♡Fuck You, Too♡ || Bakugou x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Ch. 5: [Y/n] Vs. Bakugou

• {Chapter 5} •
_______________

○ [Y/n]  V. s.  B a k u g o u ○

《Your POV》

The next morning, I yawned in my seat waiting for class to start. However, the corner of my lips tugged into a grin as the blond boy walked in straight for his seat.

Noticing he was just about to pass by me, I stuck my foot out. And from the corner of my eye, I suddenly see his figure blur before a thrashing noise hit against his desk.

Thinking I'd let out a grueling laugh, my heart drops instead, and I instantly whip around, unable to fight the sudden guilt. "Ahh! Bakugou! I-I'm so sorry! I actually didn't mean to--"

Immediately, he shoots back up towering over me like a skyscraper. "WHAT THE HELL, ICYYYY?!" He furiously growled.

My lips started twitching before they once again curved into another smirk, and my eyebrows cross cockily. "Ne? What's wrong, Match Stick? Watch where you're going, hm?"

He blinked in bewilderment just before falling back into his heated state. "Listen up you little shit!" He tilted his head.

"Bakugou, watch your language," Sensei's soft voice interrupts once again, "please take a seat."

The blond rolls his eyes before dropping his body to the seat behind me. Pleased with myself, my eyes land on the board as Aizawa began explaining today's lesson.

Surprisingly, he didn't bore us or go too hard on us. He just made us change into our gym clothes to workout on our own at the P.E. training ground.

That Bakugou was working with weights, Shoto doing the same but distancing himself from the blond. Others like Kirishima and Sero practiced sparring each other. The majority such as I took the track.

Because my medication interferes with my hero studies, I need to push myself so I could 'reset' my heart rate, at least that was my theory. After each lap, I stride a little harder.

I mean, I haven't taken my medication yet, but I've been trying not to actually. The sudden mood changes would also interrupt how I actually want to approach Bakugou.

It's rather silly to admit my anger developed as bad as his since the day he made snap. We would always be at each other's throats. Now that we're much older, I was thinking on settling things as final, so I can go back to this so-called "curing" treatment.

"Ne, [Y/n]-san!" Izuku beamed as he came running up beside me. "What lap are you on?"

"My fourth," I managed to say clearly even though I've slowly been losing breath.

"Fourth?! Aren't you tired?!" He cried surprised.

Yes. "Hm, no." 

"Ahh, [Y/n]-san's so cool!" He praised, bumping my shoulder with his playfully.

"Tch, quit that, Freckles." I grin.

"I'm serious," he smiles.

"Thanks, you too, Seaweed."

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ☆ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

"[Y/n]...c-can we stop for a bit?" Izuku panted after finishing two more laps. Nodding, we halt, and my chest heaves painfully from the sudden exhalation, and I bend over on my knees even though I know that makes it worse for my air sacs.

"[Y/n]-san, are you alright?" Izuku frowned, but I pick myself up to take easier breathes while nodding.

"Well, well, well, isn't it Icy Bitch and Deku?"