A Series Of Incidents (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)

[TWENTY EIGHT]

"ARE YOU GOING TO FUCKING GO?!" I shout at Todoroki, who's still slightly dumbstruck. In a moment, he rushes out of the classroom and his footsteps echo down the corridor.

Toga giggles, coming to her feet, and I return my gaze to her; "What the fuck did you do to Uraraka?" I ask steadily, putting some much needed distance between us. 

In response, she just gives me a sickening smile, "You're too late! I already got two other ones! Shigi is going to be so happy with me!" 

"The fuck?..." I whisper, before realising that means she's got two more blood samples. Not good. Not good at all. If she has blood samples from other students, that means she could infiltrate the school again. I ready myself slightly, as she brandishes her knife, staring at me with a deadly grin. 

"You know," Toga casually giggles, "you're all getting more vulnerable. We're getting stronger. It's only a matter of time before we start to pull you down to our level." 

"Shut up," I hiss. "And what the fuck did you do with Uraraka?!" 

"If it wasn't obvious," she laughs again, "we've got her. You're too late. Except..." she plays with the weapon in her hand for a moment. "Hmm. You know what, if you get out of this you can tell are of your hero friends that I'll suck all of the blood out of Ochaco-chan unless they give us the angry fire man." 

"What the hell?!" I splutter. "You want Endeavour?!" 

"Yeah!" she gives me a toothy grin. "Hmm. I wonder how you would look with your guts out." I stiffen, knowing that talking time is now over. "Well, let's find out!" 

She leaps forwards, and quickly prepare to dive near the desk to avoid her; I push out my foot to try and push her back, but only partially succeed, as she dives towards me with the knife outstretched, so I roll under the table, and stand up on the other side, launching a punch at her face. 

It hits, but as soon as it does, I push myself backwards; problem here, is that she has to be in my full view to capture her in a time slow. So, with a grunt, I shove both a chair and desk in her direction. She topples back, but steadies herself with infamous acrobatics of hers. 

"Oh!" she exclaims, "You're bleeding already!"

At this moment I finally notice the blood trailing down my face from a gash on my forehead. Ah shit; fuck my chicken strips. I try to pay it no mind, only readying myself again, as I step in the opposite direction, so I'm directly across from her, with only a few scattered tables between us.

"Oh? Are we playing a game?" she asks, as I constantly move in the opposite direction she is. 

"Yeah," I say slowly, causing her smile to widen, to the point where I'm not even sure if it's possible for a mouth to stretch so much. "Tag, you're it." 

"Oh," she whispers. "I like this game already." She slowly circles the table, and I follow her movements, trying to ignore the sweat dripping down my forehead. "Oh, you're shaking... oh. I don't know your name!" 

"Oh... I'm (L/N)." I state, not really paying attention to what I'm saying, just trying to keep up with her steady steps, as she circles the table.

"That's a nice name," she smiles, "you're actually quite funny." 

"Thanks," somehow I find it in me to let out a slight chuckle. "You're absolutely crazy."

"Oh, (L/N)-chan, I know." she giggles carelessly, spinning her knife in her hand. "But you know..." 

"All of the best people are crazy," I finish, stopping dead still, as she does as well.

"Hmm," she lifts her weapon, and from the glint in her eyes, I can tell she's about to attack. "You know your stuff, (L/N)-chan." however, the move she does is one that's convenient and shitty at the same time; she leaps up on to the table, and my eyes widen as she bounds across them, knife outstretched. 

I push out my arm to protect my face, as I feel and knife slash my arm where my face would've been, and I topple backwards a bit, then lower my arm, to get a good look at her, though I'm fucking terrified as she raises the knife again. 

"Tag, you're it!" she shrieks in delight, whipping the knife down to get my stomach. 

In a moment, I catch full sight of her, and quickly turn on my Quirk, as I push myself back to avoid the knife. Toga slows, just in time, although the knife does end up slicing my stomach slightly, ripping through my clothing and leaving a scratch on my torso. 

Hitting the floor with a thud, I catch my breath, staring up at Togo's moving little by little body. "Holy shit," I wheeze, and then hissing as the cut on my arm begins to sting. I come to my feet slowly, still avoiding her, and lean against a table, feeling my stomach for any further injury. 

Nothing; so far, at least. I lift my non injured arm to wipe the sweat away from my head, still keeping my Quirk on Toga. Damn it, Todoroki, where the fuck are you?! I can't keep this on forever!

At that moment, both Mr Aizawa and Midnight bust in, looking deadly serious. "(L/N)!" Mr Aizawa shouts, rushing over to me. "Are you injured?" 

"YeS," I wheeze, still shaken by their sudden entrance. Mr Aizawa takes one look at my arm and head and then lets out a string of words that maybe aren't appropriate for a teacher.

Midnight turns her attention to Toga; "You're using your Quirk on her?"

"Yeah," I answer, refusing to move my burning arm. 

"Take it off when I tell you to," Midnight states, I nod shakily in reply. "Ready," I fix my eyes on Toga, preparing to take the time slow off. "NOW!" I take it off quickly, and Toga falls, a little surprised, but is instantly put to sleep by the sleeping gas around her, produced by Midnight. 

I physically feel myself ease at the sight of her sleeping on the floor, as Midnight puts a pair of handcuffs on her and confiscates her knife. It's relieving that I can live to see another day...

... Uraraka.

Suddenly energised, I turn to Mr Aizawa hastily, and say, "Sir, there's a lot that I need to tell you."