Untouchable - A 1215 Fanfiction - Bakugo Katsuki X OC

Episode 6

I sniffled, stepping back from the punching bag as my trainer called my name. Turning to look at her, I blinked in confusion as she frowned at me. There was a clip board in her hand that held mine and all her other students progress reports, and it seemed something was wrong with mine.

"Hey, Mitsuha. How are you doing?" She started with a smile, which wasn't reassuring at all.

"I'm good. I think I'm getting a bit of a cold though."

She nodded, "I see. I'll excuse you for that, you haven't been doing as well as usual."

My shoulders slumped, "I haven't?"

I mean sure, some days weren't as good as others. I liked doing things like boxing exercises and self defense practice and even training my quirk to last longer, it kept me fit and got me distracted from how lonely my life could get sometimes.

The last few weeks I haven't been feeling well mentally or physically, so that could be part of why I'm moving a little slower - but it shouldn't be so bad that she has to talk to me.

"If you don't make enough progress in time for the report, you won't be able to learn new tactics and join different classes. Also, you're parents would be upset."

Oh, I see, this is about my parents.

"You just need to put more effort into this Mitsuha, or you could get hurt again. You can't always rely on others to save you - remember that."

"Yeah I know."

I've never forgotten, not since my mother told me the first day I joined here.

I sniffled again as she walked away, looking proud of herself for having a good talk with me, or whatever that just was. Maybe my mom said something to her? I know I haven't fallen that far behind, and so the only conclusion to her 'worry' would be the stress my mother would put on her for not teaching me well enough and keeping me on track.

Honestly, why do my parents have to make everything so complicated?

-

I coughed as I laid in bed, having woken up about two minutes ago and only one minute remained until my alarm went off. I didn't want to fall back asleep because I wasn't in the mood to be scared awake by the blaring radio, and so I decided to watch the numbers change.
My body felt heavy, my skin felt cold, my eyes felt swollen and my nose was stuffed.

I hated the feeling, and scolded myself for taking breathing through my nose for granted as I turned off my alarm before it could go off and forced myself out of bed.

I could probably call Iwazumi and skip, but if my father found out he would be disappointed in me. He was the no pain no gain type of guy, never skipping one day of work even if he wasn't feeling well, because of the money and the 'people in need'. I guess the same would be for a hero, so I continued on my way to wash my face and get dressed.

Today was my birthday, and I glanced to my phone as it lit up while I ate my egg and saw my mothers 'happy birthday from me and dad' text.

Lovely, same as last year.

I picked up my phone to reply with 'thanks!!' before throwing it off to the side to finish my breakfast.

-

At school, I sat in my seat by the wall in the middle row, and in the desk right by the door sat another birthday girl. Except she had a birthday hat on and a gift on her desk and two other students singing for her - she begged them to stop, and I judged her for being so spoiled.

It's not like my parents didn't care about my birthday, it's just that their work was so demanding. My father would still come home with a big cake and candles and my mom would run into my room with a grin and start singing too, and they would get me some expensive gift and then give me hugs.

But the one thing I always wished I had was this - was what that girl had - friends and congratulations when you went to school. A decorated desk and birthday hats forced on my head, surprise birthday parties and special little gifts from the people who know me best.

I wanted that more then I wanted the cake my father would bring home later.

But all I got was another happy birthday from Iwazumi-san and a pat on the head before she told me to have a safe walk home.

And of course, I was forced to walk home behind Bakugo again, wondering if even the sound of my footsteps scuffing against the pavement was annoying to him, so I would focus on walking as quietly as possible and maybe convince him I wasn't even there - a hobby I picked up on these days since it sort of made the walk go by faster - except today I couldn't stop coughing.

"Hey!" He suddenly barked, making me jump and freeze in place as he whipped his head around to face me, "Could you stop fucking coughing already?!"

"How am I supposed to do that?" I frowned, "I'm sick."

He growled like a literal dog and I wondered if he was going to start screaming or something, which wouldn't be ideal in any way because then I would have to go home with a pounding headache. Too bad my shield didn't block out noise.

"Make yourself some damn tea then! Jeez, you're so stupid! You better stop fucking coughing soon because it's annoying as hell!"

Is he... telling me to get better soon? Huh,
looks like I'm getting used to his vocabulary, which I failed to determine if that would be a good thing or not.

I sniffled slightly as he started to turn back around, and cried out as a pack of kleenexes was thrown in my face, "AND BLOW YOUR GOD DAMN NOSE YOU STUPID GIRL!"

I sighed heavily, bending down to pick up the small packet that fell from my face, "Thanks..."