Pain.

You couldn't sleep at all last night. It's something called, First day syndrome. Hell, realistically no one would be able to sleep properly having to start your first day of school, especially with you being considered the "new" student. You didn't know what to expect really, but whatever challenges that may be thrown at you, you would overcome easily.

You may be calm, but you still had an ego no less. Your confidence may not be in your physical aspects but, it needed to go somewhere. After taking a shower and brushing your teeth, you started rummaging through your belongings looking for your school uniform.

'The fuck? it's not here.'

Strange.. I know damn well I put it there last night... unless that asshole came into your room.

But that couldn't be possible since your room was locked?

You sighed, your nerves twitching in annoyance surging through you. Was that fucker trying to hide your uniform so that you couldn't come to school?

I think the fuck not.

Before you left your room, you quickly put on an oversized shirt. You didn't feel right walking around this house with a towel on, especially since there were men in this house. Very unlady like.

You immediately stormed out of your room, and headed straight to that mongrols hell hole he called a room. If he really wanted a war, two can play at that game. You didn't think he would start so soon.

After reaching his door, you were debating on just barging in or knocking. If you were to barge in, he could've been in the middle of putting his clothes on. Then again, that bitch came into your room stealing your clothes. Fuck being polite.

"I'm not in there dumbfuck."

You whipped around, seeing a shirtless Bakugou right in front of you. His towel was threatening to drop off.. Your eyes unintentionally trailed down to his glistening abs. The V lines on his hips that were stretching downwards, covered by the towel.. and his soaking, damp hair, that dark but ferocious expression on his face.

holy shit..

He must've noticed you staring at him since he had held a typical smirk on his smug face.

"Attempting to snoop into my room again? You're damn pitiful Peaches."

"Shut your mouth asshole, where did you hide it?"

His face morphed into a look of confusion. Was he seriously not aware of what you were talking about?

"The hell?! Hide what?"

"Where did you stash my uniform, pufferfish."

"EH? How the hell would I know?!" He spat out, while his throat emitted a low guttural growl.

"You think this is funny? I will beat your ass!"

"TRY ME EXTRA!"

You both ran towards each other, like a slo-mo moment in a movie scene, not giving a damn about clothes hanging and towels drooping low. He needed to get his ass beat, that mouth of his and sheer anger will get him nowhere now that you're around.

But before you both reached each other, your face smashed into the hands of someone else blocking him. Of course, he received the same treatment, yet worse. It felt like you literally smacked into a brick wall.

'What the fuc-'

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING? AND KATSUKI PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON YOU IMBECILE! HAVE SOME DECENCY IN FRONT OF A LADY!"

Mitsuki grabbed Bakugou by the hair, then settling to bonk him on top of his head.

"OW, YOU OLD HAG! WHA-"

She bonked him a second time, which this time silenced him for once. She threatened to burn his clothes if he didn't stay quiet. He coherently grumbled insults under his breath, staring at you with a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Now, explain to me nonsense is going on here.."

Mitsuki turn the opposite way, glaring at Bakugou then turn to you, smiling.

"Well.."

You smirked at Bakugou, daring him to try anything.

"Mitsuki! He stole my uniform and hid it.." You pouted all the while keeping eye contact with him.

Mitsuki started blank at the both of you, genuinely looking baffled.

"He did what?"

She looked towards him, while you laughed silently under your breath before she turned her attention back to you. You quickly coughed and pouted again.

"Yes ma'am, it's missing. and he's the only brainless idiot I know who would attempt to sabotage me by taking it so that I wouldn't be able to attend school today.."

"I DIDN'T TAKE SHI-"

Mitsuki bonked him on the head yet again, with Bakugou shouting and growing even more irritated.

"SILENCE!"

You sweatdropped, wondering if this was a bit too much. Oh well, that asshole deserves it.

"Y/N dear.. I'm the one who actually took your clothes to be washed. I thought it would be best for you to wear them while they were nice and warm. You're fine with that right? You gotta be a baddie on your first day! Show those students who runs those halls now."

"I-"

You kinda just stood there for a few seconds. Bakugou was still staring at you, which now was beginning to make you nervous.

'Damn.. So I just accused him for no reason. Makes sense to how Mitsuki came in. It's her house, so she'd have a key to every room.'

"Yes.. i'm actually grateful for that, thank you."

You felt like an idiot for just accusing Bakugou like that, and you did owe in an apology. Mitsuki proceeded to head back into the kitchen, after coming back to give you your uniform.

tch. I'm not apologizing to that fuckface. I'd rather die.

So you did just that. You turned around, heading back to your room. Why would you apologize if he wouldn't do the same?

"Tch. You're not gonna say anything?"

"Nah, i'm good bro. The fuck do you want me to say?"

"Oh.. I don't know.. FUCKING APOLOGIZE YOU DUMBASS!?"

"I have nothing to say to you. Should've never tried to fight me yesterday. Plus, what the fuck do I look like apologizing to you?"

He stares back at you in silence, a blank expression plastered on his face. You weren't able to read him, Honestly you've probably never have been able to read him at all. He then chuckles to himself,  turning around and mumbling profanities under his breath.

"Such a damn brat. Taming you will be an easier task than I thought it would be. I'm going to imbed my fucking name on your damn forehead. Shows you who's master."

"What? I cannot be tamed, hoe. You're the animal in this situation. Maybe I need to throw you in a cage and show you who the real master is."

" Stupid B-"

"You know what, I'm tired of your damn mouth. Go wash that shit with bleach, damn. Making my ears bleed with all that "weakling this" and "weakling that" talk. You trying the WRONG one motherfucker. I ain't the one. Keep testing me and I will bust your head open with a bottle then shove it right down your esophagus. Bitch. Tch. Stupid ass probably doesn't even know the meaning of it."

"YOU-"

"Shut the hell up."

You walked the away from the fuming oversized looking pig named Bakugou, As he himself was just yelling and spouting incoherent profanities at you, swearing up and down that he will literally choke you until you perish from the earth. Honestly, you were getting irritated by his behavior. As you headed back to your room, you had a few thoughts pop up in your mind.

'He won't ever shut up...'

You probably did go a little overboard, but oh, what the hell, it wasn't your fault. That filthy mutt wouldn't shut his trap.

'A fine mutt at that.'

'Wait, what??'

No. NO.

You slapped your face, getting rid of those fraudulent thoughts out of your head. You are NOT doing this. Absolutely not. That asshole has no human decency, let alone being 'kind'. Whatever the case may be, he can hate you all you want. You're still going to try and mend this friendship. Or if you even call it a friendship.. This "situationship". Yea, that's more like it.

'Damn I gotta go to school with that asshole too.. It's gonna be a long day.'

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He was furious. He was absolutely furious. Who the fuck did you think you were? Going off on him like that, thinking you'd get away with it unscathed. A sinister thought was pooling into his mind. He wished from the heavens above to offer him a whip and chains from above just so he could spank you with it, showing no mercy. That seemed like a befitting punishment for you. The AUDACITY. This made him more hungry for meticulous revenge. He wanted you to endlessly beg for mercy, getting on your bruised up knees from his consistent onslaughts of painfully brimmed lashes and beg for forgiveness.

He's never had anyone speak to him like that, other than his mother. What really baffled him the most was that, if someone were to ever speak to him that way, they would have for sure been obliterated on the spot. Yet you, a person he doesn't even consider to be threatening, had the balls to say that to him. Not only that, He didn't even run after you to give you a mouthful of his fists.

That's what's really shocking. He didn't even try. Not a single inch of his body tried to grab you and slam you on the floor. The fact that you had such courage to belittle him and threaten him was blasphemy in his eyes. What pains him the most is that, your confidence intrigues him. That outburst menacingly peaked his interest.

'That is definitely not the Y/N I knew as kids.'

He just wanted to ruin you. I wanted to see you cry out while you hung on for dear life awaiting for someone, anyone, to hear your pleas for help. The only thing you'll ever see is his face. Hatred displayed all over his body.

Why exactly did he hate you so much? You weren't even aware of his foul suffering. The amount of pain and suffering he had to go through, while he hung on for his own life at the hospital after he had nearly drowned to death. His lung capacity almost collapsing, his breathing erratic from the constant chokes and difficulty to breath. His mental health never healed that day, probably because of you leaving him to die and never even coming back. How doesn't know how to heal. The amount of PTSD he suffered from that day. That's one of the reasons why he is shaped the way he is today. An asshole to society. He had to endure so much just because of you. Nothing, Nothing will ever amount to it.

Of course, the thought of you returning back to him had crossed his mind back then. Coming back to him, to help him heal from his trauma. But that was a feverish and distant dream. You never returned. Neither did you ever contact him. It was as if you completely dissapeared, and forgot all about him. Maybe, if you had returned sooner, he wouldn't have had to suffer as much as he did.

But then you did return, out of nowhere at that, not even having an ounce of guilt or remorse of what you committed had angered him to the core. How could you? Back when his PTSD was at its peak, he wouldn't even attempt to go near pools, beaches, or any form of large bodies of water. He would have panic attacks, remembering the horrible memory of his near death. His parents helped him get over that fear though, and now he can freely go swimming without reminiscing horrific memories.

"This is ridiculous.."

He loosely unbuttoned his uniform, staring at himself at the mirror, taking the appearance of a typical delinquent. Sighing to himself, he couldn't help but wonder how he was going to control himself around you. His emotions were jumbled and disoriented, at war with each other. Most of him wanted to kill you, while deep down, a tiny bit of him just wanted to be have some closure with you. To let go, and be comforted by you. Yet he will never admit this to himself or to anyone.

"Tch." He growls, slinging his custom made UA black and orange backpack over his shoulders. He narrowed his eyes, seeing a notification pop up on his phone.

"Shitty hair.."

A grunt escapes his plump lips, with a scowl appearing.

'It's going to be a long day..'

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Whew ! Told y'all i was gonna update. I literally wrote this in a span of two hours. Also i haven't edited this, so if you do spot any errors, just comment on it and i'll get it fixed. Anyways, i'm back. See y'all next week! I'm also gonna be HEAVILY editing the first 3 chapters because I don't like it😭 most things will change so i'll let you guys know when it's been edited so you can go back and reread if you want! you'll be confused if you don't. But anyways see y'all bbys!

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