Untouchable - A 1215 Fanfiction - Bakugo Katsuki X OC

Episode 3

When Aizawa asked me to volunteer to be the 'victim' in one of Class A's training sessions, I hesitated. Ever since the incident, even though good things came out of it like coming up with theories with Midoriya and having memorable small talk with Todoroki when he was around. And even having some of the girls of the class wave at me in the mornings and at night after school... I found there was something wrong with me.

I was scared.

Why did I agree to this?

I kept my mouth shut as Bakugo - the chosen villain, of course - tied me up.

"That's tight-"
"Shut up already, nerd."

I pursed my lips, turning back to the floor, what kind of insult is 'nerd' anymore, you fucking jerk.

I kind of felt bad for the guy sometimes, he always seemed to be placed as the villain in their group training exercises, and I wondered if he was secretly upset by it and that's why he was being so nitpicky and mean to everyone. Maybe, despite what seemed to be confidence, Bakugo was just as insecure as me and probably as many others in his class and the rest of the whole school. We are just teenagers, after all.

"Ow." I grumbled, "Seriously, you don't actually have to go all out."

"Jeez, are you really that weak?" He hissed in reply, "Just suck it up! I can't have you running away."

I scoffed, it was unfortunate because even if he was insecure and upset about being labelled as villainous, he acted villainous anyways.

"It's fine." I whispered, "I'm used to this kind of thing anyway."

The reason my parents hated heroes so much... was because they weren't there to save me before I was kidnapped the first time.

When the 'heroes' finally arrived, things had gotten substantially worse. I knew Bakugo was smart, but he was also reckless, willing to give up anything and everything for the sake of the mission. And if he was the villain, then of course he would use me as a threat, I was the victim after all. Of course he would threaten to throw me off the edge of the building after tying me up.

My heart rate escalated more than I thought it would. I dared to look behind me at the distance between where we were and the ground - and that just made it worse.

And here I am, wondering how much I'd have to harden my shield quirk to be able to save myself from a fall at this distance if one of the others might not be there to save me.

"Well? What are you gonna do? HUH?!" Bakugo taunted.

I chocked on my words, my legs began to shake, and I barley managed to whisper his name.

In a second, someone had taken Bakugo out from behind and I was pulled back onto safe ground.

I took a deep breath, leaning against Todoroki's chest as he untied the binds, "That bastard, they're tight." He whispered as he did so, and when I was finally loose and had my hands back at the front of my body, he asked me once again if I was okay.

"I think so." I nodded.

He eyed me as I eyed him, and Aizawa came in to re-analyze what had happened, scolding Bakugo for being a bit to harsh with a volunteer. I rubbed my wrists, controlled my breathing and got it back to normal, and then finally stood up to follow the others out.

-

After my first kidnaping, my mother put me through this program that taught me how to control my breathing, and how to remain calm in harsh interrogation circumstances, which is what I went through. I also began extra lessons in quirk and self defense training after school with a few other students two times a week, so that in case I was attacked again I might be able to get away without having to rely on the help of a pro hero or police.

I've noticed that sometimes I'm followed, but another kidnapping attempt hasn't occurred so far. My first one was just a few days after I started classes at UA - almost a month ago now.

I frowned as I looked up from my feet, the usual angry blonde was silent as he walked about twenty feet in front of me in the same directions I seemed to be headed, and I was dreading every second of it. The last thing I needed right now was the realization that Bakugo and I lived in the same damn neighbourhood.

He turned the corner to my street and I stopped just to throw my head back and hold my breath to refrain from letting out the groan I'd been holding in. After a few seconds, I continued on my walk and turned the same corner, only to jump and freeze at the sight of him standing there waiting for me.

"Are you following me, nerd?" He growled, glaring harshly at me.

"N-no! I live on this street too! And stop calling me a nerd, nerd!"

"I am not a nerd!" He yelled.

"Yeah right you're not! You're one of the best in your class, doesn't that make you a nerd?"

"LIKE HELL IT DOES!"

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and deciding to drop it. I didn't want to have a screaming fest with the screaming king any time soon. Looking to the empty street beside me, I waited for him to turn around and keep walking, but he didn't seem to be letting me off easy.

"Can I help you?" I asked, starting to get annoyed.

I just wanted to go home and eat that bag of cookies that I can hear calling my name, because eating away my stress is the best way to deal with it, especially when you are lucky enough to have a fast metabolism.

"Earlier today. You said you 'were used to dealing with things like this' referring to me tying you up. What that hell does that mean?"

My eyes widened - even though I did say that outloud I didn't think he was actually able to hear me, nor did I think he cared enough to even listen to anything I had to say that wasn't loud enough for him to be forced to listen to.

"I...I just um..." I scratched the back of my head, unsure of what to say.

It's not like I wasn't allowed to tell anyone, but the last thing I wanted was for people to start looking at me as a real victim, spreading around pity and spilling out apologies and telling me 'it'll get better' or 'the heroes will take care of this, don't worry' or, worst of all, 'damn that sucks' - because what the hell was I to say to that?

And Bakugo? He would probably tell me I should man up and start training harder, which I guess was an ideal response at this rate.

"Well? Spit it out already."

"Mitsuha! There you are!"

I stiffened as my mothers voice yelled out for me, and I cursed under my breath.

"What did I tell you?! You come home right after school, no dilly dallying!"

"I was right out front mom, I was fine!" I replied, stepping away from the blonde infront of me to meet my mother half way.

"Who is that boy?" She asked eyeing him suspiciously, "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

I quickly shook my head, turning to glance at him as he frowned and walked away, "He's from the hero course at UA. He lives on this street I guess, if anything, he would have been helping me."