Untouchable - A 1215 Fanfiction - Bakugo Katsuki X OC

Episode 4

The dinner table was quiet, as it usually was. My father had only gotten home from work moments ago, and he sat down in his usual seat where his dinner and family were waiting for him, and after he made the call we all dug into the long awaited meal. No words were spoken yet, usually that was reserved for when we were almost done eating and my mother decided to break the silence with a calming smile, as if she was the purest most innocent being.

Of course, my parents were innocent of course. They'd probably never done a wrong thing in their life. My mother and father were the type to stand up for what they believed in, they had opinions they felt should be heard and took debate very seriously, though they were also sore-losers.

Business people, I guess. My mother was a lawyer who helped victims of villains and my father was a doctor, specializing in quirks and their development in children. He was always out late, and so was my mother - but not as often as him.

I usually always ate dinner with them unless they were away with a case that was more important, where I would then use the hundred dollars they left me to eat things they would frown at me for, like pizza and garlic bread and a whole bucket of KFC chicken.

I'd eat on the couch too.

"So, that boy earlier..." My mother began, quickly catching my fathers attention.

I frowned as he turned to me, "What boy? Mitsuha, we talked about this."

"I know, dad." I sighed, "I told you mom, he lives in the same neighbourhood and I got held back in the classroom to go over an upcoming assignment with Iwazumi sensei. I ended up walking a few feet behind him, and since we've met because I did a project on his classes quirks, he was just... saying hello."

I wasn't particularly lying, I tried to tell myself, his whole "ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!" Could totally be seen as an extremely angry and aggressive way of saying "Hey what's up, do you live here too or something?".

"I see." My father hummed, "How have your assignments been going? Are you liking your classes?"

"All's going good." I nodded, "I've been doing a lot of assignments on the hero class, which is where that boy is from. It's really interesting to see their training."

My mother cleared her throat and I hesitantly looked over to her, "Just be careful of those hero kids, Mitsuha. We talked about them too."

I refrained from rolling my eyes, recalling the three hour lecture I got the night before I started classes at UA, which I also only vaguely remembered. One of the main things I do remember though, was my mother telling me it's best to just stay away all together because if I tried to make friends with them, I could either be put in more danger, lose them to death and be heart broken, or rely on them too much and thus be put in even more danger because hero's aren't as great as the media makes them out to be now-a-days.

But the truth is, is that the hero's aren't at fault for my kidnappings. I thought about it for days, thought through every fault and question and if you look straight into the core of the 'why' I'm being targeted, it's because of who my parents are.

Because my parents are frequently in the media, word of my enrolment into UA for quirk studies must have spread far enough for some low class villain to see, and information on quirks is a lot more valuable to certain types of villains than money or attention. Villains are just like heroes, they have just as much of a dream and a vision and a flowing passion through their veins.

Some people, like my parents, would even argue that some Villain's causes are more just than Heroes.

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I was peacefully eating my lunch alone until Uraraka plopped down beside me and Iida and Midoriya followed in the chairs opposite of us. I blinked, and somehow we were all in a heated debate about who in their class would have the best chance of winning the inevitable one on one battles in the upcoming Sports Festival.

"What do you think, Mitsuha?!" Uraraka yelled, shocking me gravely.

I fidgeted in my seat and leaned slightly away from the overly passionate girl, "I actually think Bakugo has the best chance. He'd no doubt win."

"WHAT?!" They all cried, "No way!" Iida quickly retorted, "I think Todoroki will be the winner! He has had the longest training time because of his father - he did get in on recommendations after all, and him having two quirks makes him the strongest as of right now!"

"Even Midoriya has a good chance at beating Bakugo!" Uraraka insisted.

"Yeah, a good chance, but not good enough." I disagreed, crossing my arms as my lunch remained forgotten once again, "We can go into detail if you want, but my answer is absolute! Bakugo Katsuki will win the sports festivals one on one battles against the rest of the first years!"

"What about Tokoyami?! His quirk is so unpredictable, and he's got this daring look to him, who knows what kind of smarts he's hiding?!" Uraraka beamed - in an impressively aggressive manner.

I leaned farther away from her, "Yeah, sure, he has a good chance of getting up the ranks as well. But he has no chance of beating Bakugo. You also have to take into account that Bakugo will only fight one of the two in the final three."

"So you're already saying he's going to be in the final three?!"

"He's gonna win! It's Bakugo were talking about! He's more advanced than all of you - even Todoroki doesn't have his head on straight enough to beat that guy!" I shot my worst glare at Iida, who sat with wide eyes, "Bakugo Katsuki is gonna win the Sports Festival, no ifs, ands, or buts about it!"

There it was again, the dreadful silence, except this time there was nothing to erupt in laughter about, or in anything at all really. For I, the idiot, had just yelled so loud that even Bakugo was looking at me now.

"Man, you're super passionate Mitsuha!" Uraraka cheered.

I just embarrassed myself...

-

On my way home, I glared at Bakugo's back side and wondered how the hell I ended up walking at the same time as him again. Did he take a different way home the first few weeks of school? Maybe I'm the one off regular schedules?

I sighed, and a scuffing sound behind me had my head turning to see what that could have been. Maybe I was just being paranoid - but when I turned and saw a man walking about ten feet behind me with his eyes glaring holes into my own back, I swallowed and quickly picked up my pace.

Looking back again, he seemed closer some how. He wore a surgical mask and had on all black clothes, but he was still glaring at me and it made me incredibly uneasy. It was still a bit away from where I lived, and there were only a few back alleys that I'd have to cross, but it was too big a risk to take. I decided to call on drastic measures, and picked up a jog to catch up to Bakugo.

I stopped just a few feet behind him, looking back again-
"Oof!"

"Why the hell are you walking so close to me, you creep?"

I jumped back, covering my nose with my hand as I looked up into his harsh gaze, "Wh-why did you stop like that?"

"HEY! I asked you first!" He countered.

I frowned heavily, drastic measure number two came into play, "I-I think some ones following me okay? So can I just walk with you for today?"

He tensed, looking up and behind me, before sighing heavily and turning to continue on his way, "Whatever." He grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Just don't try and make stupid small talk."