#mha request

It started off as something small. A passing thought. A glance in the mirror during class when your training shirt clung just a little too tight, flattening what little you had. You’d tugged it forward and shrugged it off, but the insecurity had nested in your brain like a weed.

Maybe it was the time Denki had made some dumb comment about “cleavage perks” when talking about Mina.

Or maybe it was when you saw the way Momo could run with a sports bra and still bounce.

You didn’t have that. You had to cup your hands around your chest and push to even mimic it—and even then, it looked pathetic.

So you started hiding it.

No more tank tops around the dorm. No more leaning close when you hugged Sero. And no more letting him rest his head on your chest like he used to, because every time he did, you imagined him secretly wishing there was more.

You weren’t scared he’d stop loving you.

You were scared he’d accept your body like you were a compromise.

—

“Are you mad at me or something?”

Sero’s voice was unusually quiet when he asked. You were curled up on the common room couch, knees tucked to your chest, hoodie way too big for July. You’d heard the others head off to bed. Just the two of you now.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“You’ve been acting weird.” He sat on the other end of the couch, expression pinched. “Like… you barely hug me anymore. You always pull away when I touch you. I don’t—” He hesitated. “Did I do something?”

No, you wanted to say. It’s not you, it’s me. But that sounded cliché and cowardly and not even half of the truth.

You tried to breathe. “I’m not mad.”

“You sure?” he said softly. “Because it kinda feels like you don’t want me around lately.”

Your chest squeezed. You hated that he thought that.

But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you hugged your knees tighter.

He frowned. “Did I cross a line? Do you not feel comfortable anymore?” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly unsure. “I know I can be touchy, but I thought—I mean, if you need space or want to slow down—”

No, that’s not it!

But again, your voice failed you.

“I—” You swallowed. “It’s not you.”

“Then what is it?” he asked gently. “Because you used to hold me like you meant it. Now you flinch when I put my arm around you.”

You looked away. Tears blurred your vision.

“I just…” Your throat burned. “I don’t want you to touch something you don’t like.”

Silence.

Sero blinked. “What?”

You didn’t answer. The shame was too thick. It was like trying to speak through molasses. Every second stretched unbearably long.

He scooted closer, cautiously. “What do you mean, something I don’t like?”

You laughed—but it came out hollow. “I mean, come on. Look at me.”

“I do,” he said softly. “All the time.”

“That’s the problem.” You wiped at your face, frustrated. “You live with some of the hottest girls in school. You’re surrounded by cleavage and hips and curves every day, and then there’s me.”

“Wait, what?”

“I see the way people look at them, okay? I know what the ‘ideal’ is. And I’m not it.”

His brow furrowed. “What does that have to do with me?”

“Everything!” The emotion burst out of you. “Because I keep wondering if you look at me and think, ‘Well, I love her, so I’ll accept it,’ like it’s something you tolerate instead of something you want.”

Sero stared at you like you’d grown two heads.

You sniffled. “I don’t feel pretty. Or sexy. Or… feminine. And I feel like every time you rest your head on me, or touch me there, you’re pretending not to notice what I don’t have.”

Silence again.

He looked… stunned.

Then slowly—so gently—he reached out, but didn’t touch you. “Can I come closer?”

You nodded.

He scooted in and sat right beside you. “Thank you for telling me. I had no idea you were thinking all that.”

You glanced at him, voice small. “You really didn’t?”

“I thought you were pulling away because I was being too handsy. Like maybe I was rushing you, or you didn’t want to be touched. I didn’t realize you were hiding.”

“I’m not hiding from you,” you said softly. “I’m hiding from… the comparison. The thoughts. What I think you’re thinking.”

Sero took your hand.

“Can I tell you something you might not believe right away?”

You nodded.

“I’ve never once looked at your body and thought, ‘I wish she had more.’” His voice was sincere, low. “I’ve only ever thought, ‘I get to touch her. Me. She trusts me enough to let me close.’ That’s it. That’s the whole thought.”

Your breath hitched.

“I love your body,” he continued, “not because of some checklist. Not because it’s a copy-paste of what other people want. I love it because it’s yours. It’s you.”

He squeezed your hand gently.

“You don’t have to prove femininity to me. You are feminine. You’re beautiful and badass and sexy in ways you probably don’t even realize. And the fact that you’re sharing this insecurity with me? That just makes me respect you even more.”

You blinked, the tears falling faster now.

“I don’t want you hiding from me, baby,” he whispered. “I want you to feel safe with me. Even in your worst thoughts. Especially in them.”

You pressed your face into his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around you like he’d been waiting all day.

“I don’t care about size,” he said into your hair. “I care about you. And you’re not a compromise. You’re my favorite.”

You let out a watery laugh.

“I mean it.” He pulled back enough to look at you. “You’re enough. More than enough. And if your brain ever tells you otherwise, you send it to me. I’ll fight it with tape and dumb jokes.”

You giggled through your tears. “You might lose.”

“I’d go down swinging.”

You sniffled again. “Sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I just… didn’t want to sound crazy.”

“You don’t.” He kissed your temple. “You sound like someone who’s been dealing with this alone for way too long. But not anymore.”

You leaned into him, finally letting yourself melt into the hug fully. No pulling away. No guarded movements. Just warmth. Safety. Trust.

“…Can I still lay my head on your chest sometimes?” he asked shyly.

You gave a small, tearful smile. “Even if it’s flat?”

He bumped your nose with his. “It’s still yours. And it still makes the best pillow.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Smooth.”

“Just like tape.”

You groaned at the pun—but the ache in your chest was finally easing, replaced by something soft and whole.

And for the first time in weeks, when he held you, you let him.

—

“Shoto asked me to call you,” Fuyumi’s familiar voice responded. You found yourself able to relax just a bit at the words ‘Shoto asked’. That must have meant that he was at least conscious. “Something happened during his work study today and we’re at the hospital…” 

As soon as the word ‘hospital’ left her lips, you were already out the door. You ignored the looks the other heroes gave you as you rushed out of the agency and down the sidewalk towards the train station. 

“He’s fine, but his phone was lost and he wanted me to let you know what was going on.”

You exhaled when you could hear Shoto’s soft voice in the background, but it didn’t slow your steps. You’d have to explain yourself to Best Jeanist later for your abrupt departure in the middle of your own work study day, but for now, you didn’t care. Even though you could hear him, you still needed to see him. You needed proof that things weren’t too bad.

“I’ll be there within the hour,” you replied and then hung up before you could hear Fuyumi tell you that it was okay to wait until after your day was over. There was no way that you would be of any use to anyone while you were in this mindset anyways so it didn’t matter.

It took you around forty minutes to reach the hospital after hanging up with Shoto’s sister, and by the time you made it to the front desk, you were shaking so bad you thought you were going to collapse.

“S-Shoto T-T-Todoroki’s room, please,” you stuttered out, and the nurse looked up at you in concern.

“My dear, are you okay?”

You must have looked even worse than you thought, but you were just about to assure her that you were fine, you just really needed that room number, when a familiar voice filled the air.

“She’s with us.”

Your head turned to meet the eyes of Natsuo, Shoto’s older brother. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the nurse nod in understanding, though even if she hadn’t, there wasn’t a force on Earth that was going to stop you from getting to your boyfriend now.

“I think you look worse off than Shoto,” Natsuo teased as he tucked you under his arm and led you towards his brother’s room. “You got here fast, too. You’re doing your work study with Best Jeanist, right?”

The casual air to Natsuo’s voice immediately brought you comfort as you nodded, doing your best to participate in the casual conversation. He didn’t seem frantic or concerned and was making easy jokes so surely Shoto really was okay. 

“Yeah, I am. He’s going to be really upset with me when he finds out I just left, though.”

Natsuo’s eyes turned towards you and you knew that he was also about to tell you that you could have waited until the end of the day to visit, but you had just turned into Shoto’s room and you could finally see your boyfriend with your own eyes.

“Sho!” You cried as you rushed from Natsuo’s side over to Shoto’s bedside. His grey and blue eyes widened at the sight of you, and an involuntary tear slid down your cheek as you were able to fully take in the sight in front of you. 

For the most part, he did look okay. There was a large, white bandage above his right eye and his bottom lip was busted. His left arm was in a sling and he had a few other bruises and scratches, but you had definitely seen worse.

“You came,” he stated matter-of-factly as you scooped up his hand that wasn’t bandaged up in your own.

“Of course I did,” you whispered, your voice catching as another tear trailed down your face. “When Fuyumi called, I had… I had to make sure that you were okay.”

Shoto briefly released your hand so that he could brush away the new tears from your cheek, his eyes focused intently on your face.

“I told her to tell you that I was okay. I didn’t want you to worry.”

His voice was soft and you couldn’t help but smile when he laced his fingers with yours once again as you took a seat on the edge of his bed. 

“I mostly just heard ‘hospital’ and came running, to be honest,” you chuckled. “Don’t say you wouldn't have done the same.”

Shoto nodded, his eyes bright as his gaze never left yours.

“I would. And I am glad that you’re here. I just hope I won’t be getting you in too much trouble.” His brow furrowed slightly at the idea, and you shrugged in response. 

“Who cares if I do? You’re worth it.” Shoto’s smile grew as you lifted his hand to your lips to press a soft kiss to the back of it to accentuate your statement. 

You were so wrapped up in your own little bubble that you both forgot Natsuo and Fuyumi were still in the room. It wasn’t until the deep voice of his father entered the room that either one of you managed to turn away from the other.

“Who’s this?”

In the amount of time that you and Shoto had been dating, you had never actually met Endeavor as Shoto’s girlfriend. You had worked together briefly when him and Best Jeanist had collaborated on a case together a few weeks prior, but that was it. You had been intimidated by him then and you were even more so now.

“Don’t tell me you don’t even know your own son’s girlfriend,” Natsuo huffed, and you watched as Endeavor’s head swiveled between you and his oldest son.

“Girlfriend?” He asked in disbelief, and Shoto’s grip on you tightened. You could feel an awkward Todoroki family moment brewing in the air. 

“Endeavor and I don’t generally speak about private matters,” Shoto replied evenly. A pained look quickly flashed across his father’s face, but when you looked at your boyfriend, his expression was void of any emotion. You knew that the two of them were just getting comfortable working together, but Shoto had also made it clear that he was not ready to pursue any type of personal relationship with the number one hero.

“I see,” Endeavor conceded as his fierce blue eyes fell to where yours and Shoto’s hands were clasped before trailing up to your face. “It’s good to see Shoto has managed to surround himself with such caring people.” You didn’t really know what to say to that, so you simply nodded. “How is Best Jeanist, by the way. You’re working closely with him these days, aren’t you?”

The statement surprised you as your jaw dropped slightly. You hadn’t been expecting him to recognize you. Your interactions had been so brief, you were sure you hadn’t made an impression on him at all. 

“He’s good. Yeah,” you murmured simply, to which he only gave a curt nod. The conversation didn’t call for much else, and seemingly sensing that his presence was no longer welcome, Endeavor turned to head towards the door. 

“Get some rest, Shoto. We’ll continue with your studies once you’re healed.”

Those were the final words he offered before disappearing into the hallway, Fuyumi following close behind him. Natsuo was standing near the entrance, glaring daggers at the space where his father once stood, and you were left with many questions over everything that had just happened.

“Sorry about him,” Shoto murmured, his voice bringing your attention back to him. “And sorry for putting you in that awkward position. I… I didn’t bring you up to him because I didn’t think that he deserved to know you. I try to keep him separate from the really good things in my life so that he has no chance of tainting them.”

An embarrassed flush colored his skin and you knew that he was worried you were upset with him. Your hand that wasn’t hold his quickly lifted to cup his cheek, and you gave him a reassuring smile. 

“You don’t have to explain it to me, Sho. I get it.”

Shoto leaned into your touch and you could feel him relax against your hand. You could tell that he was exhausted, and his eyelids dropped more and more as your thumb softly caressed the top of his cheek.

“He was right about getting rest though. You had a tough day. You don’t have to stay awake just because I’m here.”

Shoto nodded but then tugged on the hand that he was still holding to pull you closer. 

“Will you stay?” He asked, and you realized that he was inviting you to crawl into the space beside him. You eyed the spot warily.

“I don’t want to hurt you…” you started, but Shoto smiled and tugged on your hand again.

“You won’t hurt me, you’ll help me. Promise.”

You weren’t ever one to turn him down as you eventually gave in. Slowly, and carefully, you scooted from your spot on the edge of the bed into the empty space on Shoto’s right side and snuggled in closer. When he didn’t flinch or hiss at the movement, you relaxed a bit before resting your head on his shoulder so that he could rest his head on top of yours.

“Perfect,” you heard him whisper before his breathing started to slow, and it only took a couple of minutes before soft little snores slipped past his lips. Now that you had calmed down quite a bit, you could feel the aftermath of the coursing adrenaline that had previously run through your veins, and your eyes started to slide shut as well. 

As the two of you fell asleep side-by-side, you forgot all about his older brother in the corner and the fact that his sister was on her way back to the room after having a quick conversation with their father. Not that it mattered. As soon as they saw the two of you curled up with one another, sleeping peacefully, they left you alone so that you could both get some much needed rest. 

“Ummm hi…..uhhh I couldn’t help but hear you sing. I know you have probably heard this a million times but man you were amazing.” You laughed. “Why thank you. That is very kind of you. Care to join me umm...” “Oh, just call me Twice.” You shook your head and walked towards a side door leading to the back where your dressing room was. As soon as you got there he stood around watching you relax.

“Have a seat and make yourself comfortable.” He sat down on the couch that against the wall as you got out of your performing clothes and walked into another room to change into something more comfortable. As he looked around he could see the many gifts people have given you and noticed a few love notes on them. He didn’t notice you standing off to the side as you watched him read some of the notes. He turned around to seat back on the couch but got startled by you.

“Oh, uhm I’m sorry I shouldn’t be putting my nose into people’s business like that.” You giggled and sighed. “Your fine some of them are going overboard anyway.” He turned his head to the side as he watches you sit next to him. “What do you mean? That crowd out there sure wasn’t going over board you were amazing.” You shook your head and looked at him. “Yeah but the thing is it wasn’t always like that.”

“When I was about eighteen I started to sing at this place. It was alright at first but then people started to come less and less to the point the owner of this place told me to hold off from singing. That hurt me so much I decided to not come here for a few years. One day I got the confidence to sing again and I started singing randomly at the park. At first everything was fine but then all these people were surrounding in numbers with a dazed look on there face. Like they were hypnotized. After I stopped singing everyone applauded and cheered.”

“Well turns out I have a siren quirk. That explains the dazed look on people’s faces and how I’m able to attract a good number at a time. At first I thought I got my spark back but turns out it’s my quirk. It doesn’t work when I talk. It only works when I’m singing. I’m not mad about it but I feel like people are not coming to see me. It’s just my voice bringing them in.”

Twice was looking at you and he couldn’t help but feel guilty in some way. “You know you didn’t “hypnotize” me. I have heard you for a few nights now and I came here on my own accord. I like hearing your voice.” You grinned a little. “Really? You don’t feel the sudden urge to come to the sound of my voice and be in a sudden daze?” He shook his head. “If you don’t believe me why not try it out now.”

You started to sing the song you sang tonight, and you watched Twice expression. He was watching you, but you could see he wasn’t in a daze like other people would be in by now. You stopped half-way and looked at him again. “See nothing to it.” You were about to say something but then there was a knock on your door. When you got up and opened it a group of people were standing right there. “Wow you are amazing can I get your autograph?” You looked at Twice and laughed and he grinned.

After that night Twice came to see you when you performed and stayed with you to walk you home. This was the first time in a long time you feel loved for more than just your quirk.

"BAKUGOU DON'T HURT HIM YOU CANT AFFORD TO GET IN TROUBLE AGAIN." Kirishima attempted to be a voice of reason, words falling on deaf ears.

All you were trying to do was go back to your office after printing copies of a memo for everyone's mailbox at the hero agency where you and the three pro-heroes worked. You were a general assistant, working with everyone and doing basic tasks. Typically, your days were relatively boring, one headphone in as you worked, distracting yourself from looking at the clock.

You watched from a distance as Denki was yanked back by Bakugou, tackled to the floor. Kirishima tried breaking them up as they battled for dominance- all in their Hero gear.

Walking up laughing, you admired the way everyone else in the offices down the hallway continued working as if this was nothing new- because it wasnt. These three were frequently this loud and troublesome.

"Hey hey hey- cool it you guys-" You said, joining Kirishima's pleas.

"THERE SHE IS THERE SHE IS! Y/N BAKU-" Denki tried saying something again, being cut off by Bakugous hand around his mouth.

"If you say another fucking word I will knock you unconscious, fuckwad." Bakugou growled to Denki, the silenced blonde giggling under his hand as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth and licked Bakugou.

"YOU FUCKING NASTY-" Bakugou ripped his hand away and jumped up, wiping his hand on his pants.

"You taste fuckin burnt- Y/N BAKUGOU HAS A CRUSH ON YOU SO BAD- HES A FUCKIN SIMP-" Denki managed to say before being shoved to the ground, Bakugou holding a sparking hand close to his face.

"Any final words, Pikachu?" Bakugou growled.

"No, I can die in peace knowing you actually have feelings." Denki said, being held to the floor.

"OKAY OKAY-" Kirishima yanked Bakugou off of Denki, shoving him against a wall. "COOL. IT. YOURE GONNA GET FIRED."

"I DONT CARE HE JUST TOLD Y/N THAT I- he told Y/n. Oh fuck." Bakugou turns to look at your shocked but smiling face. "H-he was lying." He attempted to cover his not-so-secret secret.

"Was he?" You asked, giggling.

"Mmhm."

"I was not-" Denki said, flinching when the exploding hero tried to get away from Kirishima and attack him again. "ADMIT IT!"

"NO YOU FUCKIN IDIOT I HAVENT EVEN-" He remembers that you are to his left, and his face goes red. He can't even look at you. "I havent come to fuckin terms with it yet."

"With what?" You ask, feigning stupidity.

"Having like...a crush? Thats so childish." Bakugou shakes his head.

"The word is but liking someone isnt." You said, crossing your arms.

"No I know but like-" Bakugou started stumbling over his words.

"So if you liked someone, what would you do?" You asked, teasing him, making him even more nervous and fidgety.

"Well- I mean if I really liked someone I'd tell them- I wouldnt have someone else do it." Bakugou said, glaring towards Denki who was smiling.

"And then what?" You asked, smirking.

"N-nothing. I mean I dont know if I could even- I never have time for shit. And if I really liked someone, I'd want to give them a lot of my time..." He admitted sheepishly.

"So you wouldnt ask them out?" You questioned further.

"No. What if I ended up hurting them? Besides labels are annoying when youre a hero. The media loves that shit and we wouldnt get privacy. I cant do- I wouldnt...do anything I guess." Bakugou caught himself, trying not to admit what was already out in the open.

"Thats a bummer. Hypothetically, if someone liked me I would totally want them to come clean about it and we could figure it out together. But, thats if someone liked me." You sigh, dramatically.

"Well if someone did like you... hypothetically... Im sure they would want to ask you on a proper date. And make you feel special because of all you do around the office for everyone. They would probably feel like you deserve to be taken care of the same way you take care of me- THEM- like- the hypothetical person." Bakugou said, deciding to look at you properly, remembering how absolutely breathtaking you are to him.

"God, I wish someone did like me then. That hypothetically sounds really fucking nice." You said, smiling.

Bakugou just sighed and looked at Kirishima and Denki, who were currently giving him a thumbs up.

"They would... probably take you to that nice restaurant a couple blocks over after work one day. And have you wear something nice-" Bakugou started.

"A SHORT DRESS TO SHOW YOUR NICE LEGS-" Denki was shut up by Kirishima this time, the red head clamping his hand around the blonde's mouth and whispering "shut the hell up" in his ear.

"I'd hypothetically wear a nice dress too. And I'd probably be free like- this Friday." You pushed your hair behind your ear.

"Then they would probably pick you up at like 6?" Bakugou asked indirectly.

"I'd be ready by 5:45." You beamed at him.

"If only someone actually wanted that to happen.” Bakugou sighed dramatically.

"So... you like me?" You asked.

"Yeah, I do." Bakugou admitted, looking at your smile.

"You think youre gonna do anything about it?"

Bakugou remembered his points from earlier, deciding to take your advice to just figure it out with you when the time came, but wanting to keep up this little game. "Nope. Absolutely not."

"I'll be ready by 5:45." You giggled.

"Good." Bakugou nodded, turning around. "Youre still not off the hook, Sparky." He said, cracking his knuckles and walking towards Denki and Kirishima.

"OH COME ON- YOU HAVE A HAPPY ENDING-" Denki struggle to get away from Kirishima.

"You wont." Bakugou assured him.

"Run, buddy." Kirishima said, letting him free to run, watching the two run down the hall.

"Theyre fucking insane." You chuckle.

"Yeah but now youuurreeee dating one of them." Kirishima sang, poking your nose.

"Yeah yeah- god hes a tough cookie to crack." You both laugh in agreement, bidding each other goodbye as you walked back to your office to brainstorm the perfect outfit for your date.

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You dominated in every fight you were in.

You knew exactly how to throw all his vicious words right back at him.

You weren’t afraid of anything.

You had a stupid smile that never left his mind.

Bakugou was so angry at himself one night when he couldn’t stop thinking about your smile- that he smashed a pillow to his face and screamed into it. Just so he could relieve himself a bit. But it still didn’t help much because his ears still flared afterwards.

Yet, for all your courage and the way you weren’t afraid to speak your mind.

You were so kind. You were nice to everyone…even him. Bakugou didn’t know how you had it in you. You helped everyone when they were down, you comforted people, and you gave advice freely. 

Bakugou wished…that you reached a hand out to him more though despite everything. He didn’t need help. The thought of someone pitying him made Bakugou sick to his stomach. But he wanted you to put a hand on his shoulder. Maybe say the stereotypical- ‘It’s all gonna be okay’. Even though that’s not what he really needed to hear.

This was all bullshit.

What was even more bullshit was how you especially helped Deku out. Deku broke his arms every other fight and you graciously offered him pointers. You were instructing him right now. Plus, you were smiling. 

At Deku. 

Disgusting.

Bakugou eyed the both of you from the sidelines. Everyone in Class 1-A was split off into different groups. At the moment, the two of you were on the training mat. You were going into various maneuvers- the nerd was eagerly nodding his head along to your words. You modeled different forms for him and Deku continually would praise them. He was too damn happy-go-lucky. 

Bakugou could see Deku’s mouth moving but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. You happily replied, “Well… how about you try it on?”

Deku held up his hands nervously and fretted for a moment. But you insisted.

“Come on Midoriya! We are training- just do it! So I’m just gonna run at you. It will be fun!”

“Okay Y/N…”

The two of you moved to opposite sides of the mat. Deku planted his feet in the ground firmly then nodded at you. You nodded at him back- then took off. 

You charged at him with everything you had, and when you came within arm’s reach of him. Deku lowered himself slightly, then moved upward swiftly, with the combined motion of both you and him. Deku flipped you on to your back. 

However, Deku didn’t even notice how his Quirk flared for a moment with the adrenaline he felt. He felt one brief second of accomplishment before he heard the loud thunk of you slamming into the ground. Too loud…

You groaned.

Deku came to your side immediately, a stream of words spilling out, “Oh I’m sorry! S..sorry… I didn’t even realize what I was-”

You put up a hand, “No you’re fine Midoriya! I’m glad you pulled it off.”

Deku reached out to you, and you accepted it.

However, you faltered. You pressed a palm to your lower back.

You huffed, “On second thought…”

Deku panicked again.

“Midoriya it’s fine. Nothing Recovery Girl can’t handl-”

Bakugou didn’t realize what he was doing. Why his legs were moving by themselves, and why he rushed forward as fast as he could.

Goddamnit.

Bakugou came upon the two of you and declared, “I’ll take you there.”

You gazed up at him, and Bakugou met you with his own eyes. You averted your own quickly when he did that. You stammered out quietly, “Oh…sure Bakugou-san…”

Bakugou was carrying you piggy back style to Recovery Girl’s office.

You had tried to say that as long as he just walked with you- it would be fine. But then Bakugou just yelled for you to hop on before he changed his mind.

You were pressed ever so slightly into him.

You were so close to him.

And you didn’t mind it one bit.

Until Bakugou opened his mouth.

“Y/N- you shouldn’t even bother with these extras.”

You shifted on Bakugou’s back.

“What do you mean Bakugou?”

“It’s exactly what I said…just don’t bother with everyone.”

Bother. That was one way of putting things. You fumbled with your hands that were in front. You had no clue what Bakugou was trying to get at…if anything you were just being yourself. This was part of being in U.A, this was a part of being a hero. Helping your classmates came as natural as breathing.

You weren’t really in the mood to argue with Bakugou. Your back wasn’t your friend at the moment and he could just drop your ass to the ground if you guys did argue. And you…just really didn’t want to.

Bakugou, despite all his flaws (particularly his choice of words and arrogance), you couldn’t help but admire him. He was strong…fierce….handsome. 

You fumbled with your hands in front of him.

That mouth on him frequently clashed with all your positive thoughts of him. Your need for respect demands you always say something right back at him. Lately, you were trying to just tell yourself to be calm and let it go over your head. Bakugou seemed to kind of back off as well. Which was…weird. Once again, you found yourself confused with how you felt. You kind of grew used to his remarks and even anticipated them.

What was your brain even doing?

“Well, in my opinion, none of our classmates are bothering me.”

“Tch, sure…”

Now what the hell did you expect- To not get a response like that from him?

You stated, “You can’t claim to know my feelings.”

Silence.

You spiky headed asshole.

So you added, “Maybe, if you reached out a hand more or accepted one from others. You would find that you wouldn’t be so miserable.”

That made Bakugou stop in his tracks. He craned his neck backwards and attempted to glare at you. You did catch a glimpse… so you scowled at him.

Bakugou honestly didn’t know how to reply to that. But the first thing to come out of his mouth was, “Don’t tell me what to do.”

He turned forward and marched onward. He heard a small sigh out of you and then you offered, “Literally though- I could give you some tips. We could train together!”

It made Bakugou’s heart flip to hear you say that. But he drowned that feeling quickly because he zoned in on the fact that you were offering him help. That you thought he needed it…that he wasn’t strong…and he was weak. You were so full of it. Did you really think so little of him? And you helped Deku…and now you oh so graciously offered him help. You had a lot of damn nerve.

Bakugou spat out, “I don’t need your stupid help! I’m not weak!”

You became dreadfully quiet for a few moments.

It was unbearable for him.

Then you asked softly, “Why are you like this?”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“One- why are you such an asshole? And two- why do you think you’re weak?”

Bakugou ignored the first question but then straightened up and exclaimed, “You just said I was.”

You scoffed, “No I didn’t. I offered to train with you…there is a big difference…”

Bakugou stopped once again.

“It’s the same damn thing to me, Y/N.”

Even though Bakugou couldn’t see you… he could sense your apprehension. He felt you shake your head, then you explained, “You confuse the hell out of me. I can’t believe I have to say this point blank- you’re not weak. I don’t believe that at all and I doubt anyone in class believes it either.”

Bakugou continued to stand still.

“And you didn’t really answer my questions at all. Why do you think you’re weak?”

He practically growled out, “I don’t!”

“Sure…”

“I’m not weak. And how you could not think I’m weak. You offered to train with me- as if I fucking need it! As if I’m…Deku…”

You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew Midoriya and Bakugou went to the same middle school. From the way Midoriya acted around Bakugou… you could feel the history between the two of them. Still- Midoriya seemed to think the world of Bakugou. 

You said, “Midoriya might break his arms every other fight but… he is growing. And that’s a good thing whether you like it or not, Bakugou. He will only get better.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

You don’t regret saying it because Bakugou needed to hear it from someone. Might as well be you. But it was the wrong thing to say because he immediately exploded.

“Things used to be so different. It was easier. I was at the top- I didn’t need to prove that I was the best! AND THEN I CAME HERE! Everyone’s growing…This is all….bullshit…”

Your breath had hitched and while you were used to his behavior. This was so…personal and you hadn’t seen this side of him. This was new.

Bakugou continued, “And you… why are you like this? Why are you so full of shit?”

And then Bakugou ruined it for you.

Your voice became shrill, “I’m the one full of shit. Are you kidding me? I’m just trying to… You really are something, Bakugou. I’m apparently full of shit but when you’re the one who just unloaded a lot of it.” 

You began to struggle on his back. Bakugou had a secure hold underneath your knees but it began to loosen with you thrashing. He shouted, “The fuck are you doing, dumbass?” 

“Getting the hell away from you!”

“You’re hur-

“I don’t care. Put. ME. DOWN.”

Bakugou slowly removed his hold from you, and you got down in about as graceful a manner as you could. When you pried away from him, he tried to walk with you, for just a few steps. Before you spun on your heels to face him and said, “Stop! Just leave me alone. I can walk by myself.”

As quickly as you could, you got away from him.

Bakugou didn’t know he could feel as lonely as he did when you left.

Recovery Girl really did work her magic as intended. Though she required you to stay for a few hours and rest. You pressed your back into one of the beds. You tried to relish the feeling of the cushion but it didn’t really help you out. Your back was better.

But your mind was scrambled.

How could someone so smart have his way of thinking? 

How could someone so strong think he was weak?

You definitely had some stronger insight on Bakugou but you still just didn’t get why he had to be that way. Despite all of what just happened…that inkling of admiration still tugged at your heart. 

You really did want to train with him.

You wanted to know him better.

You didn’t understand your own thoughts about him.

So you decided that for now it was easier to just try and doze off. Let dreams possibly take you to better circumstances, let them make you feel lighter.

Though your heart still felt heavy as you began to fall asleep.

About an hour or so later. You were flicked on the forehead and it made you jolt up in the bed. Grumbling, you rubbed your eyes and yawned. With vision becoming more defined, very clear blonde spikes became more prominent to you.

You whined.

“I’m not pleased with you. Go away.”

You were tethering between fully waking up and telling him off. Or just flipping your body over and ignoring him until he went away. Let sleep claim you again.

Bakugou started, “Look…I have just one more thing to say to you.”

You drew one long breath, and rolled your eyes.

“Go on.”

Before Bakugou could say his final piece, you did turn over on your side so you weren’t facing him. 

Bakugou started, “Tch…alright well. I don’t understand you in a lot of ways, Y/N. I don’t get why you feel the need to help our classmates. I just don-”

You interjected, “It’s just how I am and I’m going to continue to do so. I want to.”

Bakugou sighed, “Whatever…but I…take back one thing I said because it is not…true.”

You rolled back to the other side to face him, and arched your brow, “Keep going…”

Bakugou pouted.

You thought that was kind of cute.

He finished, “You’re not full of shit.”

Your eyes widened, you peered up at him, and you tilted your head to the side

Bakugou thought that was kind of cute.

You were kind of shocked that Bakugou would commit to this kind of gesture. He actually…apologized. This was new. 

Flustered, you stammered out, “I…I appreciate that, Bakugou.”

He added quickly, “I’m not in the interest of being a liar so…”

You smiled at him. A sleepy beaming one, and his heart did that flipping thing again. His chest tightened. You nestled your head into the pillow again, still looking up at him, and still grinning, “I guess…I have one more thing to say too…”

You already had all of his attention, but now his heart was racing on top of that.

“Midoriya is growing. Everyone in class is growing- and getting better. You can only get better, Bakugou…”

He glared for a second.

You gave him a look…don’t ruin it.

Bakugou gave you a haughty smile, and pointed at himself, “Well I’m going to be the best… so of course I am going to be better. Better then all of you”

You giggled.

Drowsy and sinking more into the pillow you replied, “Okay whatever you say.”

You fell right asleep again. 

Bakugou still never told you how he stayed a few moments longer that day. How he took a chance to enjoy your smile. How he enjoyed this time alone with you for a brief minute. How your words affected him but he wouldn’t admit it. How his life was changing and that he wanted you in it.