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L/N Y/N DIDN'T TAKE BULLSHIT FROM ANYONE.

She liked to think of herself as someone who stood her ground; stuck to her core beliefs and wasn't so easily shaken by assholes who chose to speak over her, regardless of the situation.

Oftentimes, regardless of rules, and regardless of who that asshole was.

That included Bakugou Katsuki.

Or maybe the message was for Bakugou Katsuki, specifically. She didn't know what it was about the guy, really. Sure, he was an ass, but he seemed to irk her to no end. In a way that nobody else could.

Maybe their personalities were too similar.

Maybe she just didn't like the fact that he was an egotistical dick who needed more humbling than everyone claimed he'd already received the past two years at UA.

Or maybe Y/n just held a very strong grudge against the guy for no reason other than his general bad attitude.

It wasn't something Y/n was able to grasp because Katsuki hadn't done anything to her, personally.

He hardly knew who she was when she first stepped foot into the third year dormitories of class A. And that was fair. Y/n was nobody before she made it to the hero course.

But the faint sense of superiority Katsuki seemed to hold with him simply didn't sit right with her.

To sum it up: Y/n hated Bakugou Katsuki for everything he was: an entitled asshole with pretty privilege.

She couldn't help but notice the way everyone had brushed off his blatant arrogance and rudeness because, "Ah, Bakugou! Of course!" and proceeded to move on, like somehow, some way, that was a valid and acceptable excuse for the swears he shouted at Midoriya. And the way he roughly shoved Kirishima off his shoulder when his friend was simply asking him a question.

Y/n would be the first one to say it (not to his face, though), Katsuki was attractive.

The wild blond hair and piercing blood-red eyes paired together rather attractively, even if he did create wrinkles in his smooth skin with his ugly scowls and permanent frown. But Y/n knew he'd be more attractive if he just... shut up.

If he was just less of himself in general, and she couldn't stress that enough. He walked with his fists shoved into his pants and shoulders hunched forward, yet his sense of ascendancy was suffocating and made up for his lack of posture.

Y/n had every intention of ignoring him.

But the moment he opened that stupid fucking mouth of his, she knew that just wasn't possible.

Class 3A was, in general, very warm and welcoming just as they seemed. Midoriya was the first one to shake her hand; his eyes were wide as he bounced on the balls of his feet, the guy was practically vibrating.

"I've heard so much about you!"

He was very mother-like as he squeezed the girl's fingers in his larger, scarred ones rather affectionately.

"You're like, amazing! I saw you at the Sports Festival last year and I didn't get to meet you, but I never stopped thinking about you! You've got a really cool quirk, you know? It deals with air and everything, and I feel like that's so convenient and I really wanna see the science behind that because just guessing from clips of your fights and performance at the festival can only reveal so much. So maybe, if you get the chance and you're up for it, we could go over a few-"

"Jesus, Midoriya!" Kaminari cut him off with a whistle.

He slung an arm around his friend's shoulder with a charming grin and a small wink sent at Y/n.

"Give her a rest, yeah? The pretty lady's here to be welcomed, not Deku-ed, alright? Let her settle in before you find a way to kill her, like the rest of us."

Y/n tilted her head. "Kill?"

"Ooh, you'll know what that means pretty soon, I promise," Mina and Uraraka had walked by, the former giving a low whistle as the latter laughed, all in good nature. "Our Midoriya, here's a kinda special breed, you know?"

"Ah, you're right, Kaminari!" Midoriya raises his shoulders.

A hand shot to the back of Midoriya's neck, grin faltering and clearly embarrassed as he rubbed away the shame before falling right at his side, shoulders going rigid.

"Sorry 'bout that, L/n! Uhm... I'm really glad you're here, though! I hope we can be friends!"

Kaminari laughed as he tugged at Midoriya's arm, further into the common room and seemingly soothing the teen with back rubs as his face was flushed with embarrassment.

They really were an interesting class, but Y/n already knew that her first year, as she watched from afar in general studies.

Part of her couldn't really believe she was standing in the same room as top hero course students... these guys fought villains. Real-life villains. They've almost died on multiple occasions. So, despite their silliness and antics, they were the real deal.

The 'welcome and welcome back' party was something they had their second year and felt it reasonable to do it again the next year. For Y/n, it was a way for her to get a feel for the class.

They were... insane, to say the least.

The class as a whole buzzed with a constant and charismatic excitement only they could create and Y/n had a hard time pulling herself away from the fun, but she did have to unpack.

And when she finally managed to drag herself away from an intense battle of Wii sports with Kaminari and Sero in the common room, all hell broke loose.

Y/n's luggage dragged behind her in her tight grip as she made her way up the stairs and she stumbled back a little from bumping into something very strong, very firm. Somehow, she already knew what happened, and she really didn't want to look up to continue with the upcoming interaction.

E/c met red and Katsuki immediately scowled when he saw who interrupted his trip downstairs. His lips stretched unpleasantly, brows pulled deep enough to let Y/n know he was angry, but then again... when wasn't he angry?

Anger was his trademark and there was something incredibly annoying about that.

But, he hadn't said anything obnoxious about the encounter, so Y/n was willing to give him the benefit of doubt, and apologize. She hardly parted her lips before she was very rudely interrupted.

"Are you fucking blind or something?"

Y/n raised her brows. "Excuse me?"

"Deaf, too." Katsuki clicked his tongue. "They teach you how to walk in general studies? Watch where the hell you're going next time. Thanks."

He roughly shouldered past her, confidently thinking that would be the end of it.

"So, the rumors are true," Y/n's response took a second of thinking before she let out a small laugh. "You really are an egotistical dick. That scowl of yours is uglier up close."

She looked over her shoulder and Katsuki stopped mid-step to look over his. Their gazes met and the look in his eyes was deadly.

His brows were pinched and his face screwed in one of the most confused, yet vexed expressions Y/n had ever seen on a person.

"Yeah?" She tilted her head. "What is it?"

"What the hell did you just say to me?"

"So we're taking turns with this entire 'deaf' thing. That's fun." She stepped back, letting go of her luggage. "No, but seriously. Don't tell me you have an issue? Did you expect me to not say anything back?"

Katsuki squinted and Y/n narrowed her eyes back.

"I'm not gonna bruise my fucking knees, dropping down to kiss your feet," Y/n said. "Everyone else in this class lets you get away with shit, but you're gonna have to try again with me."

"Everyone else in this class?"

Bakugou's face twitched in the slightest, licking his canines like he was trying to hold himself back or something.

"What, you think you're high and mighty 'cause you tossed a few pathetic shots at me? You shouldn't even be here to fuckin' begin with. Don't go acting like you're suddenly above anyone. Sure as fuck ain't above me. And you're not the first one to call me out on my shit, so don't go thinkin' you're special, either."

Truthfully, the only thing Y/n heard was that Katsuki didn't think she deserved to be there.

Y/n thought kicking him down the remaining stairs was a reasonable response.

He deserved it and the way he tumbled with a surprised curse pulling from his throat was more than just satisfying.

And despite everything that seemed normal for class A, apparently, Katsuki being thrown down a flight of stairs wasn't one of them.

Panic sounded through the common room, and the noise only increased when Katsuki was back on his feet in an instant, charging toward Y/n, ready to attack with rage so strong, Y/n couldn't even decipher what he was foaming at the mouth about. Y/n was ready for his head-on attack, bending at her knees with curled lips.

She could take him.

He managed to throw her back and then, they were both tumbling down the flight of stairs, landing on the ground floor as they pulled and gripped at each other's skin harshly, with strong and pure ill-intent.

Y/n could hear the distant, 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' coming from Kaminari and Mina who cheered on the sides.

And then, she felt herself being pulled back by very strong arms, pulled back into a very, very firm chest, a rocky, and maybe slightly amused, "Whoa, whoa..." leaving Midoriya as he held her tight at her waist. "Calm down, L/n. Let's take a breather, yeah?"

And Kirishima held Katsuki similarly, though with more restraining as the blond shouted, "Fuck this! 'M gonna fuckin' kill you! Wait 'til I get my damn hands-!"

Y/n laughed, maybe just a little unhinged, pulling against Midoriya's hold.

"You're an obnoxious dick!" She called; the ringing in her ears loud and breathing harsh. "I'd like to see you try to get rid of me! C'mon, I'm wide open!"

It really was entertaining how furious he got when faced with someone as up for a challenge and ready to fight as he was. He simply needed humbling and Y/n decided that she, from that point on, would take it upon herself to do so.

There were similar incidents and mishaps and small (for them at least) fights that happened over the course of the three months it took them to finally tolerate being in the same vicinity as one another. But Y/n liked to think they'd come a long way since then. They'd been forced to work with each other multiple times, courtesy of their homeroom teacher Aizawa.

Also courtesy of working closely during work studies, they'd been in tough situations here and there, and dare Y/n say they... eventually warmed up to each other. She was spared the threats of murder every three seconds and she didn't feel like bashing his face in every minute, so that counted as some kind of warming up, didn't it?

Though his rudeness and brash attitude were constant; probably something nobody would be able to beat out of him, really. She wouldn't call them friends, though.

She was still irritated by his presence a majority of the time, attempting to avoid direct conversation when she had tripped over a slightly uneven floorboard as sleep practically carried her through the dorms.

There was a creak and Y/n snapped her eyes open, more alert than before as she looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowed at the hard gaze of crimson that stared back at her curiously with tight lips. She simply frowned at him and refocused herself on her task of getting water, not in a conversational mood.

Or not in a Bakugou Katsuki mood, actually.

She felt like she had to be feeling a certain way in order to put up with him. One word could rub her the wrong way on a particular day, and they could be at each other's throats in seconds.

She kept quiet as she slowly made her way around the kitchen, simply getting herself a glass of water; waking up at three or four in the morning randomly was a typical thing for her. The entire water thing was like a routine if anything, maybe eat some granola and bask in the silence for a few minutes before heading back to her room. But, all of that would be kind of awkward to do with Katsuki's intense gaze on her. She knew he was still watching her. She could feel it and it was annoying.

After taking a long sip of water, Y/n set her glass down with a huff and glared at Katsuki who was, as Y/n thought, watching her. She raised a brow and he raised one back.

"What are you doing up?"

"What are you doing, watching me like a creep?"

Having a comeback for everything that left the blond's mouth was a learned behavior and eventual reflex. Defensive? Sure. Overreactive? Maybe just a little. But if there was anything she learned from knowing the arrogant teen, it was to devour or be devoured.

In other words: attack him before he gets the chance to attack you because he can and will. Literally and figuratively. So it was kind of strange when he didn't bite back a response and Y/n looked over her shoulder to check if he was still there.

He was staring directly at her: arms folded, muscles tensing. Y/n could admit he looked good in his signature black tank top, as he leaned against the wall. His face was eerily calm, blank to the point it could be compared to Todoroki's typical expression.

She held his intense stare, even as he parted his lips.

"It was just a question," he told her, and pulled a very strange frown. "It's almost four in the fucking morning."

"Well," Y/n shrugged and reached for her glass, raising it in reference before holding it to her lips. "You can see why I'm up. So why are you?"

Katsuki pushed himself from the wall and shoved his fists into his pocket as he turned his back toward her.

"No reason." Y/n watched carefully as he dragged his feet across the floor, tiredly trudging away before abruptly stopping in his tracks. "By the way. When the hell're you gonna return that stupid book you stole?"

"I'm done with it." Y/n placed her cup in the sink. "You want it back now?"

Katsuki looked exasperated for just a moment, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He shrugged with a heavy sigh.

"Yeah. Whatever."

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