#suppor course reader

To go back to the male ignorance part of your vernacular you’re referring to one man in particular. Your father.

The Goya family had a long line of doctors and was dreadfully traditional. You being the youngest child and only daughter to your father caused a plethora of arguments and disagreements.

Be sensible he says. You say screw it and apply to UA in middle school along with your friends. Friends he also isn’t very fond of but people you would protect with your life.

To be completely honest, it’s their influence that pushed you toward the path of heroism. The only difference was your goals didn’t match theirs.

While they prefer being out in the field making change, you create it.

You inherited the quirk that created your family’s legacy, blueprint. In the simplest of terms you have the powers of a master builder (if you know you know). You can break down an object, living or inanimate, into its core components. You can also build up an object to its highest potential. That is reserved for inanimate objects.

While you still struggle with dry eye your quirk has gotten significantly stronger over the years. Just as much as Izuku and Katsuki have. Which brings you back to the present matter.

Getting Kacchan to spar with you without killing you in the process.

“Come on Kacchan please,” you whine. Trailing after him like a lost duck with your notebook tucked under your arm. “It’ll just be for today. One day and I won’t bother you again.”

“Bullshit,” he scoffs. Not sparing you a glance as he sharply turns the corner to the training rooms. “You’ll be here tomorrow then the next. I can’t have you screwing up my training.”

“Katsuki,” you groan. Speeding up to catch up to him. “I can’t finish my project without you.”

Puppy eyes don’t work on Bakugou. At least not now. The one thing you both can agree on is your work is your work. Disrupting his training would be an inconvenience but you’re hoping he’ll make an exception because well, you’re asking.

Aside from Izuku, Bakugou definitely has a soft spot for you. It didn’t show its face until the very end of first year but it was there.

“I’ll take you out for ramen after.”

“You don’t fucking-”

“Ok I’ll pay for our next coffee run.”

“I don’t drink that shit.”

“Fine, I’ll call your mom.”

He stops. “You wouldn’t.”

You would. But to truly hit the last nail in the coffin you utter your next words with the utmost class and refinery.

“Izuku trained with me. Guess he’s just better at managing his schedule than you.”

You grin triumphantly as you see his brow twitch. There’s even that little vein popping on his head that you’ve seen ever since you were children.

“See, I- ah!”

You yelp as he unceremoniously picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His arm holds you firmly but that does little to stop you from hitting his back. His other hand preoccupied with holding onto your notebook.

“Put me down! I can walk asshole!”

“Shut up dammit! I’m helping you aren’t I?”

“That doesn’t mean you have to pick me up!”

“You’re slow as shit!” He huffs. Adjusting you when you start tilting forward.

You open your mouth to protest before slumping in defeat. “Yeah ok.”

Bakugou steals your grin and your victory.

“You sure you want to do this brain?”

“I’m starting to regret asking.”

“That’s the spirit.”

-

“Hey Bakubro I- who is this?” Kirishima’s smile falls. He would not be an accomplice to a kidnapping. Kidnapping is where he draws the line.

Kirishima watches as you fall to the mat with a grunt. Glaring at Bakugou before kicking him away.

“Thanks a lot dickwad, I’m pretty sure you broke a rib.”

“Stop whining.”

You mimic his voice in a mocking tone. Blowing a raspberry towards Bakugou’s back once he turns away.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks again. Somewhat relieved but also concerned at the dynamic presenting itself.

“Brain, Shitty hair. Shitty hair, brain.”

“That’s not an introduction Kacchan!”

“Kacchan…?” Kirishima mumbles. Now he’s thoroughly confused.

With a start you stand to your feet. Jogging over to the two but mostly keeping your eyes on Bakugou.

“You didn’t tell me you already had a partner. If you had just said something-”

Bakugou thrusts his hand in your face. Narrowing his eyes at the guilt making its way onto your expression.

“Don’t be stupid. You need all the help you can get, right?”

“Well-” you pause,“yeah…”

“Then?”

You sigh, shoulders sagging as you admit defeat again. “Mm, I get it. Thank you Kacchan.”

He clicks his tongue and looks away. Gesturing to Kirishima before stepping off the mat.

“Oh, right.” You chuckle nervously. Flicking your eyes over to a redhead currently lacking a shirt. “Goya, (f/n). Go-Go is fine.”

“Go-Go?” Kirishima laughs. The pieces clicked together in his mind. “Kacchan? Both Midoriya?”

You nod, a smile replacing your earlier expression. “Izuku has a knack for names.”

“Nerd,” Bakugou chortles. Returning with wrapped hands and a roll for your own.

“I’m Kirishima Eijiro.” Kirishima interjects. Smiling so brightly you almost shield your eyes. “Nice to meet you Go-Go.”

You hum in agreement. Glancing over to Bakugou when you feel his calloused hand on your wrist. Skillfully wrapping your hands in white bandages.

“Explain.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

Kirishima isn’t surprised by the enthusiasm you extrude because it’s similar to Midoriya’s rambling. He is, however, peeking glances over at Bakugou.

He’s not sure he’s ever seen Bakugou act calm for anyone but Midoriya. Even then it’s short lived.