Save My Soul : Bakugou x Reader

5 - Put Up A Fight

"Aw come on, not even gonna put up a bit of fight?"

"I bet you want it!"

"Yeah you want it don't you sweet cheeks?"

You just let your head hang down as the three older men crowded around you and pushed you to the wall. One had his hand around your throat as leaned in to trail his lips along your jaw. The other grabbed your coat and stripped it off you, copping a feel at your small breasts while he was at it.

The first man moved his hand from your neck to your cheeks and the other squeezed your butt, he angled your head up to look at him. Even with their hands roaming your body you just felt numb as you shoved the panic deep down. Your coat was on the floor, the only thing keeping your body from the men was a thin beige dress that hung loosely on your tired and skinny physique.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a burst of blue flames surrounded the men, heat scorching their skin as they screamed in agony and fell to the floor. You just stared at the flaming bodies as they convulsed, the putrid stench of burning flesh filled your nose.

"What disgusting people." A deep nonchalant voice sounded from the entrance of the dark alley you were in. Your empty eyes fell on a tall figure with black hair and skin littered with charred burn scars held together by staples, but strangely enough to you his most striking feature was his piercing turquoise eyes.

You looked back down at the ground where the frost was melting away from the fire. You slinked back to the cardboard sheet you had placed on the ground to sleep on, but you heard him approach. He looked down at you impassively, "It's the beginning of winter, your going to freeze out here, especially without a coat."

You met his gaze, exhaustedly, "well I had a coat but it's a bit busy being on fire right now." You nodded your head to the remnants of the garment that were still smouldering. Your sarcastic retort had caught him off guard but he could always appreciate such sly responses so he just chuckled and sat down next to you.

"The name's Dabi, you?" He turned his head to you, his knees were brought up towards his chest with his feet apart and arms slung over them.

"(Y:N)." Your eyes once again return to the floor.

"Either I'm too ugly for you to look at or you must really love the floor." He waited for you to say something back but was met with silence. "I mean who wouldn't love this floor? It's got it all; trash, rats, sharp glass." He gestured at each thing as he pointed them out and you let out a snort.

"You forgot the needles and shit." You shot back looking at him and he offered you a smirk as he scoffed.

"So, what's a kid like you doing out here on the streets?" He asked, his curiosity having got the best of him. He had passed this alley way a few times in the past week and you had been here every time, sat on you cardboard carpet.

You just shrugged and lied, "bad life choices?" You could tell that he didn't believe it for a second and you expected him to press for the truth but what he did instead shocked you.

"Well, if you want, the place I live happens to have a spare bed you could have." You looked at him with your mouth slightly agape and widened eyes. "So, what do you say junior?"

A part of you screamed that this was a stranger and you shouldn't follow him to his place but most of you just didn't care anymore and anything seemed better than another night on the streets at that moment.

"Sure."

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"And what is the equation we are looking for, Miss (L:N)?" Ectoplasm stared at you as your head was planted in your hands and faced down at your desk having given up on following the maths lesson long ago.

"Miss (L:N)?" He began his walk to your desk and placed his hand your shoulder and gave it a gentle shake, "Miss (L:N)."

At the contact you had broken out of your reverie and you flinched away from his hand and stared up at him, "what?" The rest of the class cringed at your obliviousness and lack of honourifics.

"It's sir, and I was wondering what equation is needed?" He asked in a stern voice to which you shrugged.

"How should I know?" You said with a blank face still staring at him as if you had done nothing wrong.

"Well it's required knowledge." He argued back.

"And I haven't had a maths lesson since I was eight." You retorted as of it was obvious. Honestly, how could he just expect you to know what was happening when you've never even seen algebra before.

At your answer you saw him fluster slightly, "ah well, I guess that is unavoidable but I expect you to pay attention in class and catch up after school, maybe then you'll know." Now it's not like you're dumb, in fact you're quite the opposite. You're sharp and quick to catch on to things but there was, once again, prior knowledge needed for this lesson. He left your desk and returned to the lesson, "Bakugo, can you give me the equation?"

You leaned to the right to look past everyone in front of you to see the blond. "Quadratic equation." He wasted no time and answered confidently.

'Quad-what?' That's not even a word! Is it?' but what irked you the most, was the giant shit-eating smirk he sent back at you. Your eyes hardened and you glared at him before averting your gaze back to board for the first time in twenty minutes with a new found fire of determination in your eyes.

'I am not gonna let some arrogant, overconfident prick beat me. Just watch I'll be a master of this Quad-attic shit by the end of this damn lesson.'

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"So how was your first day?"

You were sat in the passenger seat of Aizawa's car as he drove back to his apartment. "Fine." You mumbled and stared out the window at the passing houses, which cast a cooling shadow on the car keeping away the bright sun.

"Really? I heard that you've barely paid attention to any of the lessons and talked back to Ectoplasm." So Ectoplasm had totally snitched on you, 'that bitch.'

"Well how was I supposed to know what a quadratic equation is? I had never done algebra before." You huffed in annoyance, you never wanted to be in that stupid school in the first place.

"Well that just means you've got a lot of work to catch up on." He kept his eyes on the road as he talked, he somehow seemed even more tired than this morning, which you thought was impossible.

"Oh yeah, seven years worth!" You scoff, flailing your hand to accentuate your irritation. Originally, you thought you'd keep up a silent, unbothered act around the heroes but if you were going to suffer like this for three years then they were going to suffer with you.

"Well then you better start right away, it's not like you have anything better to do." He was right, your two choices of pastimes was either stare at the ceiling or study, but for some reason staring at the ceiling was sounding quite appealing at the moment.

The only thing that pushed you to study once you got to the apartment was the memory of the smirk that the loud, prissy, blond jerk sent you. So, when you got back, you headed to your room and slammed that stupid maths textbook onto the desk and sat down, pen in hand.