It had been well over a week now and you and Bakugou still weren't talking. Despite the school being so big, it was hard to miss each other every day. It's like your presences were heightened now more than ever since you both were ignoring each other. Your friends' would catch you two stealing glances at one another when the one wasn't looking. Occasionally, your eyes did meet and you'd quickly turn away and act like you were staring off in the distance. Honestly, it was quite painful for your friends to witness. They knew you two needed to talk but you were both so stubborn no one made a move to do so.

You just couldn't grasp why he was such a prick to people, especially the nice ones who seemed to care about him.

But it shouldn't have come as surprise, You laughed humorlessly to yourself. He had always been an ill-tempered jerk. You had told Midoriya the exact same thing too. Then why did you believe he had matured a little? Why did you think he wasn't as much of an ass as before?

He was your friend. Was that it? You just couldn't see it because you were so close to him? You weren't sure.

What you did know, however, was that his actions weren't something you wanted around you. You couldn't stand bullies.

Despite all your warnings to yourself you couldn't help but feel a little lonelier now.

You felt some of the difference on your walks home. Usually you would be cracking jokes while he ranted about how awful they were. You would sometimes catch the glimmer of a smile before he proceeded to sigh in annoyance.

But now you were on your own again and the days began to blend together once more.

You stepped up to the front door of your home and unlocked it. Your house wasn't anything special. It was a dingy little building with your room being the upstairs. The paint was chipped and cracked all around the outside and the windows were too dull to see through them properly. It wasn't perfect, but it was what you and your mother could live on.

Speaking of which, you were taken aback to find her home early.

"Hey honey, how was school?" She asked, masking her evident exhaustion with a smile.

"I thought you had a shift at the hospital today," You questioned.

"Oh...they were overstaffed so they let me come home early," She chuckled. "It's all okay though, I should make enough to pay the rent this month."

You internally sighed. You knew 'overstaffed' meant they didn't need her quirk today. Being a nurse, your mom should have been getting paid pretty well. However, she never finished the required classes to become an official practitioner due to money troubles. She was currently working as an unregistered nurse in a smaller, lesser known hospital. They wouldn't have hired her in any other situation had it not been for her healing quirk. Even though your mother was extremely valuable to them, they still underpaid her for her lack of credentials. 

This made your blood boil, but she had no other option. This pay was better than anything else that was available. Times were tough right now.

"I made dinner. Do you want some?" Your mom offered.

"I'm okay for now," You said softly. "I'm just gonna go upstairs and do some homework." She nodded, a little disappointed. "Alright. I'll bring you something up to you later."

"Thanks, mom."

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Bakugou sat pensively at his desk. His pencil tapped on the problem in front of him but his mind was elsewhere.

"Dude, what happened to (l/n)?" Kirishima urged the irked teen. "She just walked past us like we didn't exist."

"She has a stick up her ass," Bakugou scowled.

"What did you do now?" Kaminari joined.

"I didn't do shit! She's the one talking to that good-for-nothing Deku!"

"Why is that a problem?"

"'Cause he's a piece of shit and I hate him."

"Does she know that??"

Bakugou stood quiet for a moment. "No...Fuck."

Kirishima frowned. "Why'd she get mad anyway?"

"She thought I was being an ass to Deku when that little shit lied about not having a quirk."

"Maybe you should talk to her?" Kaminari shrugged. "Work things out?"

The proud Bakugou scoffed. "Why should I to talk to her? I don't give a shit. If she wants to talk, she can."

That's what he had said that day. But now he wasn't so sure.

Bakugou didn't feel the need to be the one to straighten things out, but he did want this thing to blow over. It was boring as hell at school now.

At least when you were around he had someone to talk to. Sure, there were Kirishima and Kaminari, but they didn't talk about the same things you guys did. You two shared your passions, combat tactics, and the future you two wanted. You discussed social and political views on the hero society as a whole. You were just so intriguing to him and he hadn't met anyone else at that damn school that caught his attention like you did.

Bakugou sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. He wanted to talk it out, but he was adamant in his words.

Whatever...this will all be over soon and I'll forget she even existed, The ash blond lied to himself for another day.

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"Alright everyone we're shaking things up today in training," Sekijirou announced to the class one day. "In an effort to build up strength and broaden perspectives, Classes 1-A and 1-B will be combining into one for this evening. Don't confuse this training session as your mid-term, which will be at a later date. Think of this time as preparation for that."

There was wave of annoyed sighs and scoffs heard throughout the class. It seemed most were not enthusiastic to be hanging around the rumored self-righteous 1-A. You shared their sentiment for once, but for a completely different reason.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.... Your brain screamed. You hadn't forgiven him for all the things he said about Midoriya and although you weren't angry with Bakugou anymore, you still felt awkward at the thought of seeing him. Things had ended pretty badly and you didn't know how nor want to approach him.

Dread filled your chest as your class started down the halls towards the training grounds. You decided the next best strategy for you to use to avoid confrontation was to simply avoid him like you were doing so. It was working out thus far, it should continue as such, right?

When you arrived 1-A was already stretching and running laps around the track. Upon seeing your class, their instructor called them all over. He was a rather thin man with an unkempt beard and long, scruffy black hair. Despite looking obviously tired and disinterested, you knew he was the incredible pro, Eraser Head.

"Class, this 1-B. We'll be working with them in practicing hand-to-hand combat. Your quirks won't always be able to solve a fight. Sometimes you'll need to rely on your wit and strength," Aizawa explained lazily to his students. He went on to detail other aspects of the training session but you were too jittery to pay attention. Instead you found yourself glancing at the crowd of students looking for that one ashy blond head of spikes.

It's not that you wanted to see him...you just wanted to know what direction you were going to avoid going in.

That's when you caught a glimpse of those ruby red eyes you knew so well. Your first instinct was to escape their gaze as fast as you could as they would probably be doing the same. However, when you glanced back up thinking it was safe to do so, you saw that those eyes had never left. Instead they stared back at you with a calmness you had never seen in them.

Your confusion was short lived as Sekijirou then raised his voice. "Alright! Pair up with people of the opposite class! Failing to do so will result in 20 laps."

Everyone looked at each other wearily before inching any closer. The more arrogant ones of your class didn't set out to find anyone. They crossed their arms and whispered snide comments to themselves. 1-A, while being timid, still went out of their way to start an introduction. You on the other hand immediately strode over to Kirishima since he was generally very nice to you and you just wanted to evade Bakugou.

"Kirishima! Partners?" You offered a smile.

"Yeah! I didn't know what to do for a second there," He chuckled.

"I'll save you the awkward introductions this round," You chortled.

"Give each pair some space and begin trying to knock the other down," Aizawa instructed. "And again, no quirks."

Kirishima turned to you nervously. "You know, I was pretty pumped about this but now I'm not so sure."

You rolled your eyes as you stripped off your UA jacket and were left with a dark grey tank and UA pants. "Come on! I'm not a fragile little flower. I can hold my own." You demonstrated this by going in for a punch which Kirishima swiftly blocked. He looked like he was about to say something but was cut short by your foot ramming into his thigh. "OW!"

You smirked. "Don't hold back on me now."

He laughed, rubbing his bruise. "Noted."

This exchange went on for a couple minutes. He was a pretty good fighter but his attacks were always grounded. He bent his knees into his punches and his feet almost never left the ground. When he did though, you noticed his balance wasn't as stiff. You maneuvered yourself to keep his attention on your torso and kept striking.

"So, you and Bakugou..." Kirishima suddenly said in between pants.

You frowned, really not feeling the conversation. "What?"

"You two aren't talkin'."

"Nope."

"Why?"

Your forearm took another one of the red head's fists. "Why don't you ask Mr. High n' Mighty?" You swung your knuckles at his chest landing the hit.

"Oof! Ahh...well, I did, but his answer may not be the same as yours."

"Of course, he'd find some way to say he's right." You grit your teeth.

"He did...but I don't think that matters at this point," Kirishima said, ducking an elbow. "I think you two should make up."

His words stunned you long enough for you to almost take a direct punch to the face. "What!?" You hissed. "Did he put you up to this?"

"No. It's just...Kaminari and I are tired of seeing you guys acting so petty. You two obviously need to talk out whatever's bothering you."

You huffed a laugh. "If he can control his temper a little more, I wouldn't have a problem. It's nasty how he treats others, sometimes even total strangers!"

"See," the red head breathed. "That's sounds like something you need to tell him."

Suddenly, you found an opening in his stance. Quickly, you sunk to the floor and hurled your foot into his ankles, knocking him off the ground. With a hard thud, Kirishima fell on his back.

"He doesn't listen," You said, standing over him. "No one other than himself, that is. I'm not gonna bother trying to communicate with him when my words will just bounce off of him."

"Ahh...I get it," He groaned with a weak smile. "I'm not trying to pressure you. It just seems like Bakugou is troubled over your guys' fight, even if he won't admit it."

Your brows furrowed. The action of Bakugou actually caring about what happened left you perplexed, and maybe even a little hopeful? In any case, you offered a hand up to Kirishima. "Hey, nice match."

"You've got killer stamina. It was a fun fight," He complimented.

Aizawa was making his rounds when he walked past you two. "That was a good display of form and strategy, Miss...?"

"(l/n)."

He gave a curt nod. "Nice job." You beamed at the comment.

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On the opposite side of the field, Bakugou was going at it with Itsuka.

She hissed in pain as she took another one of Bakugou's right swings. "You really have no regard for safety do you?" She glared.

"This is training, not a fucking game of tag," the blond spat back.

"Ugh, how did (y/n) ever put up with you?" She scoffed, throwing a kick.

This made the teen scowl. "She should be much happier not dealing with me anymore." Even though he said it, his chest tightened by acknowledging that.

Itsuka hummed. "Hmm, well I don't know about that."

Bakugou perked up curiously. "What does that mean?" He lightened his attacks to keep her talking.

"I don't know," She shrugged. "She doesn't look unhappy. She still talks to me and Ibara, but she tends to drift off. She gets this lost look in her eye and suddenly she's gone. She's been kinda distant. Not the same girl we knew who loved to joke around and gushed over food."

"Which is why..." Itsuka continued. "You need to fix this!" She roundhouse kicked Bakugou on the shoulder making him falter.

"What the hell? How is this my fault!?" He glowered at the girl.

"Ever since you two had that fight, she's been silently dealing with her emotions. If you care—scratch that, if you're really her friend then you need to sort this out," Itsuka said firmly. "Even though I have no idea why, she cares about you enough to get upset about this. She won't show it 'cause she's stubborn and wants to be tough on herself, but you can see it in those quiet moments."

Bakugou backed off from the ginger haired girl. His stance was still defensive, but his mind was reeling with questions.

Just then, a loud thump was heard from across the field. The blond glance over to see you had kicked Kirishima off his feet. You spoke some words to him before helping him up.

"Isn't the red head your friend?" Itsuka questioned.

Before she could react, Bakugou struck his forearm into her chest with such a force it made her tumble to the ground on her butt. "I win, extra," Bakugou said in an uncharacteristically quiet tone. It's almost as if the word left a bad taste in his mouth.

What do you guys think about me adding some more boys into the mix? Or which ones would you like to see? I've got two in particular I'd like your character to encounter ;) Also I'm sorry for the lack of characters right now. I'm waiting for a certain event to pass before I really get things going.

If you liked this chapter, let me know! Comments are much appreciated ^^