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🌻☁️You're Such A Nerd☁️🌻

Y.n is a dork. Bakugou is the way he is, but takes interest in y.n

Ps my thingy wanna be trash, so sorry in advance. It keeps saying a bloody error has occurred. I'm scared it's gonna deleted my shit right in the middle of me typing. I swear to god.

I pushed my f.c glasses up and stared at the chalk board, immediately taking notes. Scribbling down bits and pices in my neat handwriting. My (skin colour) hand cramping from my speed writing. My quirk is kind of nerdy, or what the kids tell me. I can make words into weapons. I can write something down, and it can come to life, as words of course. Like the show word world! I remember watching it on pbs as a kid!

(Idk if they have pbs kids in Japan)

Maybe watching that show so much helped my quirk manifest. I don't really know how it works. I felt something hit my head and bounce off, stopping my from writing. I sighed and picked up the item, a paper ball. Classic.

I opened it and saw the words scribbled in red marker with really bad handwriting.

FUCKING NERDY WHORE!

I spun around to see none other than the Katsuki Bakugou smirking at me, twirling a red marker between his fingers. I whispered to him, "your h-handwriting is ghastly. Absolutely horrid."

"I'm sorry I don't speak nerd."

"Just goes to show that y-your pea sized brain can't even c-comprehend some of the most basic words." I said mustering up all the courage in me.

"Listen here little bitch, not all of us are geek losers like you." He said leaning closer to me with a deathly glare.

"Y-You don't have to be a 'g-geek' just be smart."

"You. Me. After school. Field."

"Your empty t-threats don't scare me." 

I lied. They terrified me. I was scared shitless. Bakugou was going to kick my ass, beat the crap out of me, fuck me up.

Oh god. I should've bit my tongue. Stay in your fucking place Y.n simple as that! Stay! In! Your! Place!

"Watch it freak!" Someone shouted, pushed me harshly into my locker.

"Wait No!"

They shut the door and locked it. Fuck! This ain't some cheesy teen dram, who seriously puts people in lockers?! I mean, I'm surprised I could fit. But it was extremely uncomfortable, my shoulders having no room, squeezing my arms into my sides. My hips ached from the pressure of the thin locker.

I feebly checked my watch 2:45 fuck! I was supposed to be in the field five minutes ago. (Just pretend, I seriously have no idea what goes on in bnha, haven't been able to watch)

Fuck, if he wasn't going to kill me already, he sure will now! I'm late, I'm fucking late. I couldn't reach any paper or pens because of how tight the locker was, meaning I couldn't get anything to get me out of here.

Fuck.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" I screamed kicked the locker

I checked my watch again 3:27. I was supposed to be outside ages ago! And no one is going to come save me. I could be here all night before anyone notices im gone. Hell, no one would notice I'm gone, people barely know I'm alive. Unless they want to pick on me. It's not fair, if people really put in the time to try and get to know me, they would fine I'm actually quite nice.

"Where the fuck is this shitty girl?!"

"B-bakugou! In here!"

"What the fuck?"

"I'm in the locker, p-please let me out!"

"How did you get in there?"

"Oh, I just w-walked in and decided to chill. I also l-locked myself in. No dumbass! Someone p-pushed me."

"What's the combination?"

"08-25-05"

The door swung open and I could feel the cool air hit my sweaty face. "I-I'm s-stuck." I said quietly

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand trying to yank me out, "ow!" "Suck it up you big baby." He grumbled pulling on my arm. He was going to pull it out of its socket. After a few minutes of struggling, he pulled me out of the locker.

I let out a sigh of relief and rubbed my aching shoulders.

"If you weren't such a nerd, people wouldn't pick on you."

"Oh yea, and what do you want me to do? Huh, maybe not wear glasses, which I need. Maybe I should dumb myself down to fit in with the cool kids. Maybe I should show off my ass and be a bitch. Because that's what everyone else is like. They hate you if you're different."

"That's so wrong."

"Oh really? You never seem to pick on (random girls name) and she's exactly what I just described."

"That's different,"

"H-how? How is t-that any different?"

"It just is! Don't question me you fucking nerd."

"F-fuck you! Thanks for g-getting me out or whatever, but I should b-be heading home"

"Wait."

"If you're not here to b-beat me up, b-better get going. D-Don't want to associate with 'n-nerds' do you?"

I wear fucking glasses so what. I like to study, so what. I dress differently. So, fucking, what! Just because I'm not as fucking confident as others, so what!

They cant just fucking label me.

"You're such a nerd."

Yea well fuck you!

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