Requested by Space_Walrus23
Day 1 of 1k Followers x Reader Week!

Just as the title suggests, there is A LOT of foul language in this x Reader so read at your own risk and don't complain.

"I'm sorry Bakugou I'm slow!" Kirishima's patience as well as Bakugou's were tried. It were late, the boys were still in their restrictive uniforms, and most of all they were tired! Bakugou had better things to do like getting in some last minute training or doing his own homework, but he wasn't going to ditch Kirishima when they were only halfway through his rather detailed study session. Until Kirishima understands everything Bakugou intended to teach, more like re-teach since the red haired shark boy were known to doze off in class, Bakugou were stuck here tutoring. Luckily for Kirishima, Bakugou had dedication and won't give in all too soon. An abusive study partner isn't all that bad if you're learning the right stuff. The paper scribbled all over in numbers and half legible handwriting were the proof of growth.

An echo of a short lived gunshot ripped at the atmosphere. Even though Kirishima and Bakugou were sitting within a small cafe not too far from UA, they heard the gunshots loud and clear with their heads snapped in the direction of the blast. The shots came from the left side of the street, citizens of the city began to scramble and scatter like cockroaches barging into small businesses such as this little cafe for cover from danger. The boys were aware that there were pro heroes that use guns, but that gunshot in particular sounded foreign compared to the usual. Villains no doubt.

"Not that bitch again..." The cafe owner, a rather crotchety old man with silver hair pulled back into a small ponytail that reached his shoulders, griped and grumbled, standing before their table with his skin sagged arms crossed. "Out! I'm closing up shop before she comes! And I mean everyone," his long bony index finger pointed at everyone in the room one by one. The old man even went as far as to manually close up Kirishima's textbook and tug on the boy's uniform sleeves desperately in a rushed manner.

Bakugou didn't approve of this, nobody bosses him around. "Who's this bitch you're talking about?" Bakugou hissed at the old man planting a hand on the textbook showing he weren't going nowhere. Kirishima's eyes were enlarged, scared that Bakugou might destroy his textbook with his quirk. He can't afford to pay for a new book!

"A stupid girl who always makes a mess of everything. I can't count how many times she shot out my windows!"

Despite his rather useless reply, Bakugou took the hint to leave and barked at Kirishima to collect his stuff. "Be prepared, we're hunting for bitches..."

"I swear we need to put a shock collar on you," Kirishima grumbled under his breath, packing away his notes from class. "Your mouth has been horrible lately..."

Bakugou heard every word spoken, cracking off an explosion right off to the side of Kirishima's face. "If you have such a problem with it, then tell it to my face!"

"I think I'll pass!" With everything packed away, Kirishima threw his book bag over his shoulder to follow Bakugou out of the cafe. The gunshots were still sounding in the atmosphere, further away now, people were cautiously coming out from their selected buildings they chose to take cover within. Was this girl a usual disturbance around this part of town? Why is a girl running around with guns in the first place if she isn't a Pro? Why isn't she behind bars?

"Bakugou I don't think we should hunt this girl down, leave it to the Pros-"

"We're gonna be pros one day so shut the hell up!" Bakugou snapped at Kirishima for the 20th time today. Kirishima imagined having a mechanical remote within his pocket and pressed the button that would shock Bakugou, full blast too. Yet nothing happened at all, Bakugou swore again and needs to cure himself of this behavior. Just calm down Kirishima, Bakugou's a jerk yet you chose to be his best friend.

The gunshots were ever louder! It were to the point where each shot made Bakugou and Kirishima's eardrums pop and pulse. This would be their first time willingly confronting a villain let alone anyone who's choice of combat involves long range artillery. The surroundings began to change, drastically. Cars of many models were deconstructed, lying in the streets like roadblocks. Bullets were lodged in the black asphalt road as well as other intact cars even street signs. Silver bullets that kept their shape, no casings, the person shooting said gun must be pursuing another individual. Who's side is this girl on: The heroes or the villains?

Bakugou noticed a disturbance up ahead. There were police cars blaring their red and blue lights, caution tape strewn across the area yet the gunshots continued. The boys came to a stop after bypassing the police tape, men in black uniform were apprehending three bulky men wearing rather creepy yakuza masks: masks that normally covered the lower half of the face representing a bird and gas masked merged into one. The school had warned them about this group, they worked with another individual that went by some bizarre name they couldn't remember. Almost all of the Pros lately were seeking them out for capture.

"I'm gonna ask the police about the girl-"

"Yeah yeah whatever," Bakugou ran ahead leaving Kirishima to bite the dust. He will catch this girl whether it kills him or not. Watch it be that sadistic girl from the League of Villains whose always swinging around that rusty knife and wearing the most lewd of expressions. Even though her weapon of choice is that damned knife, who says she isn't skilled in the art of guns? Just thinking about her gave Bakugou the shivers, he's never met such a disgusting woman in all his life...

One more gunshot, it nearly shattered Bakugou's eardrums, found them. Bakugou snapped his head to a street off to his right. His blood red gaze locked upon two individuals dueling against each other. A boy in a military green hoodie with burgundy hair wearing that same yakuza mask as the criminals from earlier wore. He also wore white rubber gloves which seemed odd. The other individual was what Bakugou had assumed to be the girl just as the old man said she were. The girl was in a skin tight black and (f/c) suit, a mask to match that concealed her identity. She had a strange resemblance to another League of Villains member, the one with multiple personalities. The big difference here were not only their genders but that she were decked out in weapons from head to toe. The guy and girl both had guns drawn on each other. The girl had twin pistols, the male had a singular gun that he loaded at that very moment all so casually as if he had all the time in the world.

"Damn it!" You cursed, like a sixth sense you felt Bakugou's presence. You spun around quick on your feet and shot just centimeters of Bakugou's head as a warning to keep away. Bakugou's body went rigid, the cold shrill of that bullet whizzing past his cheek, a near graze, were a shock to the brain but also the spark that caught aflame his kindling.

"That bitch tried to kill me," Bakugou growled, shedding himself of his uniform jacket in preparation of a fight.

"Dumbass you need to keep away!" You shot at the blonde a second time just as he were about to plow his way through the battlefield. In turn, you diverted your gaze with Bakugou with one eye and aimed with your opposite arm at the man reloading his gun. You pulled the trigger quickly, the Yakuza dodged all too easily meanwhile Bakugou had fled from your sight. Stunned, you faltered frantically searching around for him. "Crap Bakugou get away from here if you know what's best for you!" Where is he where is he!?

"You're cured..." A voice penetrated your ear in a hoarse whisper, the cock of a gun sounded your eardrums. A bullet in the chamber.

"Fuck..." You hadn't a second to even react besides those words and a minor movement of your body to evade. Bakugou fell out from the air, harshly grabbing at the Yakuza's hand and gun one in all forcing the direction of the shot to go into the sky. An explosion ripped at the man's wrist as Bakugou destroyed the gun. That wasn't all he destroyed though...

You grit your teeth, lunging forwards to reach Bakugou in hopes to throw him out of range. "You just put yourself in more danger you dumb ass!" You tackled Bakugou in an embrace, the Yakuza tagged you on the back with his bare hand. The remnants of his gloves still waved in the breeze of the wind. Bakugou watched in horror as your body liquified atop him into nothing but slime. Who the hell is this man and how do you know Bakugou's name?

"Been trying to cure her for a while now," the Yakuza clears his throat and dug through his coat pockets to put on a new pair of rubber gloves, being he shed his other in-tact glove after realizing dirt had stained them. "Despite how pissed I am that you touched me, I'll spare you this once," the Yakuza shared a piercing gaze with Bakugou, allowing this moment since he wanted to rid of Bakugou of his quirk before ending his life. Bakugou were still stunned at what had happened to you. "The Living Corpse has always been a thorn in my side, now I'm leaving her to rot," the Living Corpse? Bakugou jumped at the name, it's the hero name of an upperclassmen in UA. Wait... This girl is The Living Corpse? The Hero who were formerly in the Big Three known for her near immortality and demoted due to her excessive use of obscenities and recklessness. No wonder why the Old Man at the cafe hates her so much...

Bakugou is responsible for the fall of an assumed to be extraordinary Pro Hero. A Hero he looked up towards as well...

"It's All Might all over again..." Bakugou trembled, covered in your remains as the Yakuza strolled away. As if this fight was a casual walk in the park.

"Fucking quit crying..." Demanded a disembodied voice of a female. Bakugou went stiff again, your guttural remains were moving on its own atop of him.

"How are you-"

"Not dead?" You snapped, your voice becoming more clear by the second. "As if Overhaul could kill me, thanks to your happy ass he got away and I'm not quirkless!" An insult and expression of gratitude all wrapped up in one. No doubt Bakugou were gaining some mixed messages. Your remains took form into your usual self before the deconstruction phase of Overhaul's quirk, and you sat on Bakugou's stomach. This time, Bakugou saw you for the real you not hidden behind that black and (f/c) mask. You had brilliant eyes that seemed to glow and scars that littered every inch of your body. Lost in thought, you snapped your fingers within an inch of Bakugou's nose. "Yo Dumbass! Those bullets he had can destroy your damn quirk! Should've left when I fucking told you!" You bunched the blonde in the chest.

"You fucking shot at me!" Bakugou retaliates throwing you off to the side, quick to pin you onto the ground without any other actions to come across his mind.

"Better to get shot instead of losing your damn fucking quirk!" You spit into his face struggling against his hold.

"I-" Bakugou choked on his words. "Crap I can't disagree..."

"Now let me up Baku-Hoe," Bakugou's blood boiled to your nickname.

"What in the hell did you just call me?" His pupils narrowed.

"Baku-Hoe," you sang playfully.

"It's Bakugou and how in the hell do you know me!?" He corrected with anger behind his actions.

"Who doesn't know you?" You snickered.

"Huh?" His head tilted to one side.

"You've been taken hostage by villains twice, and you won the last Sports Festival. Quite a resume if you ask me," you complimented without fail. "I'm having a hard enough time getting back into the Big Three that I'm actually destroying my resume. I'm one of few Pros who aren't affected by Overhaul's quirk and I thought capturing him would get me back on top, you sort of ruined my chances," despite all this, you weren't all that mad which surprised Bakugou the most. Besides the moment Overhaul liquified you and Bakugou thought he were drenched in your blood and guttural remains. That truly was a mind scarring experience.

"How aren't you mad at me?" Bakugou sat back upon his knees allowing you to sit up. "As much as I hate apologizing I not only got myself nearly killed but fucked up everything!"

"Yeah I'm pissed," you admit wearing a smile. "But it's life. Overhaul will still be living tomorrow..." You paused suddenly, gritting your teeth. "I hope his ass doesn't die on me," you growled.

"Is Overhaul your ticket to the big leagues?"

"Yeah..." You shrugged. "As much as I need to capture him, the efforts are probably going to waste since it was my dirty mouth that got me demoted in the first fucking place and clearly that habit of mine is here to stay."

"Funny," Bakugou smirked. "Shitty Hair said the same to me today."

"Well you call him Shitty Hair so I can't blame him."

"At this point neither can I," Bakugou snickered.

"Bakugou why is this girl... Please tell me you didn't rape her or anything!?" Kirishima were clearly terrified for some odd reason. Afew patrolling Pros cleaning up the scene stepped up to the two of you. Some were whistling like a man would towards an attractive lady.

"I'm sorry what?" You cocked a brow in confusion.

"When you came back from the dead your clothes didn't come back with you..." Bakugou spoke under his breath, his eyes kept forwards locked on your face and nowhere lower.

You peered down upon yourself. "Fuck me..." You complained covering your breasts with one arm and your free hand to cover your vagina. "Were you not aware of my nudity either or were you being a filthy pervert?" You glared at the blonde. Normally you don't care about nudity, you've worked with Mirio Togata for a while in the past after all. Plus, your quirk allows you to take any amount of bodily damage and you can't die, yes you feel the pain, but you come back kicking! That meant a bomb or in your case Overhaul's deconstruction quirk, were to come in and pull you to pieces, you don't perish. That meant only sickness and age can kill you, unfortunately your quirk doesn't apply to clothes. If you get blown up, your clothes don't repair themselves unlike your body.

"Oh I knew," Bakugou admits knowing of your nudity proudly. "I knew better than to look."

"Thanks..." You muttered, but grew offended the second Bakugou got to his feet and walked away. "H-Hey you're just gonna leave me here naked!? Come back so I can at least use you to hide behind!!!"

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Bakugou huffed coming back with his uniform jacket at hand, offering the article of clothing to you. "Atleast cover yourself up."

"Thank you," you said for a second time, being cautious about which hand to use to take the jacket. Show Bakugou your breasts or your vagina? "Oh fuck it he's already seen them," you got up and took the jacket letting everything show. Upon putting it on, the jacket were just big enough to cover everything you had to show. Just don't bend over.

With everything concealed, the Pros cleared out and Kirishima had to take a moment to recollect himself. You lied a hand upon Bakugou's shoulder, "wanna train together sometime?" You asked out of the blue. "Just because I'm no longer in the Big Three doesn't mean I can't mentor you. Plus I like how you processed the situation and destroyed Overhaul's gun back there Bakugou. Aizawa taught you well, then again, he used to be my teacher."

"Better hope I don't destroy your clothes in the meantime," Bakugou warned in a cocky tone.

"Fuck what did I get myself into?"

This now has a part 2. Look later into this book to find it.