volatile | bakugou katsuki x reader

one.

The one thing Y/N hated about school was the judgement and discrimination they felt. Not everyone, but a lot of people were unkind and stuck-up.

Much like him.

The blond, red-eyed asshole with a god complex who just so-happened to be in their class. Life really loved them, didn't it?

"Hey, did you hear?" gossiped a kid to their posse. "That guy Bakugou's acting out again."

Y/N tried not to eavesdrop but they couldn't help themselves, it was a force of habit.

Bakugou? Sports Festival Bakugou?

"Yeah! I heard he started a fight with some kid from 1C for no reason."

"Wow. Isn't he a Second Year, though?"

"He's so pathetic,"

Y/N wondered why the boy from that morning looked familiar... how could they forget? He was the guy who was so feral he had to be chained down.

The bell rang, causing the students to scatter to their desks. Y/N heard that Yuuei was strict but had no idea what was in for them.

The class started off breezy.

Y/N was ahead on all their classes from endless nights of studying and hard work. However, they'd noticed that everyone else was passing with flying colours, as well.

It made them uneasy, but they decided to focus on themselves to avoid self-destruction.

The class came to completion and Y/N had to prepare for physical education and quirk improvement.

"Since the annual Sport Festival is coming up, we'll be sparring with class 2B." Aizawa instructed in a monotone voice. He was an interesting character to Y/N.

"Cant wait to wreck them," they heard someone say.

Well, that's nice.

"Bakugou, you never learn, do you?" the boy beside him sighed, shaking his head. He was shoved.

"Here they come," Shouta said, sounding almost relieved that he didn't have to deal with them anymore.

Y/N's eyes scaled across the field, spotting all kinds of students. A lot of them were extremely fit and had unique features. Y/N felt a little out of place, given their ordinary look.

The teachers had come up with the pairings and the class began straight away.

Y/N had been paired up with Midoriya Izuku, the well-built guy with big green locks. He was nice and a bit of a pushover.

"Hi, I'm Midoriya Izuku," he said with a big grin.

"I'm L/N Y/N." Y/N answered with a slight nod as they got into position. They were unsure of what his quirk was so they had to be extra careful. However, looking at the bruises and scratches cascading his arms and legs showed he was one to be handled physically close to.

I need to get in close.

Y/N quickly rushed in, getting their attack combos ready. They were always convinced they were in a video game whenever they fought. It was quite a simple way of thinking.

Izuku took a deep breath and dodged Y/N's advances easily, going in for a clean cut.

Y/N was fast of their feet and was able to move away, landing a hard kick on Izuku's left cheek. The boy knelt down but recovered swiftly, kicking Y/N's feet down from under them.

The H/C-headed student was fortunate enough to have placed their hand beneath them for an easy escape. They took a few mili-seconds to recover before running their body into the other's and tackling him.

"Krk—!" was all he managed as Y/N held him in a chokehold.

Izuku's quirk flashed green around his arms as he pried the other student's off. He kicked up to his feet and landed a solid punch into Y/N's gut.

The H/C-haired student gagged, feeling sick.

Still, a little punch to the gut wasn't going to stop them. They couldn't baby themselves like that.

Their fight went on for a while until Shouta called for everyone to stop.

"Sorry about hitting you so hard, are you okay?" Izuku asked, lending out his scarred, bruised hand for Y/N to grab.

Y/N nodded, awkwardly taking his hand with hesitation. They didn't know him and felt a little uncomfortable, but he seemed kind enough to be easy to destroy if he tried anything.

The class ended and lunch rolled around.

Y/N didn't have any friends; which meant no one to sit with at lunch. Which, in fact, was the worst thing ever to them.

They couldn't handle the idea of being alone and everyone staring at their lonely self.

"Hey, L/N, right?" Izuku approached them with a sympathetic smile, seeming to have noticed their discomfort.

"Just call me Y/N," they answered grimly.

"Well, if you don't have anyone to sit with, I'd like you to meet me and my friends?" he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

My friends and I, Y/N noted internally.

"Sure," they nodded, following the fluffy-headed boy back to his table. There, they sat with Izuku and two others.

"L— Y/N, this is Uraraka Ochaco and Iida Tenya." Izuku introduced happily, sitting down in the aisle seat across from Ochaco.

"I'm Y/N," said Y/N in an almost monotone voice.

The day went moderately well.

Y/N met new acquaintances and they didn't suck.

Much unlike the boy they were about to meet.