Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Katsuki Bakugou

The boy propelled himself towards you with an explosive temperament and a huge axe to grind. That move was his infamous Blast Rush Turbo, which you had seen in action so many times before. This time, though, it seemed as if he was showing off slightly (that thought made you grin). However, you had never managed to go one-on-one with him; he always appeared to cling - rather aggressively, might I add - to Kirishima. So, when he uprooted you from your comfortable position on the dorm couch, you had briefly pondered over your last words. You acknowledged your ability to beat him in a fight, of course, but Boom Boom Man could be rather unpredictable at times. Once you snapped back into reality (not quite like the Avengers), you deflected and dodged his attacks with ease. In fact, you ended up pretty bored, yawning throughout the entire confrontation. Apparently, this angered the blonde, as you heard a distinct animalistic growl, before swiftly having to run for cover. He had a habit of shouting out the names of his moves, like so many other heroes (not very clever), so you soon understood this particular attack as his AP Shot: Auto-Cannon. It sent off rapid-fire explosions, which threw you off for no more than a moment.

"Come on, Ground Zero." You yelled in mock-encouragement. "Watching paint dry is more interesting than seeing you try to fight. I can't look after you all evening, you know - I have errands of my own to run."

The response you received was less than amicable. "Fuck you! You're not my fucking carer!"

You sighed. "I really wish that was true."

The impact hit you all at once, completely knocking you off your feet and shaking the very foundations under them. A slew of profanities abandoned his lips, as he readied one of his most dangerous attacks: Howitzer Impact. Your (h/c) locks whipped past your face as the wind appeared to be kicked up, sending everything from tree branches to stray litter flying at you. The curtain closed on his assault, and although he remained mobile, you could see the weariness tugging at his features. He would die before he gave up, though - that was just the sort of person he was; far too prideful to ever surrender. You darted forwards, aiming for his weak points. Your quirk, Self-Detonation, was similar to his, yet it was your whole body that could explode. You had good technique, however, which allowed you to win almost every battle. Just as you were about to trigger your quirk, you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around your waist. You struggled, torn between winning and not exactly wanting to hurt the boy too much. After all, you had developed quite the infatuation with him over the months, despite his foul mouth, arrogance and mistreatment of a certain shared classmate.

As he lifted you up, you took a minute to admire his muscles. You felt like Gou from Free! He walked a couple of paces, and then deposited you (with the utmost fury) back on to the ground, apparently attempting to break your back.

Frowning, you muttered, "I was dumped."

Before he had the opportunity to move even a metre away, you grabbed his ankle tightly. He didn't have time to realise his mistake, because you activated your quirk, almost charring his leg. You winced a bit, but dragged him down with you nonetheless. Once he was momentarily overwhelmed, you flipped him over, so that he was practically kissing the ground. You did this harshly, smashing his face into the concrete. You twisted his arms behind his back, one knee perched on his spine. This made him very angry indeed, and he wriggled with all his might, endeavouring to release himself. He had no qualms with hurting you, obviously, but one false move and he would be toast. Quite literally.

"Are you going to apologise?" You asked, lips now incredibly, and uncomfortably, close to his ear.

"Fuck no." He breathed, still incredibly irritated. "Why the hell should I?!"

Grabbing a fistful of his spiky blonde hair, you yanked him backwards (ouch), subsequently proceeding to smash his face back into the concrete. You did this a few more times, and you were willing to do it until he got the message - he was an asshole, and needed a lesson in how to behave. Glancing down at him with mischievous (e/c) eyes, you contemplated smacking his behind, just for a laugh. Although, he would definitely kill you when he had the chance. You tried weighing up the options, all while Bakugou was straining against you and grinding his teeth. You didn't get too far in your musings, however, because a few minutes later, you heard the call of one of your classmates. The two of you must have been out for far longer than you had expected, if someone was so concerned they went looking. It turned out to be Kaminari, 1-A's Pikachu and human charger. As he broke into the clearing, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Uh...what are you guys doing?" He quizzed, his expression one of confusion and amusement.

Smiling at him, you simply replied with, "Welcome to anger management. Are you here for a class?"

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