Go Beyond (Bakugo x OC)

Hothead

"I want to go! I need to actually participate in school. How else am I suppose to learn?" I cross my arms as Aizawa lays on the couch.

"Look, this is a team exercise and if you're in it the teams will be uneven."

"So put me by myself! I can handle that." We've been arguing about tomorrows class with one of the teachers. Apparently its a hero vs villain activity where students are put in teams of two. It'll be the first real exercise and he doesn't want me there.

He chuckles. "Trust me, I know that." He groans and sits up. "Look, this exercise is going to be in an enclosed area. I won't be there and right now Shoto isn't prepared enough to stop you. We also don't want the building to be burnt down. Or any students badly hurt."

I groan. "When they told me I was coming here I thought that meant I'd get to be a normal student again." I sit on the coffee table across from him, hanging my head back to stare at the ceiling.

"But you're not normal, Hazaezal." He reminds me.

I sigh. "I know, I know. So what can I do?"

"You can watch your fellow teammates and analyze their tactics based on their quirks. They're still pretty early on, so there should be a lot to look for. However, the school doesn't want you to just sit by and watch. With the Sports Festival coming up we want you to be able to participate, but you need to be in the right headspace. We want you to be able to demonstrate your skills for a potential internship with a hero."

You would have thought my head was flung from a catapult with the speed it jerked back to face him. "What?"

He seems somewhat amused by my shock. "We want you to be able to experience what UA has to offer just like any other student."

I look at the ground. "I was so sure that I wouldn't be able to participate in activities outside of class. I never even considered the idea that I could work with a pro." My eyes start to water.

"Those better be happy tears." He says sitting up straighter.

I laugh, wiping them away. "Thank you."

He smiles and lays back down. I grab a box of takeout and sit on the loveseat next to the couch.

"So what happened earlier? I made a justifiable assumption that Bakugo threw a fit and that upset you."

I raise my eyebrows. "Well, that's a pretty good assumption." I play with my food a bit. "He was asking why I was here because I said I was more focused on gaining control then wanting to be a pro. It's not that I don't want to be a hero, I really do and maybe it was my fault for not making that clearer to begin with, but the minute someone finds out what I did, they're not going to want me to save them." I try not to think about it too much so I stay calm, but I can tell he's watching me carefully.

"That may be true, not everyone is going to want you. But frankly, my less than friendly demeanor made me pretty unpopular too. Hell, the number two hero is publicly rude and pretentious. My point is that all pros have their faults. Your past is messy, but it doesn't define your future."

I look to him and raise my eyebrow. "Messy? It's down right horrific."

He crosses his arms. "How about you just take my advice? The specifics don't matter, the message is the same. Now eat your dinner."

He lays back down and I smile. He's right. If I ever want life to be different, to be like how it was supposed to be before everything then I have to try to move on and do what I can so that I can become a pro.

"You know, when I first met you I was pretty sure you would hate me." I chuckle.

He looks at me and shakes his head. "I never hated you, but I needed to make sure that all that time in isolation didn't make you too unstable."