Why Do I Love You? (Bakugou x Reader)

Ch. 1 - Welcome to UA!

Y/N's POV

"God damnit..." I mutter, looking at the clock; 7:20 am, it read. "Fuck!" My eyes widen as I realize I'm going to be late on my first day of UA, the famous academy that specializes in training future heroes. Ever heard of it?
I throw the covers off my bed as I scramble to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and quickly throw my (h/c) hair into a messy bun. No time for make up, greaaaat. Not only will I be late, I'll also look like a damn zombie. I roll my eyes and sigh, knowing it can't be helped. I slip on my boots and straighten out the dark teal skirt that clung to my hips. What the hell? They couldn't have made this skirt any shorter, I think, trying to pull it down. Putting on the rest of my uniform and grabbing my bag, I run out the door. "Have a good day!" My mom yells from the kitchen. "Bye, mom!" I yell back, annoyed that she didn't wake me up in the first place. If I hurry maybe I can grab a pastry on my way there, I think to myself while jogging. Spoiler alert, I didn't have time to get a pastry. Great, now I'm hungry and look like a hot mess. Nice job, (y/n). Looking at the ground, I close my eyes until I feel the shadow of UA's building tower over me. "Holy shit." I whisper to myself looking up again. The building was huge! It had great big windows that reflected the sun making me squint. Two concrete columns held up the entrance as I clomped up the cement stairs, nervous for my first day. Originally, I was supposed to go to Ketsubutsu Academy, but my junior high principal put in a last minute recommendation for me to go to UA. I guess his request had some type of affect on Principal Nezu, cause suddenly I'm trading Ketsubutsu's textbooks for UA's. I shrug my backpack onto my shoulders as I speed walk through the sleek halls. My feet slapping against the polished floor made an echo, and I suddenly realize I'm the only one outside of class. How late am I?! I stop at a big wooden door, the sign above reading '1-A'. This is it, I think to myself as I twist the doorknob. I open the door, expecting to be yelled at due to my grave tardiness, but to my surprise no one yelled at me. There wasn't even a teacher in the classroom yet. My attention was quickly directed to a boy with blue hair and square glasses. He was raising his voice at another kid who had ash blonde hair that stuck up in all directions. "Have you no respect for this fine institution?!" The kid with glasses barked while motioning for the other kid to get his feet off the desk. "Who drove a stick up your ass?" The spiky blonde smirked. Suddenly he glanced at me, his scarlett eyes looking me up and down. My eyes widened and I immediately looked away. I'm not trying to start a fight on the first day. I was surprised as the kid with glasses marched up to me, chopping the air. "Ah, you must be the new transfer student!" He declared, getting everyone's attention. "I'm Tenya Iida," the boy smiled proudly, straightening his tie. "Uh- I'm (y/n). Nice to meet you." I say shocked by his loud and announcing voice. Suddenly a brunette girl with bright, pink cheeks bounces up to me. "Hey! I'm Ururaka!" She smiled sweetly. "Hello." I say, trying to return her smile. God, why am I so fucking awkward? "Which school did you transfer from?" She asked. Before I could answer, a yellow sleeping bag rolled into the room and revealed a man who looked like he could use a coffee break. "Everyone, sit in your seats." He said groggily, while pulling out eye drops and squirting them into his eyes. "Wanna sit by me?" Ururaka asked while walking to her seat. She reminds me of a puppy, I think to myself. "Sure, thanks for offering." I reply, following her. I sit down behind her, quickly realizing I won't be able to see shit. I'm 5'1 and the fact that I have bad posture doesn't help. The man at the front of the class began to speak. "Hello everyone, I'm Aizawa sensei, otherwise known as..." Nervously twisting the metal ring on my finger, I raise my hand. "What?" The Mr. Aizawa groaned. "I can't see," I said. "Can I move seats?" He rolled his eyes and pointed to a desk that was in the front row, next to the window. "You can sit there, in front of Mr. Bakugou." Mr. Aizawa said in a monotone voice. He continued talking to the class as I gathered my things. I started walking to my new seat, when suddenly I felt my foot hit someone's leg, and I tripped, falling face first into the floor. Fuck me. I drop all of my books to catch myself, looking back to see who tripped me. The spiky blonde retracted his leg and started snickering at me, eyeing me, taunting me. I stood up, slamming my hands down on his desk before he could say anything. By the looks of it, he was surprised. "What the hell is your problem?!" I yell. So much as not starting a fight on the first day. His shocked look quickly faded, replaced with an angry one. "You got something you wanna say to me?!" He barked back, clenching his teeth and furrowing his brow. "Oh- I'd love to, but I don't think you'd understand COMMON DECENCY!!" I yelled louder. "That's enough!" Mr. Aizawa said, his eyes glowing and his black hair standing up. "Sit down." He said to me and his hair fell back down over his shoulders. "I usually don't give detention on the first day, but you're both provoking me." He growled. My heart sunk in my stomach as I bent down to pick up my books and sat down in the seat in front of the dick that tripped me. I hate attention, but I hate people's crappy attitude more. If it comes down to it, I don't mind a few people's eyes watching me while I stick up for myself. I plopped down in my seat and gathered my emotions, while placing my items in their spot. "Now," Mr. Aizawa started. "As I was saying before I was interrupted," He shot me and 'Mr. Bakugou' a look. I immediately felt my cheeks heat up, feeling embarrassed that I caused a ruckus. "You may know me as the pro hero, Eraser head. Ill try not to waste time on introductions. Everyone go get dressed in your gym uniforms and meet outside for a quirk evaluation." Mr. Aizawa briefly explained, if you can call that an explanation, and walked out the door.