of (Y/N). 

"You got a problem, Goldilocks?" (Y/N) devilishly snared, balling up her fists to match Katsuki's. 

"Do you wanna go, Shit-face?" He challenged.

"I can end you in a quick game of bloody knuckles," she taunted as razor-sharp claws of bone rose out of her hand, taking the place of the knuckles that were once there. 

"As if you could lay a fucking finger on me," he scoffed with a Cheshire grin. 

"Don't think for a second that you scare me," she smirked, leaning forward, no longer playing coy by remaining on the defensive. "I could whoop your ass faster than you can lose your temper," she gibed, glancing over at the teacher whose expression grew more concerned by the second. "So I'll ask you again. How. Old. Are. You?" She picked up her pen.