Battle of Wills ~ (bakugou x reader)

Chapter Fifteen

After your school day had come to an end, you didn't hightail it back to your dorm, as per usual. Instead, you found yourself waiting irritatedly outside the entrance to Class 1-A's room. The Hero Course had an extra class after everyone else, so it was easy to know where Bakugou would be.

Suddenly, the giant wooden door slammed open, allowing chattering students to trickle out. Most were busy in conversation, not sparing you a second glance. After the first wave of students exited, Kyoka came through the entrance. She raised an interested eyebrow in your direction, but chose to remain silent as a boy with shaggy blond hair and a lightning-shaped mark tried to catch up with her.

Eventually, Bakugou's scowling face appeared in the doorway, his classmates distancing themselves from him in a way reminiscent of magnetic repulsion. Before he could take notice of you, your hand looped around his arm, pulling him into a nearby empty classroom. The blond was too surprised to resist.

"Hey--!"

Once the classroom door had shut, Bakugou realized the identity of his kidnapper.

"If you wanted to see me that bad, you could've just told me." He smirked. His expression quickly dropped as he took in your crossed arms and the irritated look on your face.

"Bakugou..." you started. "You can't just go around meddling in my problems. I appreciate the gesture but I can handle myself. I don't need you making things worse."

Bakugou glared. "Hah? When do I make things worse? What's this about?"

"Seriously, you don't know?" you question.

Bakugou just looked confused.

"You beat up Shinso!" you yelled exasperatedly.

The confusion on Bakugou's face remained. "Who's that?"

You sighed in annoyance. "Purple hair? Kind of sticks up like this?" You motioned to the top of your head.

Bakugou's face brightened in recognition. "Oh, Eyebags?" Suddenly, his face became angry again. "He deserved it for being a shithead."

"Bakugou, from the looks of his injury, you could've killed him!" You couldn't tell if Bakugou was playing with you on purpose, but your irritation was beginning to grow.

"And?" the blond asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "You don't need to avenge me or whatever it was you were thinking, Bakugou. I've heard much worse."

Bakugou crossed his arms, his expression almost resembling pouting. "Well, I didn't like how he was talking to you. Which makes it my problem. I was trying to convince you not every guy is a piece of shit, but his dumbass big mouth was trying to blow it for me."

You could tell Bakugou was being stubborn. "But that still doesn't mean you need to deal with my issues for me," you argued. "You are likely just going to create more problems than you solve going around threatening everyone."

"Tch." Bakugou leaned against the wall, looking to the side. "Maybe you should try relying on people a bit more, dumbass. At least now that asshole won't be bothering you again."

Your eyes widened. "Seriously? You are telling me to rely on other people? I have never once seen you even interact in a friendly way with anyone."

Bakugou chuckled. "Does that mean you're watching me?"

"What?" Somehow Bakugou had completely turned the topic in his favor.

"I know you said you weren't participating in the festival. But will you at least come tomorrow?"