Save My Soul : Bakugou x Reader

23 - Pretty?

"Hey Shoto, how come you're okay with using your left side now and why didn't you use it before?" You were currently sat with the peppermint haired boy at a small table in the corner of the cafeteria having lunch. He seemed to debate whether or not he should answer before he explained everything. He told you about his scar, his mother and his determination to not become like his father. You just chewed on your food and stared the table, you didn't know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn't that. You had worked out that it must have something to do with Endeavor but hearing what the number two hero did had you grinding your teeth.

He was just how you had envisioned a hero to be. Since you had come to U.A you had begun to let go of that idea but it was always in the back of your mind. "(Y:N)?" You looked up into the mismatched eyes opposite you, to Shoto's surprise he found no pity in your rainbow ones, only anger. He saw your tightening grip and reached over to you. He placed his hand on yours in a comforting manner, your gaze trailed to his hand. It was such a simple gesture but it actually managed to lessen the rage you were feeling. You sighed, the tension, that you didn't even realise was there, left your shoulders. Shoto went to retract his hand but before he could, you let go of your fork and grabbed it.

His eyes widened at the sudden gesture and his heartbeat quickened but he found the feeling of your hand in his was pleasant. It felt right. Since you both had already finished your food, you didn't need the use of your hands so they stayed that way as you began to converse about lighter topics. You barely noticed your hands anymore but someone did, from across the room. A deep crimson glare was set on your connected hands as a burning feeling arose in his chest. He didn't know why but the sight of you and the half and half boy irked him to no end. It made him feel a displeasure deep in his gut that he didn't understand and that irritated him.

"Do you ever wonder how All Might tells the difference between each punch?" The peppermint haired boy stared at you blankly in confusion. The topic was one that had seemed to just suddenly pop into your mind and had nothing to do with the previous discussion of Kaminari's loud snoring in class earlier. In fact, Shoto was surprised that you'd bring up anything to do with heroes but the question had been bugging you for the past few nights. "Like he always shouts 'Texas Smash' or 'Detroit Smash' or something equally as dumb. My question is how does he tell the difference? He just does the same punch every time!" You watched on in hope as Shoto pondered over your point in silence. You sighed in disappointment when he just shrugged in return. "Forget it. Maybe I'll ask Midoriya."

"Why do you hate heroes (Y:N)?" You felt his thumb caress the back of your hand in a soothing manner. Your gaze hardened as you glared at the table, you knew you hated heroes, you always had. Hadn't you? No. There was a short time when you were young that you looked on at them in awe and admiration but that was long ago.

"Because... heroes, they want to be revered. They want the person that they saved to look at them and be grateful towards them, they don't want to look at the person they saved and just be grateful that they're safe. Does that make sense?" You awkwardly poured out your thoughts, you knew your words came out weird and disjointed but Shoto seemed to understand what you were saying. You were curious as to what he would say since he was a hero in training after all.

"I get what you mean but each hero is different and so are their reasons for what's driving them to become one. I think it's rather ignorant of you to assume that they're all like that." You knew that he was just making a point but still you took offence at his statement. You retracted your hand to your chest, hastily stood up and grabbed your tray.

"Yeah well I have my own reasons for thinking that, you would too if you were in my shoes." You spat quickly before rushing out of the canteen. Shoto called out behind you, asking you to wait and to let him explain what he meant but you didn't want to hear it. You stormed down the halls and to the peaceful field that was in the grounds of the school.

You collapsed onto the grass and sighed. Stupid Shoto, stupid heroes, but most of all stupid you. You couldn't believe you had let yourself get so emotional over such a simple sentence. Now he's just going to be even more curious about it and you didn't need that. This is why you shouldn't talk to these people but you couldn't stop yourself they're all so nice and welcoming. Not many people had ever welcomed you with such open arms and at heart, as much as you deny it, you're still just a child who wants so desperately to be accepted.

A tall silhouette suddenly loomed over you and blocked the sunlight. You took in his unruly violet hair, his dark under eyes and his bored expression before you turned onto your side to ignore him. "Oh come on (Y:N), you still not over what happened in the sports tournament?" You stayed silent in hopes that he'll take the hint and leave you alone but students at this school were nothing if not stubborn.

Instead of going away like you had hoped, he just laid on his side facing you. It was almost humorous how similar the situation was as when you two first met. Though the first time you were mad at Bakugo not Shoto. You were really spicing things up. "Go away Shinso, I'm not in the mood." He chuckled at your monotone response before scooting closer.

"You know... I still remember all your yelling from before, during and after my match at the tournament. My class kept bugging me about it, 'oh Shinso who's the pretty girl swearing at you?' It went on for like an hour!" You snorted quietly at his confession, the corner of your lips quirked upwards at the image of an annoyed and pestered Shinso that entered your head.

"So people think I'm pretty?" You retorted not acknowledging the actual point of what he said on purpose.

"That's what you pick up on?" He chuckled and rolled onto his back. You honestly got over what happened at the sports tournament ages ago, so you didn't hold any grudges towards him. "But yeah they do, obviously."

"Obviously?" You didn't think of yourself as a looker. Everyone that you'd met always told you were either a disgusting piece of shit or didn't mention your appearance so you that's what you thought you were; disgusting.

"Well yeah, have you seen yourself (Y:N)? You're gorgeous." He muttered the last part bashfully while keeping his stare on the sky above. You sat up to peer down at his nonchalant face, his expression held no signs of deceit which surprised you.

"...thanks" he noticed that your response sounded distant, like you didn't believe him but he didn't want to press the subject and make you uncomfortable.

"That cloud looks like a duck." He changed the subject, brought his hand up and pointed at a particular cloud. You snorted and laid back down next to him.

"What are you, five? Besides it doesn't, it looks like a fish." He let out a mocking gasp at your insult before turning his head to you. He placed his hand on his chest and began to act offended.

"How dare you! Cloud watching is a sacred art and how does that look like a fish to you? It's clearly a duck."

"It's not."

"It is."

"Is not!"

"Yeah it is!"

That's how you spent the rest of your lunch break, just arguing with the violet haired male over which cloud looks like what. It was stupid but it was entertaining and it took your mind off of things. Shinso was good for that, it seemed.

A/n - can you guys tell that I'm completely soft for Shinso?