⨳​ “i Like You The Way You Are.” — Mha

that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing

pictures that describe your relationship pt 2

bnha girls x fem reader

hagakure

toga

camie

kendo

fuyumi todoroki

saying goodbye to bakugou before leaving on a mission.

giving your long term boyfriend and partner in the hero field a temporary goodbye was never going to be easy. especially when he was just as hesitant to see you off as you were to leave.

“listen, katsuki… i’ll be fine. we’ll text and call every day. trust me, i hate this as much as you do.” you gently placed your hands on either side of his face, feeling the smooth skin of his cheeks underneath your fingertips.

red eyes looked down at you. to a random passerby it would look like he was glaring at you with a gaze full of anger. it was anything but. that look was reserved for you and only you. it was a look full of sincerity, adoration and frustration. eyes that had seen gruesome sights, had seen a countless amount of tragedies but were still able to peer down at you with such an overwhelming amount of love.

his hand lifted to rest atop yours. “i know.. fuck. they coulda sent any hero t’ help with this mission! ‘course it had to be you. always gettin’ the short end of the stick.” his fingers entertwined with yours, bringing your smaller hand to his chest.

you gave him a small smile, squeezing his hand. “no one else has a quirk better suited for this mission than me. i have to do this, kats.” the look that he gave you told you he understood perfectly that this had to be done, he just wasn’t quite ready to accept it.

the distant sound of the subway train could be heard and you huffed a sigh, reluctantly letting go of the blonde’s hand and dropping your hands back to your side. you took a few steps back from him and pat down your shirt — a feeble attempt to discreetly wipe away the sweat that had formed on your palms due to the anxiety.

“(y/n). stay safe, for the love of fuckin’ god, you better stay safe. even if your pride or dignity is on the line, don’t you dare give up. stay strong and fight ‘till the end. got it?” his gaze was hooked onto you, desperately clinging onto the sight of your form. onto the perfume you used on the daily, onto the little fidgets you would do. he would rather die than forget a single thing about you.

you sent him a smirk, playfully rolling your eyes. “oh come on, i’m not like you! pride doesn’t mean everything to me. i wouldn’t die for something as silly as pride or dignity.”

bakugou scoffed at your words while crossing his arms that he toned to perfection over the years. “oh yeah? then tell me, what is it that a woman like you would die for? huh?”

your eyes drifted to the side before returning to meet his gaze. slowly, you lifted your arm to point right at him. the train sped past right at that very moment, causing the noise of metal rattling to fill the air and causing the both of your hair to fly freely.

red eyes widened slightly, never once breaking eye contact. before he could speak, a soft laugh left your lips. “just pointing at some dirt in your hair. lemme get it out.”

you stepped towards him, lifting your arm to pick at the imaginary dirt. not even giving you time to react, bakugou circled his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. a kiss which said a thousand words a second, all of the words the both of you couldn’t get out were said in that very moment. the words left unsaid.

reluctantly, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “come back to me. i don’t care how long it fuckin’ takes, just come back home.”

you pecked his lips once more and stepped away, backing towards the train doors. “i promise i’ll come back to you no matter what. see you later, katsuki.”

bakugou held himself back from sprinting to you, wrapping you in his arms, and bringing you back to your shared house. “better not break that promise or there’ll be hell ta’ pay. see you, (y/n).”

KISS ME MORE warnings: fem reader, friends to lovers, first kiss, cheesy as hell, profanity, innuendo to sex but nothing more. wc: ~1k an: i stopped editing like 2 paragraphs in bc i got boredd but here xoxo lmao

KATSUKI MADE BASIC COMMUNICATION SO DIFFICULT; always opting to let you try to piece together what he wanted and how he felt. It made maintaining your friendship hard.

Sure, you’ve been friends since middle school and you always did your best to excuse his actions, even the worst ones, because you knew he didn't mean anything he said or did. It was a facade and it seems like you were the only person who could see that.

That observation came with a sense of individuality and intimacy. When you were around his fists stopped flying and his eyes were less tense; The prior beating red glare being replaced with scattered glances of soothing red.

That's how it’s always been; You, patient and sweet, doting on his every move and staying close to him like a lost dog. He couldn't quite understand why you were so patient with him, especially because he looks back on everything that he did from the ages of thirteen to seventeen with embarrassment, but you were always so soft and so gentle, even then. You were so understanding, understanding to a fault, even; Holding his sweaty hands when he cried and kicked himself, letting himself deteriorate to your quiet hymns of praise and condolence.

Somewhere along the nights comfort paired with rewatching Die Hard per his request and basking in each other's presence like the other one wasn't there- like two people in a real relationship would- brought an unquenched thirst for eachother that neither of you knew would ever be satisfied.

Maybe that's why these feelings embarrassed him- because he was so used to pretending like you two were together, but actually thinking about it? Thinking about putting a label with that much weight on the nights where you clung to him while eagerly talking about some new plot you came up with while you were showering? That would change everything, and Katsuki didn’t know if that was good.

Right now he felt it even more. God, you looked so pretty. The way your glossy lips looked while you applied mascara drove him crazy. Unfortunately for him, his staring didn't go unnoticed.

“Katsuki,” you asked, looking over at him and blinking slowly as to not mess up your makeup, “D’you wanna put some on?”

He shook his head, scoffing in a laugh. “Fuck no,” He laughed, making your eyebrows furrow. “Why’d you even ask me that?”

“You were staring,” You teased, painting a faux pout on your face. “C’mon, let me put some on, just real quick!”

He shook his head again, paired with a ‘no way,’ but your begging was more rhetorical than anything. You made your way to him, letting yourself climb on top of him with a closed eyeliner bottle in your hand. “Woman, cut it out,” He laughed, half-heartedly trying to push you off of him. Sure, he didn't want you to put makeup on him per se, but he alsoKnew he was about to let you do whatever the fuck you wanted.

“Nuh-uh,” You shook your head and he snorted. “Now come here,” You whined, trying to get him to stop leaning away from you. He huffed, letting you get real close to his face.

He could kiss you. He definitely could.

And he decided he definitely would.

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling youcloser to him, close enough for your lips to touch, and he could feel the sting of your lip plumper and he could taste the chemical strawberry tang. The kiss was short- no more than five seconds before you pulled away- and yet he found it was the boldest thing that he’s done this far of knowing you.

When you pulled away you didn't jump off of him, but your mouth hung open in shock before you spoke.

“Katsuki!” You shrieked, but there was no disdain or disgust in your voice like he’d imagined. Either way, the guilt still caught up with him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he began, his lips dusted with a pretty pout of lip gloss while he put his forearm up to push you off of him with the intent of apologizing and taking his leave, maybe even throwing in a few more apologies and promises to give you something later to make up for his actions, but you didn't budge.

Instead, you kissed him again, harder this time, and he found himself shocked, but that doesn't mean he didn't oblige. He let your kiss drown out your guilt as much as he let it and his hands found their way to your waist.

“‘Suki?” You finally asked, lips close to his while you looked him in the eyes. “What was that about?” He stayed quiet, amber eyes bleeding into yours before he looked away.

“Nothing,” he simplified it, sitting up and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You let him sit in his silence for a moment before you spoke again. “You like me, huh?

He immediately jolted up and pushed you off of him, making sure you landed on your soft pillows before standing up. “God, shut the fuck up!” He shoved a pillow in your face and scoffed.

You laughed before lifting the pillow from your face, finding him pouting while looking down at you. You let out an overexaggerated ‘ooh’ to tease him, paired with, “Katsuki loves me! He’s obsessed with me- just infatuated,” You feigned drama, letting a hand go to your forehead.

He leaned down so his eyes were level with you before smirking. “Yer the worst.”

You leaned up and kissed him again, smiling with content after. “Love you too, Kats.”

“Mhm. Damn straight you do.”

katsuki has reading glasses. he doesn’t wear them at school because he thinks they make him seem too approachable. so he wears contacts, but in private places like his dorm, yours, or at home he has them on. the first time you saw him with the on you stared and had a big grin on your face. he looked 10x more attractive so you couldn’t help yourself but squeal internally at the sight. katsuki did notice you though and snickered.

without looking in your direction he turned the next page in the book he was reading. “take a picture it’ll last longer.” he quipped sarcastically. but you were about to take true to his words and pulled your phone out to snap a picture. when he heard the shutter go off his head snapped up and narrowed his eyes. “i was being sarcastic.”

“i know, but you look so good!” you exclaimed as you showed him the photo. he looked at it momentarily before looking back at you.

“if anyone else sees that i’m deleting it from your phone.”

Every group got

• Sensible • Dumbass • Homosexual • Dork •

Friendships with BNHA school students part 1/?

Sitting here thinking about how I’d interact with the BNHA characters. Friendships!

Bakugou: the first time I shifted, I flipped him off. Every time I see him we fight over something stupid. It’s not your typical hate friendship either. He’ll bully me over my fear of lightning (my quirk) and I’ll call him out on the dumb actions he’d do. I found out he can be overprotective in his own way. There was a moment where he dragged me out of my room by carrying me down the steps and me struggling. Though it was harsh, he told me to stop moving unless I wanted him to dropped me. He had a GRIP on me, in a way I like to think as protectiveness. Still a shithead though. 

Deku: I haven’t got to really meet meet him but I see him as a peacemaker when Bakugou and I fight. I’d get along with his brain storming. While he talks in gibberish, I put together what he says (Vice versa) Green boi imo would be the biggest sweetheart and protective. 

Todoroki: Never really seen Todoroki, only once. He shut up an argument with Bakugou by saying we act like a married couple. (Love angry boi but no) I feel like I’d be able to sit in silence with him without having to force myself to talk. Maybe even eat noodles with him and watch a show.

Denki: I went shopping one time with him and I’m pretty sure the kid showed up in a pikachu costume. I’d love to see what would happen if I gave him one of my Monster drinks. Very hyper sparky boy? Yes please. Absolutely chaotic when I’m around him. Purposely going around and shocking people to see their hair poof up. And pranks. LOTS of pranks with him.

Kirishima: This sweet kid helped me with my fear of lightning. He bought me a pair of noise canceling headphones in my FAVORITE color just because he felt bad. Also has saved me from getting kill by bomb boy. Blushes a lot with affection. If I did work out, he’d definitely be my go to work out buddy. even after finding out the real me, he still cared for me like it was nothing.

Sero: I feel like sero would be the type to skate. I have a skateboard that I used and if I were close with him I’d for sure skate with him. Hope to interact with him more soon.

Mina: this chick would definitely try to get me all dress up. Gossips a lot. Legit was in my face about who I was when I met her. I’m not the type to dress up however I wouldn’t mind picking outfits out with her or go shopping. Hype but laid back.





𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔠

They are

Best fwends

They cuddle

Platonically

I wish to cuddle someone

Platonically

♡ Second Chances ♡

♡ Katsuki Bakugo ♡

♡ Cw: gender neutral reader, villain reader, bad mental health, bullying, language, angst, no happy ending ♡

♡ 3.7k words ♡

♡ I think I might turn this into a series... thoughts are appreciated because I liked this a lot! ♡

Your footsteps made soft thuds against the pavement. Your walks home after school were always lonely and quiet, but you preferred them that way.

"Hey, look who it is," you hated the voice that rang out behind you.

Why here? Why now?

You only wished you could curl up into a ball and let the world swallow you. It would be easier than the encounter that was about to happen.

"What the hell do you want, Bakugo?" you snapped as you turned to face the blond and his friends.

They walked towards you surrounding you.

"What's this?" Bakugo asked taking some of your belongings from your hands.

"Give it back," you demanded while reaching forwards toward your things.

Bakugo was just much quicker and stronger than you were. He pushed you away while moving your things further away.

His shove was harder than intended. It sent you crashing into the pavement below you. You let out a small noise in pain and shock when you hit the ground.

"Aw, are you gonna cry about it?" Bakugo asked towering over you.

Your bottom lip trembled slightly as tears did begin to well up in your eyes, but you swore not to let him see how he got to you. You clenched your hands into fists as your blood boiled.

"Just leave me alone, Bakugo," you snapped. "I would never cry over someone stupid like you."

His face went into shock with everyone else's. Even you were a bit surprised at your outburst, but it was the only way you could stop from crying. However, it was out of character for you.

"You hear that, guys?" Bakugo taunted lowering himself to your height on the ground. "They think they're all tough now. Is that what you think? You're tough?"

"N-no," you stuttered.

He laughed leaning backwards in an overexaggerated manner, "How pathetic."

He dropped your things in front of you. All your belongings scattered all over the sidewalk.

You began picking up your things trying to keep yourself together.

"What a freak," you heard Bakugo laugh out as he walked away.

Both of his friends who were with him were laughing uncontrollably.

What a freak.

That phrase echoed in your mind.

Your feet carried you home without much or any thought to it. You were focused on him.

What had you ever done to deserve this hate? You were top of your class and had a very impressive quirk, yet you still received more hate from everyone than even someone like Deku. It didn't matter. Who cares what they all thought? They're the... freaks.

It was dark all around. There was a dim light that beamed from right overhead. Silence filled the room. There was a thick air to everything that was happening.

The door opened. Your head snapped in its direction.

In walked none other than the pro hero you wanted to see least of all.

Katsuki Bakugo.

"Y/N?" he questioned.

"Yeah," you rolled your eyes.

"What the hell are you doing getting caught up in this mess?" he asked sitting across the table from you.

He still threw his weight around as if he owned whatever space he was in. He had a different air about him now. He was a bit calmer, but you could still sense his tense nature. He hadn't changed that much.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you shrugged.

He sighed, "We know you're not innocent. We caught you in the act."

"You didn't catch me doing anything," you snarked.

He got up with an annoyed groan.

You flinched a bit half-expecting more of the assault he caused you as kids.

Instead, he moved to the corner of the room. He shut off the camera that was in the corner. Then he shut off the blinds to the large window opposite you and the small one on the door. Then, he unplugged a recording device at the end of the table.

Finally, he sat across from you again.

"This is off the record now," he spoke. "What happened? What's going on? If someone put you up to this all you have to do is-"

You started laughing interrupting him.

"What?" he asked.

You calmed down a bit, "You really think that someone put me up to this?"

He paused for a moment, "Well, you were so determined back when we were kids to become a hero. You had an amazing quirk. I just-I guess I assumed that you-"

"Don't assume," you snapped.

"So, you meant to do all of this?"

"Of course I did."

"Why? What happened?"

"Why would you care what happened to a freak?"

It hit him like a load of bricks right to the skull.

"No," he breathed out.

You smirked and leaned back in the chair, "That's right, Bakugo. You the number two pro hero helped in my villain story."

"I didn't think you wou-I mean we were just kids," he explained.

"Words hurt," you spoke.

"I never knew," he said as if he was putting everything together... and he was. "I was so stupid back then."

"Seems you aren't much better now," you snarked.

He just looked at you.

"What?" you asked. "Did you think I would turn out a success story like Deku?"

"I didn't think you would turn out like this," he admitted.

You shrugged, "No one did."

There was a knock on the door.

"Guess your time here is up," you sighed out in relief.

"Come in," he said.

"We can't allow you any more time," another man said from just outside the door.

Bakugo got up and slumped over, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

He walked out sulking.

"Can't I just do jail time instead?" you groaned.

"It's crucial to the new program we have in place," the man in front of you explained. "This new rehabilitation program for... those who are known lawbreakers."

"You've truly got a way with words don't you?" you rolled your eyes.

The man ignored you and continued, "We've set you up with a hero who we believe will be best to work with you. We hope that you will cooperate and get through this trial period well."

"What if I don't?" you quipped.

"Then you'll be back to jail to serve your time," he explained.

You rolled your eyes with a groan, "Fine. I'll oblige."

"Come on, then," he instructed.

You stood from your seat and followed him.

The hallway which you walked down was dark. The small lights that were along the walls were all tinged yellow. Most of the lights were flickering as if they may go out at any moment.

Great facility they run here.

"Here you are, sir," the man spoke gesturing towards you. "She's all yours."

Your jaw almost hit the floor. You felt your entire body tense. You were seething.

Why him?

"Oh, shit," he muttered.

You turned to the man, "I don't think this is going to work out anymore."

"Did you actually think it would from the start?" Bakugo asked.

You turned quick to glare at him.

The other man chuckled lightheartedly, "If you're referring to your prior history with each other we are well aware and think that it might aid in your rehabilitation."

"Fat chance," you spat.

"Come on," Bakugo snarked.

There was a woman who came to meet with you both. She placed a tracker on you and explained to both of you how it would work.

"So, you're in my custody," Bakugo smirked at you while walking out of the building.

You rolled your eyes, "Don't be so smug about it. I don't plan on making this easy for you."

"Ditto," he nodded. "Come on."

You followed him down the street, "So, what are we doing today?"

"You'll see," he waved you off.

His entire demeanor over this infuriated you. He was such an ass back in school and now here he was getting everything you had ever wanted. No one knew who he really was. It frustrated you to no end. The world must see him as someone so different.

"Here we go," he spoke turning into a very large building.

You looked up to see the large lettering. Must have been some hero agency. Maybe even the one he worked for.

"Where are we?" you asked walking to catch up with him.

"My hero agency," he spoke.

"You're joking," you scoffed.

"Bakugo," a man with bright red hair beamed as he walked towards you both.

"What do you want, shitty hair?" Bakugo groaned.

Huh, who was that?

"Is this the one you were talking about?" the red-haired man asked.

He was a tall figure whose smile should have been terrifying with his sharp teeth barred, but it was warm and inviting somehow. He had bright red eyes that matched his hair. Over one of his eyes was a scar... now that you were looking over his body he had a few scars.

"I'm Kirishima," he beamed. "It's so nice to meet you."

His hand was outstretched towards yours. He looked so happy and excited.

You reached out your hand to take his, "Y/N."

"So, I hear that you and Bakugo went to school together," he started.

"Yeah," you scoffed.

"I bet he was just as peachy back then as he is now," Kirishima winked.

"We've got things to do," Bakugo groaned walking off.

You walked quickly to match his pace.

"He seemed nice," you smirked. "Unlikely that someone like him is friends with you."

Bakugo sighed, "He's my best friend."

"Even surpassing Deku," you chuckled.

"Shut it," he growled pushing you into an office.

You looked around. Everything in the room was so nice and neat and in perfect order.

"Whose office?" you asked.

"Mine," Bakugo shrugged walking towards some drawers.

You scoffed, "No way. Seriously."

"I am serious," he said.

You looked around again. You were slightly stunned that he would have such a nice place. Though, last you remembered he was a bit of a neat freak.

"Here," he spoke throwing some clothes at you.

You quickly grabbed it and held it up. It was a pretty tight looking bodysuit.

"What's this for?" you asked.

"We're going on patrol, and you can't be seen out patrolling in... that," he said gesturing to your jail attire.

You rolled your eyes, "So, where do I change?"

"Here," he shrugged. "I'll turn around."

"As if," you tsked.

"I can't let you out of my sight, so this is the best you'll get," he said turning around.

"I picked the wrong line of work," you groaned.

You quickly changed out of your jail clothes and pulled on the bodysuit.

"Do I get anything to go over this?" you asked.

"In the drawer over there are some other clothes," he waved to where he got the suit from. "Just get something you want to go over that."

"So, if I can pick something else why this then?" you asked.

He walked over to a cabinet and began taking out his own gear and suiting up, "Because it's the new protocol for this program."

"Whatever."

"Think you can keep up?" Bakugo asked as he ran in front of you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you smirked at him, "You know I can."

"Remember, stay close to me, and don't get involved," he called out over his shoulder.

He started running into the battle that was going on in the middle of town. You were quick to chase after him. If you got too far away from him your tracker would go off which would alert the authorities. After one strike you were back to doing your time. However, you'd be lying if you didn't admit that you liked this.

"Over here," he called.

You quickly caught up to him after he had to make a series of maneuvers. You weren't authorized to use your full quirk abilities, but you were able to score a permit with this release for limited use. With that in mind using your quirk made it much easier to keep up and avoid the battle going on all around you.

"Bakugo, look out!" you yelled out to him.

He directed his attention to the oncoming debris from the battle. He threw a blast at it and was able to shatter it before it had a chance to hit him. Behind him was a group of citizens huddled together trying to take cover. You both had helped to save them.

"Cover me!" he yelled back.

Without missing a beat you were hot on his heels helping him to avoid all the attacks while he worked to take down villains.

Surprisingly, the two of you worked together very well.

Maybe he had changed some.

"Sure, here are the rest of the cuffs I used," Bakugo spoke handing over the quirk cuffs he had used on the villains.

"Y/N!" Kirishima called from behind you.

You turned and waved to him.

"How did you like that?" Kirishima asked.

You had really just come down from the adrenaline rush the battle gave you, but you were honest, "It was something else."

"Had fun, huh?" Bakugo asked nudging your arm.

You rolled your eyes.

"Don't ruin it for her," Kirishima scolded him before turning to you. "You know, you did a really good job saving those people."

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

"Those people that were about to get hit by the debris I crumbled," Bakugo chimed.

"I didn't do anything," you shrugged.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, "Yes, you did. I didn't see it. If it weren't for you, they would have been crushed with me."

"I didn't even realize," you spoke in awe.

"So, you mean to tell me you only yelled to me because it was about to hit me?" Bakugo smirked.

"Don't push it," you snapped.

"Not only that, but you worked to help take down two of the strongest villains we have on the streets right now," Kirishima chimed.

"It was nothing," you waved them off.

Kirishima started walking away when he called over his shoulder, "You two should try and get along better. You make a great team."

You looked over to Bakugo who was looking angrily towards Kirishima.

"I still don't see how someone like him tolerates your attitude," you giggled.

"One could say the same about you," Bakugo snapped.

You just continued to laugh and roll your eyes.

"Come on, loser," Bakugo groaned walking off. "It's about time for you to go back."

It was a fairly quiet walk back to Bakugo's agency. He didn't seem like he was interested in talking to you, and that was alright with you. He hadn't changed much. Maybe to others, he was different, but to you, he was the same.

"Get changed," he told you as you entered his office again.

"Don't we have some time?" you asked.

He sighed, "Being a hero isn't always just fighting. It's a lot of paperwork too."

"Is that what you're going to do now?" you pressed.

He sat down and started taking off some of his gear, "It's what I'm going to do. You're going to get changed and wait on me to finish the initial part of my report."

You sighed.

Still, you changed and plopped down on a chair in front of Bakugo's desk.

You just sat and watched him. There were small scars that littered some of his face, neck, shoulders, and arms that you hadn't noticed before. His eyebrows were furrowed as he stared intently as he typed up his report. That was probably why he had wrinkles around them along with the dark circles that were just starting to become visible under them.

"You should take a picture, it'll last longer," he smirked not looking up at you from his work.

"I was just admiring how ugly you were," you snapped back, crossing your arms and looking away.

"Good come back," he snickered.

There was a softness to him now. He was more relaxed and playful than he had been.

"So, can I ask why you chose the life you did?" he asked.

You thought for a moment about how you wanted to respond, "Because of people like you."

He looked up at you from his computer. He just stared for a moment waiting for you to elaborate.

"Well, you were out to become a great hero, but that didn't stop you from being an ass," you said flatly. "I didn't want to fall into a world with people like you."

"Oh, but villains are so much better?" he snapped back.

You rolled your eyes, "Do you even remember how mean to me you were? All the rude comments. You physically assaulted me on more than one occasion."

"I remember," he spoke.

There was a very slight hint of sadness in his voice. It was as if he really felt something over being so mean to you all those years ago.

"That's it?" you asked.

He sighed, "Look, there isn't going to be much that I can tell you that's going to change your opinion of me, right?"

You just looked at him a little surprised at his answer.

"I can say how sorry I am or how I've changed my ways, but that doesn't change the emotional and physical damage I did to you," he continued. "Why bother with someone who is so far gone? That's why I was against this program, to begin with. People like you will do anything to not own up to your own actions as a bad person."

"I'm the bad person?" you spat.

He scoffed, "Sure, I had my fair share of being a bad person back in the day, but I decided that I wanted to do better with my life. What did you do? Decide that you would cause others pain because it's what you went through. I turned all my hate around and finally put it to good use."

"Are you seriously still trying to make yourself sound better than be?" you snapped.

"No, but if that's how you take it then so be it," he shrugged.

"You have no idea what I went through to be here," you spat standing up out of anger. "I tried to push through and get into a good hero school and I got reject after reject. Most other schools didn't want to take in someone 'so talented'. I spent years trying to get into anything and got rejected for it all. I really never was good enough for anything."

"So why be a villain?" he pressed.

You continued, "I couldn't find work. I was living in the villain districts in town because it was all I could afford. I had to make friends where I could. The streets were scary. I had to make it on my own. No one ever cared about me or what happened to me. I was alone. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Did you try for a hero license?"

"More times than I can count. I got denied every time because of my poor skills with my quirk. I never really learned how to use my quirk how I needed to. I never had the proper training."

"So how did you get so good?"

"Eventually, other 'bad guys' started teaming up with me. Villain organizations will pay out more than you think for help. I started working with others and coordinating moves and quirks to learn how to use my abilities more."

A tear fell from your cheek. It was the first time you noticed you were crying.

"Shit," you mumbled.

"You're right, I didn't know any of that," Bakugo admitted. "Why didn't you ever reach out to anyone?"

You scoffed crossing your arms, "Yeah, like who? My school bully?"

"You didn't have anyone to turn to?" he pressed.

"No," you were practically sobbing at this point. "In fact, I met up with some people we used to go to school with in the villain district. They weren't so surprised to see me. They all understood."

"Others would have understood too."

"Like who? No one wanted to help me. I tried everything. There was no one left. We live in a cruel world, Bakugo. You got the easy route in life. I had to take the hard route and look where it got me. Working under you in a remedial program. Some glorious life I could have had, but you ruined it for me."

There was a knock at the door.

"Sit," Bakugo instructed. "Pull yourself together."

You did as instructed. You felt broken. This had brought up so many old memories and feelings. You hated him. Who cared if he changed? He was still the same person he had been before.

"Sir, it's time for you to leave," the woman who had entered the room spoke. "They're waiting for you and... them."

"We're coming," he nodded.

He watched her leave the room and waited a moment. Then, he looked at you.

"It's time to go," he spoke.

"It's probably for the better," you spat.

The walk back was again quiet. Before had been almost a comfortable silence. This... this was different. ]\=

'[The air was thick. There was an obvious wedge between the two of you that neither of you wanted to address. Instead, you would both rather have walked in uncomfortable silence and tension.

Your lungs felt tight. The air felt thick around you. It was hard for you to catch your breath, but like any other time you held it all in and acted as if everything was fine.

The rest of the day was a blur. You just coasted through on auto-pilot. Nothing mattered anymore. You were again reminded of why you were where you were, and it hurt. However, you were alone in this world. You had no one, and that was alright with you.

Once back in your cell you sat on your bed staring straight out in front of you.

"So, how did things go, sir?" you heard one of the guards ask.

"Fine, I guess," Bakugo spoke. "Though, I don't think it's best if I am paired with them for the program."

"That's sad to hear," the guard replied. "We hoped you both would be great fits for each other because of your past."

Bakugo grunted, "Yeah, that's the problem."

You broke down. You were completely broken. Your one chance at anything close to your dream was gone. You were... alone.