Saving Me [Monoma x Reader]

11. The First Stand

 So... Dad had an interesting way of answering my question last night. Did his ghost tell Aizawa to show up out of nowhere to tell me in my face that I was weak? Was he going to wreck me in front of the class, too?

"Bakugo-"

I sat with my eyes cast on the floor as Aizawa read over his notes and gave each student feedback on yesterday's Battle Trials. When it was my turn, I cringed, preparing for the worst.

"[L/N], you spent a lot of time and energy dodging Todoroki's attacks."

Yes... yes I did. Where's the big drop, Aizawa? Drag me.

"But you pulled a move at the end and almost prevented him from getting to the warhead. If you conserved your energy to perform more maneuvers like that, you would've earned more points, even with a loss. Keep training so you can sustain more strength, and you'll improve greatly."

What..?

He moved on to critiquing the next student's performance without skipping a beat. Not only was I speechless because he didn't ruin me in front of my classmates, but he gave me the exact advice I needed to grow as a hero... and a person. Strangely enough, it somehow aligned with what Todoroki told me on the train yesterday, too.

I think... I think I know how to take on Bakugo now.

Back in middle school, if I ignored people who taunted me, they eventually left me alone to find someone else to pick on. Things were different now. Bakugo said himself that ignoring him wouldn't work, that giving staring him down wouldn't work. So, instead of wasting my energy on trying to pointlessly avoid him like I tried to avoid Todoroki's attacks, I needed to hit him hard and make it count.

After giving us our feedback, Aizawa decided to take a nap while we decided on a class representative. When the votes were tallied, we saw that Midoriya was elected to be our leader. I had zero votes, so obviously, my vote went to someone other than myself. Then, came the kick on my chair.

"Hey, chair brat, who the hell did you vote for?" growled the ash blond seated behind me. "And don't fucking ignore me or give me a dumbass stare."

Slowly spinning myself around, I laid my forearm on the back of my chair, then shoved his foot away with my other hand. I hated that, in a way, I was paying attention to him, but I had to do something different this time.

I'm gonna pull myself up, Aizawa. I know you're probably sleeping behind that podium, but I'm gonna be a hero, a strong one, and I'm gonna show everyone how much I want it. I didn't work this hard and come this far to be called weak.

"Well," I began, glaring daggers right back into Bakugo, "I didn't vote for you."

I could've sworn that I saw a vein pop on the side of his head. "I KNOW that, you moron! I want a name!"

My brows furrowed. 

It doesn't stop here, does it?

"Don't take out your anger on me just because you didn't get class rep. That's your own fault."

His eyes grew redder and burned with fury. "What did you say?"

"..."

I could feel myself starting to sweat. I didn't want him to see how nervous I actually was.

"You heard me. I won't repeat myself."

I swiftly turned back around, scooting my chair closer to my desk so that hopefully he wouldn't kick me again. The sweat came down in waterfalls now, but I was just glad that he didn't have a super sense quirk to hear the panic screaming from my body.