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❛ 𝗠𝗬, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥... ❜

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WHAT DID ENEMIES DO AFTER AN 'ACCIDENTAL' KISS WAS SHARED?

There were a lot of answers for a lot of different cases. In a case of dealing with one obnoxious, arrogant, angry Bakugou Katsuki, and one passionate, pissy L/n Y/n, both of whom shared a hate-hate relationship— exceeding the typical levels of hatred one person could have for another— there really was only one thing they could do.

Get angry about it.

Y/n took it upon herself to steer clear of Katsuki for a while. She went out of her way to be nowhere in sight when he was around, to not be in the same room as him if less than five people were also in the room— to avoid direct interaction and conversation generally.

And it wasn't long before she figured out he was doing the exact same thing.

When he didn't accidentally bump into her as a shitty excuse to knock her to the ground in a sense of superiority at least once, three days following the stupid kiss— it was pretty obvious. They had a strange relationship and in a way: it was almost beautifully sentimental. Insults laced with a special kind of reserved fondness and heavy glares that carried the weight of their hearts beside the silent threats of murder. Yeah, it was special.

But Katsuki ruined it. Y/n was dead set on the fact it was the blond's fault— he's the one who kissed her, after all.

It's not like Y/n was feeling entranced by his scent, though she had every right to be entranced. Burnt sugar was a sweet smell and almost sickeningly so— caramel had been one of her favorite smells and she wasn't going around kissing blond guys who smelled like such.

The fourth day of them purposefully avoiding each other, to the point their classmates began to notice, is when things had fallen into place. Y/n stood with her arms behind her back as she watched their teacher— Mr. Aizawa— draw the lots for the one-on-one no-quirk combat training they'd be doing for class.

At the beginning of the year, she voiced that there was a lot less use of quirks than she'd expected from the hero course— Midoriya told her it was because it was often a mistake heroes made: relying solely on their quirks, so they had to make sure if something were to go wrong with their quirk, that they were still reliable and dependable as a hero. Which made sense. He also told her they had a lot of quirk training in the first two years so Aizawa was making up for that.

Now, two months later and they were still doing exercises without quirks and Y/n liked to think she'd grown to be pretty damn good at them. So her anxiousness didn't lay in the exercise itself— rather, the fact they wouldn't be deciding their own partners this time around.

Of course, they wouldn't be and of course, when Aizawa pulled out her name, it was Katsuki fucking Bakuou's name that was drawn after hers. She really should have expected it. The universe hated her and its mission was to make her life hell.

Y/n had her complaints and it was unfair she couldn't speak on them. She'd be complaining to either the universe or her teacher— so she had to settle for angrily mumbling to herself as she fixed her boots on ground beta; She secured the laces to make sure they wouldn't come undone during combat or something stupidly deadly like that. She jumped up to look over at Katsuki who was tapping at his green gauntlets, which were slimmer, thanks to three years of adjustment and trial and error.

He hadn't parted his lips to growl out an insult, his brows didn't draw to send her a nasty frown— the blond hadn't scowled in her direction when Aizawa announced they'd be against each other. In fact, he was fixing his mask and kept his head turned to the side— refused to meet the same eyes he stared into the night he told her she smelled 'so fucking good.' Y/n raised her arms above her head with a sigh.

Classic idiot.

"Are you ready or what?" She called, dropping her arms and tilting her head. It was mostly a tease to get his blood boiling— and he knew it. Of course, he knew. It didn't stop him from rising to the bait, an irritated frown pulling at his face.

"Shut up," Katsuki's arms fell to his side and his hips swayed sassily as he made his way over to the middle grounds. There was just something so enchanting about the way he walked in his hero suit to Y/n. His hips always swayed with a tad more sass than what was necessary, his arms raised with purpose with each step he took— and he had an overall bounce that was subtle yet noticeable and it had Y/n questioning herself.

Y/n stretched her arms across her chest and bent her neck to the side for a satisfying crack and looked back to Katsuki who was finally getting into his battle stance. He bent at his knees and let his arms hang in front of him loosely as he raised his palms. Even if he wasn't using his quirk— Y/n assumed it was a force of habit. Y/n took a couple of steps back, her own knees bending as she got ready to propel herself forward.

At the sound of Aizawa's go— both Y/n and Katsuki charged toward each other at the same time. She was first to fall back and defend first with the sharp punch Katsuki threw at her. She used the same hand to grab his wrist, aiming to somehow twist it and get the upper hand— Katsuki didn't let that happen.

He hiked his knee up to connect with her stomach, and though, the air knocked from Y/n's lungs, she refused to go down; She stumbled back, careful to bend back at the boot sent at her. Her fingertips touched the ground for a second and she jumped up, returning his kick, bending lower at her knees, aiming for his stomach.

He caught sight of her plans, however— of course, he did; He was too good at fighting, it annoyed the hell out of her. Talented at fucking everything he did, somehow.

Y/n yelped as she was knocked from her feet with a swipe of Katsuki's foot— she rolled to the side, evading the punch. She couldn't get to her feet quick enough under the circumstances and without her quirk, so she chose to bring him down with her.

Her legs caught his ankle and he fell back, collided with the hard ground, and halted in his movements long enough for Y/n to take the upper hand.

She reached forward to jab at him— Katsuki caught her arm as he sat up, pulled her close, and aimed for her gut. She couldn't move with his strong grip, and his fist sat at her stomach for three seconds. Then, he smirked and let her go,

"That's one," He told her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and stumbled back to her feet, dusting off her clothes, "Shut up," she muttered, getting back into stance.

She raised her arms and held them out— Katsuki was the only one who charged that time. She rotated, lifting her leg in a wide boot, used the same footing to propel herself forward to strike at him.

Katsuki caught her wrist and she put her other hand to use, gripping his arm and giving it a twist. She raised her knee and brought him close so they collided.

Katsuki coughed at the force and Y/n took the opportunity of vulnerability to knock at his side.

Katsuki managed to mutter a "fuck you," as he was knocked to his knees. He grabbed at her ankle as he fell forward— Y/n rolled and was quick to straddle him, fingers wrapping around his neck as she got close with a grin.

"Second one's mine."

"Fuckin' dumbass," Katsuki shot up, Y/n drawing back just slightly. She watched Katsuki's nose twitch, nostrils flare for half a second before he pulled his brows in, "Stupid pink vanilla..." he commented— though sounded a little hurt, betrayed, maybe.

"Huh," Y/n couldn't fight the grin creeping to her lips as she got close to fill his senses with her, "Didn't you say you... liked it? Or something like I smell 'fucking amaz—'"

"Would you shut the hell up?"

"They're your words Bakugou. Not mine."

"Bakugou, L/n!" Aizawa's stern and tired shout had them both looking away from each other and to the side. Y/n's face heated— she was still straddling Katsuki's lap; Aizawa staring right at the two. She could catch Kaminari cackling with Sero behind him— most likely choking on their own shortness of air. "Stop flirting. Get back to training." He looked behind him, "You guys, too. Kaminari, if you don't overpower him at least once— I'll expel you."

"Yes, Mr. Aizawa!" Kaminari and Sero got back to combat as Y/n lifted herself from Katsuki to get back into stance.

"That wasn't flirting..."

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"I'm just saying," Jirou cried, facing the rest of the girls in the locker room as she pointed at her chest.

Her dark purple bra hugged her breasts in a rather cute way to Y/n— but apparently, Jirou didn't want 'cute.'

"I'm 18 and my boobs are still non-existent. I'm really going to step into the world of pros next to women who have racks for days without anything! Should I get implants?"

"If you don't plan on breastfeeding when you get older," Tsu put a finger to her chin, "then sure, go for it. Ribbit."

"It's up to you, but you don't need implants. I think you're hella sexy either way!" Mina winked, squeezing Jirou's chest in her pink palms, playfully. "You'll always be a babe to me, Kyouka!"

"Wait, oh my gosh— we have to talk about training today, though!" Uraraka turned from her locker, smiling with bubbly rosy cheeks. Her hair— longer than previous years— brushed against her shoulders wildly with her bouncing. And to Y/n's surprise, she turned to her, "So, what happened today, L/n?"

"Hmn?" Y/n took a step back, from her own locker, buttoning up her shirt as she turned to Uraraka. She frowned when she noticed multiple pairs of eyes on her, "What do you mean?"

"No— don't play dumb, you sneaky bastard!" Mina giggled as she trodded over, wiggling her fingers. She wrapped her arms around Y/n's waist from behind, dropping her chin on her shoulder with a grin as she spoke quietly, "L/n and Bakugou sittin' in a tree..."

"Ew! Shut up," Y/n shoved Mina off, the girl of bubblegum laughing obnoxiously in her hysterical happiness as she clapped her fingers. "As if. I hate him. Why does he act like he's the shit when Midoriya could probably deck him and turn his word black in five seconds, anyway?"

"My..." Momo raised her brows, "The Bakugou slander..."

"Deku could!" Uraraka sang, fixing her uniform. "Just, for everyone's information..."

"L/n, we saw you!" Mina shook Y/n's shoulder accusingly, "You and boom boom boy have un-deni-able chemistry!" She sighed dreamily as she twirled around the room, "A classic enemies to lovers trope right in front of our eyes. You know— you guys were smiling at each other the entire time you were fighting?"

"Well, I like to see him in pain," Y/n fixed her tie and shut her locker, "And there's no trope. There's hate hate hate... and then some more hate."

"Oh yeah, of course! But we all know under that thick layer of hate, there's another thick layer! It's passion— tension! Certain tension if you know what I mean," She glanced back at Y/n cheekily, who pushed past the pink girl, ignoring her words.

Tension. Tension? She was passionate— about her hate for the asshole that was Bakugou Katsuki, that is. Despite his striking features and occasional charm with that damn stupid grin, he had nothing else going for him.

Y/n wondered when people would stop mistaking hatred and rivalry for passionate love. After all, this wasn't some complicated, sob story romance novel. She twisted her face at the thought of her life somehow becoming one of those, forced it out of her mind, and continued on her way to the dorm.

:D!!