Untouchable - A 1215 Fanfiction - Bakugo Katsuki X OC

Episode 5

After a long conversation with my mother and father, which was mostly them just talking or cutting me off, I was led to the position I am in now.

"But you were looking forward to it, Mitsuha-san." Iwazumi sensei frowned as she held the note in her hand, one my mother had written long before last night when she gave it to me, "You said you were confident..."

"I know." I replied, trying not to show too much how upset I was by this. I didn't want her to call my parents, and cause more issues, "But I thought it over a lot. Talked to my parents. It's just best if I don't participate. Maybe next year, when I'm stronger."

Iwazumi sensei looked like she wanted to say something else, but decided against it and nodded silently, setting the note down on her desk which she would probably shred later.
"Alright then. You'll still watch though won't you?"

I nodded, smiling, "Of course. I wouldn't miss it - I have a bet with some of the class 1-A students on who will win."

"Oh?" She mused, standing with a smirk, "And who's going to win?"

"Bakugo Katsuki, no ifs, ands, or buts about it."

She grinned, and I knew that she would be on the edge of her seat like me to see if my prediction would come true, "We shall see then."

-

The festival started out with Midnight introducing the first year representative, Bakugo Katsuki himself, who simply stated that he was going to win and intern made every single person in the stands and watching from their home TV's automatically hate the guy.

When the obstacle course race began, I watched as Todoroki made it quick to get ahead of everyone else, leaving them slipping behind on the floor of ice he had left for them.

Just yesterday, I had come up to him during lunch and started talking to him about his suit changes that I was thinking about which intern brought up the subject of his second quirk, flames.

I thought Todoroki and I were friends, and so I thought it was okay to ask why he refrained from using it, but when he replied with a blunt "It's none of your business. Leave me alone." and picked up his tray, leaving me behind alone again, I realized I had been wrong all this time.

He never wanted me to be his friend. I thought, watching Midoriya fly over him and Bakugo who were neck and neck at the last stage of the course. He must have gotten annoyed when I tried to get close.

Midoriya came in a surprising first place, but that ended up being his downfall in the next activity. Calvary battles, which at this point I was kind of glad I didn't have to participate in. Having to hold someone up or having to sit on someone else didn't look appealing - nor did group work - the one thing I was utterly hopeless at. I was never one to have many friends, and after coming to UA where none of my middle school friends were even considering to go to, I was left with no friends at all.

My passion for quirk studies was enough for a while, but once class 1-A took an interest in me, once I thought Todoroki was my friend, it wasn't enough anymore. I wanted friends, but after Todoroki, I was afraid that Uraraka, Midoriya and all the others didn't give a shit about being real friends with me either.

There was a break after the Calvary battles before the one on one began, and so I left my seat to go to the washroom and get myself a snack and drink. I also wanted to write some notes, but I put the show on record on the TV at home so I could study it later anyways.

As I turned the corner to get to the vending machine, someone else was already there and I stumbled back from the large male.

I swallowed as I looked up, the person who towered over my suddenly small and weak figure was Endeavor himself, the number two hero in Japan. He glared down at me, and I wanted to run but my feet seemed to be glued to the floor.

"I've seen you before." He grumbled out, "Shoto told me about you as well. You're the quirk studies girl studying his class? Daughter of Ryu Iume?"

"O-oh, yes, that's me."

Todoroki talked about me?

He scoffed, and his glare seemed to get worse. The man looked down at me like he was looking down at a bug who had somehow gotten in his perfectly paved and carpeted way, like he was a king and I was a slave worth nothing.

"You should remember your place, and stay away from my son. He has no time to be dwelling around useless little girls like you."

My mouth fell open, and the word "what?" was lost in my throat as he walked past me, his arm slightly shoving my shoulder to the side, and I took a step to the side to regain my footing.

My eyes never left the spot he once stood, and I remained there for a while as his words repeated in my mind and I came to the horrid conclusion that if Todoroki talked about me, it wasn't good things in the slightest.

-

Bakugo won first place. Even though he didn't want the win because Todoroki practically gave up in the last minute, he still won the Sports Festival and I still won the bet.

But Iida didn't come to congratulate me on my little win, nor did Uraraka comment that I was right, nor did anyone really give me a second glance when I came into the cafeteria and walked to find a stranded table.

Luckily, there was one a ways away from where the class 1-A students sat, and I set my bento down and opened up my notebook, turning to a new page to write about Shinso Hitoshi who I was now rooting for to get into the hero course.

He had some pretty incredible skill, and passion for that matter, and I was interested in him and his quirk. If he didn't get into the hero course, I would never be able to study him.

Asking him head on about it was just a horrible idea that I considered and then threw out immediately, because if I learned anything in the past couple days, it was that I wasn't friendly, likeable material.

I paused, my chest hurt, That was a rude thing to say about myself.

I pulled out my phone and plugged in my head phones, putting on a song and turning up the volume to block out the chatter of the large room before opening my lunch.

I ate alone once again, my lunch didn't end up forgotten because Uraraka came to sit beside me and talk. The class didn't crowd my table and ask me about my studies, so that I could pretend to be over whelmed and a bit uncomfortable when I was actually really happy.

It's not like eating by myself was unusual for me, I even did it sometimes in middle school, and I actually liked the peace and quiet and extra space of the empty table so I could go over my notes.

But now, now it was too empty.
Now, sitting alone made the sky oddly gloomy.