Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 19

Bakugo's POV

As I approached the classroom, I could hear my classmates voices drifting down the hall. Why did they all have to be so damn loud and annoying? I really wasn't in the mood to deal with them this morning, so I kept my earbuds in when I walked into the classroom. I saw shitty hair get a stupid grin on his face and wave at me. I gave him the satisfaction of a brief nod before I headed towards my desk.

When I sat down and started unpacking my bag I realized that the desk in front of me was empty. Where's emo chick? I thought and immediately reprimanded myself. What the hell? Why does it even matter? That girl is ridiculous. I don't know why I decided to help her. The only reason I agreed was that it will give me a chance to work on becoming better myself. But I could give a damn about that stupid girl.

Since class was about to start, I pulled out one of my earbuds and as I did overheard Deku saying, "Maybe she's sick?"

"No," The monotone voice that responded was that bastard Icy Hot.

"What? You know why she's absent?" Hearing Deku's voice made me want to punch a wall. It was so high pitched, I felt like it pierced my earbuds. I was tempted to scream at him to shut the fuck up but for whatever reason I wanted to know the answer to his question.

"She's probably at the hospital," Icy Hot said.

Something inside of me reacted to that. The briefest moment of...some kind of emotion. That damn girl, with her stupid quirk making me think about feelings of all things? I wanted to gag at my sudden internal reaction. Pushing this aside, I continued to focus on eavesdropping.

"The hospital?" Deku squeeked.

"Yeah, her father was injured last night by Stain. He works with my father, who came home late and I overheard him talking about it."

His voice pissed me off too. So damn monotone. Fucking Icy Hot. So their pops work together, huh? Does that mean they're friends? Why would anyone want to be friends with that shitty half and half bastard?

Deku's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Wait...are you talking about the pro hero Power House?"

Power House? That name sounded somewhat familiar. I was attempting to sift through my knowledge of pro heros when our teacher walked through the door and in his usual unenthusiastic fashion began class. I tried to focus but my mind kept drifting back to that damn emo chick. She annoyed the hell out of me and yet I thought of our match during the sports festival and how hard she fought. I would never admit it but I respected her for that. It was apparent that she had worked hard to become as strong as she was. Despite having a stupid quirk she still chose to strengthen her body and have the sense to work on her combat skills. He had watched her closely during her match with shitty hair and she must have broken multiple bones hitting that red haired buffoon as hard as she did. He had been impressed if he was being honest with himself. She could have given up after she shattered her hand punching him in the face but she kept going.

During my match with her I had gone through an array of emotions which achieved nothing except pissing me off even more. The words she spoke yesterday played through my mind. 'I think that you hate my quirk because when I use it you have no control and deep down that scares you.' I scoffed thinking about it. Fucking emo chick. She doesn't know me at all. I hate her quirk because it's fucking stupid. End of story.

The more that I thought about it, the more irritated I felt. I didn't care that she hadn't shown up, but we had planned to train together after class and I wanted to yell at her for standing me up. I didn't give a shit that her old man was in the hospital.

Since we couldn't use our phones until lunch time, I had to wait to do some research. When we were finally released, I retrieved my phone from my cubby. I considered waiting until I was in the cafeteria, but then I thought of that knock off Pikachu getting too close and asking stupid questions about what I was doing on my phone. I quickly google searched 'Power House.' Before I had even typed his entire name, there were suggestions that were auto-filling: 'Power House and Stain,' 'Power House Pro Hero,' 'Power House Death.' That last one made me pause. I pictured the emo chick, body heaving with sobs and the feeling of grief heavy in the air about her. Just the thought of it made me uncomfortable. I didn't want to deal with that shit.

I almost just threw my phone back in the cubby but my thumb was moving before my brain could catch up with my actions. I clicked on the first suggestion, 'Power House and Stain.' Several news articles popped up and I began reading the first one on the feed. My eyes scanned the article quickly and I learned that Power House was not dead, but he had gotten a heavy ass beating by Stain. The article said that he had undergone surgery and was currently stabilized at St. Luke's Hospital.

It would be easy enough to get to the hospital by train. What the fuck are you thinking? The thought, flashing and angry, shot through my mind. You don't even know if she's at the hospital! You're going to look fucking crazy if you show up, or even worse, like a creep!

An internal battle waged war for a few moments before I shrugged it off. I had set aside time after class to train with that damn emo chick, so it's not like I had anything better to do. My mind was made up that after school I would head to the hospital. If she wasn't there, I told myself it wasn't a big deal because I could just go to a nearby coffee shop to study. But if she was there, I'd chew her out for wasting my time. I focused on my classes for the rest of the afternoon and when we were released at the end of the day began my journey to St. Luke's Hospital. 

Note from author: I wanted to play around with this and try writing from Bakugo's point of view to help provide some depth to the characters and their relationship. I might go back and forth a bit between their points of view - thoughts? I'd love to get feedback if you've been following the story!