WHY DID I BINGE 60 EPISODES OF HUNTER X HUNTER IN THREE WEEKS!!!! I AM SUCH A LOST CAUSE😂😭

I purposely kept descriptions to a minimum in this oneshot, read on and you'll understand.

"I talked to Mr. Aizawa and he has no problem with you sitting in on the class today. Sound cool right?"

"I have no use for the study of hero work but I guess anything is better than sitting in my room and listening to tapes all day," you smiled brightly towards your escort for the day. His name is Izuku Midoriya and he has the most gentlest hold on your hand despite the many scars you could feel on them. They ran deep, skin all rough and aching for recovery. Izuku did say that he's a hero in training despite him going out of his way to treat you to a seat within his class at UA. Deep down you wanted to see the school in person. Everyone says UA is the most extravagant hero school in Japan but of course your eyes can't see the truth and you choose to hear everything as a rumor rather than a song of truthful happiness. Long story short, it's difficult living in general where you trust just about no one... Except, Midoriya is one of few people you've found absolutely nothing deceitful against.

His heartbeat remained calm. Yes, Midoriya's heartbeat ramped up a little upon taking your hand but that was expected. You're a girl and he's a teenage boy, most likely innocent to heart like a child who's afraid of catching a girl's 'cooties.' One thing you've noticed over the last hour of walking was his heartbeat ramping up little by little ever since he's escorted you within a building. His school perhaps? Oh right... Again, he's a teenage boy. Midoriya is probably embarrassed to be walking around school holding another girl's hand. People will assume you both are an item, when in reality he's nothing more than your toy for the day...

"We're in my classroom!" Midoriya announced with a near stutter to his voice. "Mr. Aizawa sat up a desk in the back for you-"

"Thanks," you unlatched your hand from his own and walked directly down the aisle of desks. There was a faint breeze against your palm, apparently it was laced with some sort of moisture. "Izuku is... disgusting," you wretched realizing it was Midoriya's sweat that covered your right hand.

"He's a moron too," a grumpy Male commented to your right. He must've heard what you said previously no doubt.

"I have nothing against Izuku besides how sweaty he is," you pointed out as you had no real reason to insult your escort.

"Then why the hell were you holding his hand? Did Deku dress you too? Your clothes don't match for shit!" The same boy's anger escalated to new levels.

All you could do was take in a deep breath and ignore just about everything. "Match or not, I'm old enough to pick my clothes for the day and choose not to rely on my parents for things I don't need help with," all that you're aware of is that you chose to wear a blouse and miniskirt today. Apparently you look like a dork but you're dressed and that's all that matters. "I suggest you bite your tongue. If you were in my shoes I wouldn't throw insults at others which means you were raised with all so little respect-"

Your wrist was snatched. "You have guts to walk in here and insult me bitch!"

"Kacchan leave her alone!" You heard Midoriya scream with urgency and your wrist squeezed ever tighter into a death grip.

"This bitch insulted me!" That angry boy backed up his claims.

"Only cause you had the nerve to insult me first," you hissed in response.

"Well I still don't understand how your parents allowed you to walk out of the house dressed like a blind first grader!"

"She IS blind!" Midoriya successfully got you out from Kacchan's grasp as well as a thick silence to settle in the space. "Sorry for the misunderstanding Kacchan. Just please leave (Y/n) alone for the day? I'm escorting her around the city because she's All Might's niece and he-"

"No need to explain Deku," Bakugou huffed. He's unable to look at you anymore. "I'll admit I was a dick. I deserved the insults."

"You are a dick," you stuck your nose up at the boy. "However, I earned my end of the insults as well. Can't remember the last time someone had said something about the way I dress. I've probably been walking around all stupid for the last few years," seriously, nobody has commented on the way you dress ever since you broke away from your remaining relatives for a chance at independence like everyone else who can see at your age. Now you sort of wish someone had said something sooner.

"Look, I already said I'm sorry. Get out of my face before I insult you again," Bakugou huffed and turned to face the front of the class.

"If you have anything else to insult me on I'd happily listen," you snickered. "Maybe we can talk later Kacchan?"

"I'm not Kacchan!" Bakugou gripped at his desk with a chilling grit of his teeth. "Call me Bakugou and nothing else..."

"Alright! Talk later Bakugou."

With Bakugou's choice of clothing comment had you asking Midoriya if he could escort you to the lost and found for some decent clothing. Turns out, ever since Midoriya picked you up this morning even he had problems with your clothes but didn't want to hurt your feelings. So you switched out for a spare school uniform that Nezu supplied you and the rest of the day went smoothly. You were lost the entire class which wasn't a surprise, you've never been to hero school before. So instead you listened to the many conversations that happened throughout the classroom since you had enhanced hearing.

Mineta and Kaminari were talking about the latest porn they both watched. You had no idea what porn was, but apparently their favorite parts was when a school girl got a lollipop from her teacher. Didn't sound all that bad to you.

Aoyama was excited about his sparkly new mascara. Since when were boys into makeup? You could've sworn that was a girl's thing.

And apparently Uraraka and Ashido have been taking turns doing things to you, scurrying back to their seats and giggling that you didn't react to anything. First thing, what did they do? And two, how come you couldn't feel it?

When the school day ended a few students formally introduced themselves to you with handshakes since of course you couldn't see them. Iida had strong hands. Mineta's were unusually small. Momo's were smooth and ultra soft like an angel. Kirishima's were rough with a few scars but nothing like Midoriya's. Tokoyami gave you two handshakes for some odd reason: the first felt ordinary, the second felt like you were petting the screen to an led Tv. And lastly Uraraka's handshake also felt ordinary minus the fact she didn't use her pinky. That or she only had four fingers on her right hand. Introductions were cut short when Mr. Aizawa wanted to go home and scared just about everyone off.

Midoriya made sure to take you by the hand, his were as clammy as ever, and began the journey to his class dormitory since he was gonna drop you off with your uncle as promised. "Midoriya can I come to your class again tomorrow? I had fun with your classmates today!"

That question came as a surprise. "All Might did say you needed to get out more and make friends so why not?"

"I'll take her tomorrow."

"Was that Kacchan?" You gasped.

"Quit calling me Kacchan!!!"

"Yup it's Kacchan," you fought off a snicker.

"Anyways..." Midoriya's lips pressed into a line. "You two fought earlier, I don't think being (Y/n)'s escort is a good idea."

"Oh shove it," Bakugou literally shoved Midoriya out of the picture and captured your wrist. "I've never met a girl who enjoys being insulted let alone one that has the balls to stand up to me... I like it," one insult and now a boy has a thing for you. That's new.

"I like the insults cause I know they're true. They're doing more good than bad so hate away!" You shrugged and accepted the fact that Bakugou had taken you custody for the rest of the day. What he has planned? You have no clue but look forward to it. However your wrist began to hurt... "Bakugou, can we hold hands? You're hurting my wrist..."

"Don't you have one of those long sticks to help you walk?" 'Long Sticks' that's what Bakugou wanted to call them. Do they even have an actual name? Let's see.

"Its a cane and I have one, just don't like to use it..." the cane is in your shoulder bag, just you only bring it out in emergencies.

"Why?" Bakugou asked.

"Cause ever since I lost my sight my sense of touch has increased and the cane honestly freaks me out whenever I touch anything with it," even the simplest of touch causes your senses to run wild and muscles vibrating like crazy. The last time the cane was in use you accidentally tripped someone and in doing so earned a small beating out of it...

Bakugou let's go of your wrist, "guess we can hold hands." And thus he held your hand with care. It was clear Bakugou isn't normally this gentle, you can read it in the presence he's giving off as well as his escalating heartbeat you felt through his fingertips.

"Thanks," you nodded. "Where are we going Bakugou? Sorry if I ask too many questions, I don't trust people all that well," plus it felt like you've already walked a mile. Then again, when you can't see everything feels like a mile if you aren't anywhere you're familiar with.

"My room," Bakugou was blunt and kept it at that. You didn't bother to talk until the arrival. His room smelt off, nothing like any other teenage boy's room. It smelled clean and oddly like... Caramel? Yeah, it's definitely caramel. It's one of your favorite scents out there in the sweet variety. Does that mean Bakugou is a short chubby boy with a temper? Temper for sure, but all you want is some information on what he may look like physically.

That's when he spoke up first. "We're here. And thank God you changed out of that ugly shit from earlier, almost made me want to barf."

"Have you been holding onto that comment the whole way here?" You cocked a brow.

"I may be a dick most of the time but I'm not gonna openly insult a blind girl in public again. Social suicide," you nodded as Bakugou was correct. "Why do you keep sniffing the air?" He crossed his arms.

"It smell so sweet in here, I love it!" You exclaimed.

"Everybody says that," Bakugou sat you down on the bed while he changed out of his uniform top for a tshirt all to pick up a dumbbell from the floor right after. "My quirk is nitroglycerin sweat. Highly explosive but smells sweet-"

"Cool but... Can you please act yourself? Your tone sounds like you're forcing yourself to sound nice and interested. Sorry for interrupting!" You held up your arms in surrender. You're the rude one right now and you both know it.

"Fine you want the real me? Well you'll get the real fucking me!" Bakugou's voice roared like a beast with the escape of that cursed word. Well, you asked for it that's for sure.

"You can use a quieter tone but thanks," you nodded in appreciation

"Increased hearing too?"

"When you lose one sense most of your others are increased in response."

"Don't expect me to get much quieter than this bitch," Bakugou grumbled through gritted teeth. His volume went down just enough to the point you can deal with it. Might you even say perfect.

"You're perfect," you flashed a grin. "So what are you doing?" You heard heavy breathing, like gusts of forced from Bakugou's lips in three second intervals and a small crank of metal on metal.

"Lifting weights. I do this after school every fucking day so let me have ten minutes and then we can do something you want," the dumbbell Bakugou lifted with his right arm had 20lbs etched into the black steel disks. He stole this from Kirishima and that idiot has neglected to notice.

"Can I feel?" You hesitated to say. "Probably a weird request but I want to know what you look like through touch," and at last your inner desire has came through!

"Fucked up indeed but if it's what you want," Bakugou huffed and sat on the edge of his bed along with you. You heard the outstretch of his arm and followed the sound with your fingertips. They touched the warm expanse of his muscle bound arms. You followed every curve and dive of his muscles in awe as you found out this boy had the body of a carved sculpture. An experimental squeeze to his triceps and all you felt was the slight tighten of his muscles that left you smiling with glee.

"Do you..." you bit your tongue. "Do you care if I explore a little?"

"Why the fuck not?" You didn't catch the sarcasm in Bakugou's voice as it left him wide eyed the second you touched his cheek, the tip of his nose only to end up in his messy blonde hair.

"Impressive body... Tense face... Messy hair. I'm assuming you're a naturally angry boy who strives to best everyone with little care for hygiene? Why else does your room smell awfully like your sweet sweat."

"Well... You've successfully fucked me up."

"I got it right!?"

"I'll give you the win-" you both gasped to the bedroom door opening with a loud creak to the hinges.

"(Y/n)-Baby you were supposed to come to my room right after school with Midoriya."

"My apologies Uncle Might!" You quickly shot up from the bed since you just dug yourself a hole that'll be hard to get out of. Never break the rules and you're free to do whatever. "Oh Bakugou, I normally hate people to be honest. Even though we barely talked let alone did anything, I like you! People are always awkward around me since I'm different but I thank you for everything!"

"I haven't seen her this excited in years!" All Might clapped his hands together for an applaud. "She's yours young Bakugou if you want to be her escort again."

"Why not?" Bakugou accepted the offer. He liked you well enough to take you to his room after all.

"See ya tomorrow Bakugou!" And you scampered past All Might within the door frame ... Into a wall. But you did successfully leave the room without help.

"Hey bitch you ran into a wall!" Bakugou called out.

"You think I don't know that!?"

This oneshot is in dedication to my friend Joel. He became legally blind last year after a surgery to fix his eyesight and the procedure went wrong. Everything about the blind topic I learned from him.