Dare To Love You (Bakugo X Reader)

Chapter 2

"TIME'S UP!"

Thirty-four points. In truth, it wasn't too bad. Despite this, there was this awful sinking feeling in my stomach.

I thought I had improved more than . . . than thirty-four points. I clenched my fists as hot, angry tears blurred the asphalt I was staring at.

"HAHAHA!! SEVENTY-SEVEN POINT! BEAT THAT EXTRAS," the spiky-haired boy shouted.

"Shut the fuck up," I mumbled to myself defeatedly.

"Huh?! You trying to pick a fight wind bitch?!"

I didn't have the energy to respond. I only blinked back my tears, turned around, and headed towards the exit.

3rd POV

As L/n left the battle center, Kirishima looked back at Bakugo. "Really? Wind bitch? That's the best you could do?"

"...DIE!! I was...flustered," Bakugo mumbled, suddenly become very focused on a piece of robot debris.

~*~

One Week Later

"EEE!! It's finally here! L/N GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!"

"Coming Mom!" I hollered, bouncing down the carpeted stairs on the balls of my feet.

 I found my parents in the dining room, perched on the edge of their seats. A crisp white envelope sat in the middle of the table, the UA logo embedded in a shiny royal blue.

I awkwardly stood there, paralyzed by the sight of my future sitting right in front of me.

"Well, go ahead!" my dad encouraged.

 I picked the envelope up and flipped it over in my hand, revealing a gold wax stamp with the same logo inlaid into it.

 I anxiously tore the paper open. A device fell out that projected a video of All Might. He began talking about my performance in the exam.

I was so nervous, most of his words went in one ear and out the other.

Then, his tone turned serious and I perked up. "I would like to be the first to congratulate you for being accepted by UA High School!"

My parents swarmed me in a flurry of hugs and kisses as happy tears flowed down my rosy cheeks.

After a long night of celebrating I headed to bed, my cheek muscles tired from so much smiling.

~*~

Beginning Of Term

I stood in front of a huge brown and red door, my sweaty hand clutching the handle.

I've made it this far . . . I can do this . . . I can do this! In one swift movement, I opened the door to complete chaos. Everyone was chatting and roughhousing with their new acquaintances.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing up school property you cretin!" a scholarly student said, pointing an accusing finger.

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass or were you born with it?"

Oh god . . . not THIS.

Once the teacher's pet saw me, he booked it, coming straight at me. He was so fast I could barely react before he stopped in front of me, standing as still as a stone sculpture with his hand held out.

"Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida from the Somei Private Academy! It is a pleasure to meet you!" he said in a stiff tone.

"Um, hiiii . . . " I murmured. His hand was still waiting and I awkwardly shook it with my thumb and pointer finger.

He shot his finger towards the angry boy. "That's Bakugo-" so that's spiky boy's name. He must be the angry man-child type.

"That's Izuku-" he pointed at a frightened green-haired boy. The nervous wreck. "-Kaminari-" the box of rocks, "-Mina-" the ray of sunshine "-Jiro-" the emo chick...

Once Iida introduced everyone (and I had a full list of stereotypes), we took our seats. The only open seat was right in front of Bakugo, so I reluctantly slumped into my chair.

Right as I began to wonder where the teacher was, a yellow caterpillar slinked out from under the teacher's desk.

 The teacher unzipped the sleeping bag to reveal a scrubby man in all black except for a gray scarf.

"Welcome to the hero course. I'm Mr. Aizawa, and I really don't want to be here."

~*~

"A QUIRK ASSESSMENT TEST?!"

"You," Mr. Aizawa pointed at Bakugo, "What was your farthest softball throw in junior high?"

"Sixty-seven meters I think."

"Try it with your quirk."

Upon absorbing the number Sixty-seven, I muttered, "Jesus Christ . . . " even without his quirk, he's hella strong! I was lucky if I got 10!

"DIE!!!" Bakugo launched the ball through the air with the help of a pointed blast.

Mr. Aizawa's device chirped. "705.2" he announced.

"JESUS CHRIST!" I screeched. How the hell am I supposed to beat that?!

"Ms. L/n," Aizawa said. I froze.

"You seem to have lots to say on this topic, so you may as well go next." He added, "By the way, whoever scores the lowest will be expelled."

Cringing at myself, I walked towards the pitch. As Bakugo and I crossed paths, we locked eyes and he smirked. I glared at him, growling under my breath.

Taking a softball from the pile, I took a moment to think about my strategy. I threw the ball straight up and caught it on a pillow of air.

I thrust the ball forwards and it shot far into the distance. As it got farther away, I felt the strain on my muscles building exponentially and I began to get very light-headed. 

When I couldn't hold it any longer, I let the ball drop to the ground.

"704.9," Mr. Aizawa said tiredly.

"You're kidding!" I agonized. I was happy with the score, just not as happy as I would be if I had beat Bakugo.

I went to stand next to Bakugo on the opposite side of the pitch. He nudged me, muttering so only I could hear, "I'm still better than you."

I looked up at him, immediately wishing I hadn't.

His scarlet eyes drew me in, refusing to let me go. The longer I looked, the more brown shadows and gold flecks I found. He looked away. It felt like something was ripped away from me.

" . . . Wind bitch." He hid his reddening face by angrily pretending to fix his hair.

  He's probably just hot . . . even though its only 60 degrees out . . .