Battle of Wills ~ (bakugou x reader)

Chapter Eleven

Beep, beep! Beep, beep!

Your alarm rang in your ears, pulling you out of a restless sleep. Fumbling around on your nightstand, you grabbed your phone to turn off the shrill sound. After a moment, your darkened room became blanketed in quiet.

"Urgh..." you groaned, flopping back down into the comfort of your bedding. With the morning came the memories of the past few days. You ran your hands down your face, mentally preparing yourself for the day.

You couldn't go back to the gym. At least for now. You weren't sure at what point you would be ready to confront Bakugou, if ever. Just thinking about what happened between the two of you made your cheeks grow warm and your heart race faster. But it also brought about your familiar anxieties.

What if I turn out to be a copy of my mother or my foster mom? What will happen if he finds out I'm the daughter of a villain? If I get involved with him, what will happen to my peaceful school life? Will my secrets be endangered?

Getting involved with Bakugou would be an obvious risk, not logically worth risking your secrets, values, and livelihood. But your head was making it impossible to be purely logical when it came to him. You didn't know why, but you figured taking some time apart would cause the feelings to fade.

There was also the other glaring question:

Did he even like you?

Sure, the two of you had kissed. But Bakugou had been on an adrenaline high--the rush of winning. You knew he was popular with the girls at school, and while there had never been any talk about a relationship, you had heard enough from Sakura to know that there had been flings. You weren't going to put yourself on the line for a meaningless relationship.

All you knew now was that you needed more time to think. Seeing Bakugou's face made a lot of your logical reasoning go out the window--as evidenced by your kiss--and you couldn't handle the rush you felt around him while you were already dealing with internal struggles. In order to think clearly, you would have to put your workout habits on hold.

Stretching as you half-climbed, half-fell out of bed, you turned to flip on your lights.

"Ack!" you yelped as the blanket of darkness suddenly lifted, cut through by piercingly-white fluorescent lights. You rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust them to the sudden shift in lighting as you ambled around your dorm room.

Your room was decorated very minimalistically, due to your lack of possessions. Most of the furniture and accessories in your room had been provided by the principal when you had enrolled in the rehabilitation program: a plain white comforter, a standard digital clock, a small lamp, a nightstand, some towels, a desk with a chair, and a dresser. The only personal possession you kept--aside from the clothes and toiletries the police had brought from your old foster home--was a small framed photo of your mom. It had a small crack on the surface, but the photo was still your most valuable possession. It was the only thing you had left of her.

U.A. had provided you with a small weekly allowance to buy groceries and other necessities, so you had used a small proportion to spruce up your living space to prevent it from looking like a jail cell. However, it was still likely one of the least decorated dorm rooms of all the students.

You grabbed a granola bar from your stash, walking into your bathroom to change into your exercise clothes.

As you got dressed, you tried to think of other gyms on campus. Sure, the Hero gym had the best facilities, but the number-one school for heroes ought to have more than one place for training.

You looked back at your clock as you brushed your teeth. The bright red numbers flashed 5:16. Bakugou was likely already at the gym and had noticed your absence. Hopefully, he wouldn't do anything rash like he had at school the day before.