The Scarred Avatar (On hold)

8: Boys are so stupid

The next day, Haruka goes to school like usual and luckily the cat girl wasn't present at school. The teacher wasn't irritating like yesterday but the only thing bugging her is the burning feeling on the back of her head. She turns around and Bakugo quickly turns the other way. He has been doing this the whole day and the anger vein that has been growing from the start is now bulging out of Haruka's head.

The school bell rings and Haruka walks to the park, wanting to let out some steam. The drama yesterday didn't really help and Bakugo staring at her didn't help either. She finally arrives at the park and sits in the swing, pushing her legs back and forth. She feels eyes on her still and she sends death glares to the startled Bakugo hiding behind a bush.

"Why the hell do you keep following me?"

Bakugo blushes and stares off to the side, "I'm not following you, Scar fa-" He stops short when he sees Haruka stomping over to him. She grabs him by the collar of his uniform, lifting him a few inches above the ground. "Don't ever call me that. You can call me whatever you want. Just don't call me anything related to this," she growls, pointing to the scar on her face. Bakugo gives a questioning look.

Where's the smiling girl from yesterday?

But quickly covers his confusion with a smirk, "Your scar? I was calling you the same thing yesterday and you didn't say anything about it. Do you feel insulted when I mention your scar?"

Haruka winces and nods in response. Every time her scar is mentioned, all she can think about is that night. Her mother. Her mistake. She doesn't want to be constantly reminded of that if Bakugo continues to call her that.

"I had my mind on more important things. That's why I didn't notice that you were calling me that."

Bakugo scoffs and hits her hand as an attempt to remove her hand from his collar. She glowers at his attempt but mentally smirks since his hit didn't affect her at all. She lets him go and he stumbles at the sudden contact of the ground. He scowls at her and recomposes himself.

"What am I supposed to call you then if you don't like Scar face?"

She goes back to her swing, slightly swinging back and forth. She mumbles, "I told you already. Anything but that. Please."

The sudden vulnerability of Haruka stuns Bakugo and immediately regrets calling her that nickname. He sighs and scratches the back of his head with a thinking face. He brings his hand back to hold his chin, still thinking and sits in the swing next to her.

Damn it! I can't think of anything that wouldn't insult her. Why the hell is this so difficult?! It's just a nickname to use for Haruka Kuribi!

Haruka tilts her head as she watches Bakugo swing back and forth. After a few moments, he gives an audibly frustrated groan, "Damn it, I can't think of anything right now." Haruka gives a soft smile and mutters, "Then you have to stick with Kuribi."

"I don't want to call you the exact same thing that extras call you," Bakugo mumbles.

She stops swinging and gives a quizzical face to Bakugo's answer, "What? So you want to give me a nickname that only you will call me by?" Bakugo instantly blushes and tries to cover his blush with his hands, resulting in his fall off the swing. He lands roughly on the ground, landing right on his face. He sits up and feels something dripping down. He brings a hand to cover his bleeding nose and his blushing tomato face.

"H-Huh?! D-Don't g-go m-making up assumptions, idiot!"

Haruka looks worriedly to his bleeding nose, not caring for the nickname. "Enough about the nickname. You have to look after yourself first. Why did you let go of the swing, stupid idiot?!" Calling him that seems to calm his blush down and watches silently as she pulls off her yellow bucket hat, rummaging through her bag. She pulls out tissues and pushes a ton of tissues to his face, holding it against his nose, "Don't do something that'll get you injured, idiot."