A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

[THIRTEEN]

I break out in a cold sweat, and my jaw drops, as I fix the match up board with a horrified stare.

Oh my God.

Save me. Save. Me.

A couple of others from my class are up there, but my opponent, which happens to be the first fight mind you, is none other than my well known blond friend.

"And the first fight will be Kaminari dunce face versus (Y/N) (L/N)! This is going to be an electrifying match!" Present Mic kindly announces my fight to the arena.

Oh help. Help.

My eyes turn towards Denki, who's looking just as mortified. We fix each other with a stare that says "I'm so sorry".

"Ha!" Kirishima laughs, as he look at us both, "Well, good luck to you guys! I'm up against Hagakure. See ya!" with that, the boy who I call my best friend turns and walks away.

Katsuki also makes his way to the stand, but not before he pauses and turns to me.

"Kill him," is all he says, before swaggering out of sight.

Aight then.

Denki and I exchange another helpless glance, before he eventually says weakly, "No hard feelings?"

"None at all," I reply, and then we both glare at each other, our heads back in the game.

"No offence Denki, but I'm going to beat your electric ass into the dirt," I state darkly.

He snorts, a smirk on his face, "I'd like to see you try, with your immense lack of sleep."

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I'm screaming inside.

Although Denki fries his brain like streaky bacon, he's a powerful guy. How is my time slow supposed to compete with that jackshit???

Ding!

Lightbulb.

A smile spreads across my face, as a plan formulates itself in my mind.

You're going down Discount Pikachu.

I walk out of the room when an alarm tells me it's time to get out there, and steadily make my way outside, where the daylight blinds me for a second.

"AND THIS IS ROUND ONE, FOLKS! KAMINARI DENKI VERSUS (Y/N) (L/N)!" the crowd goes wild at Present Mic's introduction.

"Sorry Kaminari, but (Y/N)'s totally gonna kill you!" Kirishima calls through the noise, causing my grin to widen.

Not hearing Katsuki's voice encouraging me makes me deflate slightly, but I should be used to him doing that kind of thing. Besides, Kirishima's support is enough.

"Ready!"

I shift my position, and narrow my eyes at Kaminari; he also moves, getting ready to charge forwards.

"Begin!"

Kaminari races forwards, and instantly attempts to shock me. I turn on my time slow, and he gradually stops, until his movements are one centimetre per minute. I avoid the sparks already flying from his fingers, and take ahold of the back of his collar, and pull him. Whilst he's vunerable, I sock him in the jaw, and turn off the time slow.

Kaminari's eyes widen as he goes flying back a lot faster than he anticipated, whilst loosing his Quirk simultaneously; I smirk to myself, and just as he begins to hit the ground, I turn my Quirk on again. Kicking him promptly, I turn off my Quirk, and he flies backwards again.

I don't mean to brag, but I have been practicing how to use my Quirk in combat properly. I used to rely on just pushing them out of my way, but I soon realized that it was a bitch move. I need to fight for real, Katsuki made me come to that conclusion.

Especially in the Sport Festival. In the words of the walking grenade himself, "There aren't any fucking boundaries in real battles".

After hitting Kaminari for the final time, and releasing my time slow, he falls and doesn't get up.

"Kaminari is unable to battle," Snipe declares, "the winner is (L/N)!"

A couple of cheers errupt, most noticably Kirishima's screech of support.

I breath a sigh of relief, and grin up and my friends in the stands.

I'm glad I'm going to get further than I did last year.

But something's bothering me.

I frown to myself as I exit the arena.

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Standing around in the corridor, I stare impassively at my phone, itching for a response.

I have sent one simple text, after about a month, on our family group chat; "Are you guys watching the Sports Festival? I won my first match".

It hasn't even been received yet. I bite my lip, swallowing the lump in my throat.

I don't know why I bothered wasting my social data for this. The last time I had any contact with them was four weeks ago. They'd asked me how much the rent had risen at my house.

Unlike most others, my family prefer to keep me in solitary confinement, so I live in my lonely apartment outside the city. The times when I visit my friend's houses are when they're visiting family. Other than that... I tend to keep to myself.

It's not really a choice, considering my flat's address.

Sighing, I lean against the wall, staring at the pale blue ceiling. I then glance back at my phone.

Still not received. Perhaps they're in a meeting.

Reluctantly, I pocket my phone, before spying a vending machine. Forgetting about my parents for a second, I smile to myself as I approach it.

Maybe they'll reply.

Maybe.

A/n: I'M TRYING

BUT MY GCSE's ARE BEIN A BITCH I'M SO FRIKIN STRESSED

MY BRAIN IS CONSTANTLY IN THE GUTTER

Mk I'm done
Also there's a little backstory for y'all