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I slipped on the uniform and immediately felt awkward. Aizawa had definitely gotten it two sizes to small. Don't get me wrong it was comfortable, but it was...ech hem, tight in some specific areas.

'Your ass and tits look like-'

"Shut up!" I hiss, exiting the teachers lounge with a furiously blushing face. I walk down a few twisting halls, still getting used to the largeness of the school. As I found the corner I bump into someone, said someone letting out a string of curses as I fall flat on my ass.

"Ouch..." I whine, looking up at who I'd bumped into. When I met his eyes I wish I didn't, because his red glare felt like it was melting me. "Tch. Watch where you're going dumbass." He scoffs, beginning to walk past me. "U-uh wait! Your in Aiza- I mean Mr. Aizawa's class right?" Aizawa had told me to call him Mr. Aizawa at school, since it's 'professional'.

"Yeah, why?" He asked as I get up, brushing off my uniform. "Well it's your lucky day because I've decided to help you train!" I cheer, trying to break his bad boy shell. He just turned around, walking once more. "H-hey wait! Mr. Aizawa said it was required!" I shout, catching up with the boys long strides. "Required huh? How about you just watch me while I train, would that be enough?" He chuckled. "No, but I can teach you any martial art you want." I offer slyly and he slows down a bit.

"Any? Do you think I'm that stupid?" He asked, irritation in his tone. I smirked and kicked underneath his feet, swiftly grabbing his arms and turning him so I had the boy in a more vulnerable position. "No, but I think you will be stupid if you don't take my training advice~" I whisper and he makes explosions in his hand, forcing me to jump off of him instead of getting burnt.

"You fuckin bitch-"

...

Long story short, he did end up accepting my proposal after some colourful choice in words and a few more beat downs. "I told you to stop using your quirk! What if someone has a quirk like Aizawa's? What will you do then? You must learn to rely on both your physical strength and quirk strength equally." I scold, throwing a towel at the sweat-drenched student.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, taking large gulps of water. "So..." He draped the towel over his shoulders, gazing at me from across the training grounds. "What happened with that villain a couple days ago?" He quipped and I froze. "O-oh uhm what? What villain I don't know any villains!" I laugh nervously, scratching the back of my head.

He put a lid on his water bottle, tossing it to the side before he approached me. "You're gonna tell me how the hell you did that," I backed up, only stopping when my back hit the cold surface of the gyms wall. BOOM!

Bakugo slammed his hand against the wall beside my face, explosions from his quirk charring the wall. "And you're gonna do it now." His voice dropped a few octaves, crimson eyes staring straight into my soul. I could feel his fucking breath against my face, and it smelled oddly fresh and minty.

"U-uhm to be honest I have no idea. I haven't trained my quirk since I got it, i-it acts on its own." I stutter as Bakugo tilts his head, face getting closer to my own so our noses brushed against each other's. His eyes flickered down, eventually coming back up after what felt like an eternity. "Tch. What a lame excuse, learn how to control your quirk dumbass. You don't wanna become a damn deku." He lefts his hand off the wall, leaving the surface singed, and walking back to his water bottle like nothing had even happened.

"I- uhm alright." I murmur, looking up at a clock placed in the training facility. "Well I gotta go! You should probably get ready for class too, see ya later B-Bakugo!" I retreat, fleeing out the door before he could say anything else.