┊┊.ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ.┊┊(BAKUGOU X READER)

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚

                 Heya peeps! This chapter is a battle chapter so you can see Amaya's (aka YOU) fighting style and banter. Not super angsty but a bit of blood so if that bothers you then beware!

Enjoy peeps!

     Bakugou's POV

I watched as Stupid Hair awkwardly asked Jetpack to fight him, a strange way of showing interest in someone. When Jepack accepted, I knew exactly what she had in mind. ~ She wants to spar with someone she has a disadvantage against so that if she comes out victorious, it will show her strength and versatility~ Blasty thought with an annoyed bristle. "Clever little a-hole." He seethed, looking at her with what he thought was pure hatred, but instead it turned out to be envy? Jealousy? As Bakugou continued to observe Amaya's confident demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. He realized that she possessed a level of apparent fearlessness and grit that he admired deep down, despite his initial annoyance. No, no.. that couldn't be it; he's Bakugou, the best UA student ever, heck, the best person in the world... At least, that's what he was telling himself. In a moment of pure instinct, he stormed over, snatching her wrist and dragging her toward the sparring circle.

Amaya's POV

A tightness clutched her wrist, and she turned around, yanking her hand back instantly. "Back off Bakugou." "Fight me, or I'll blow your freaking head to the moon." She stopped and thought for a moment, ~This could be my chance to prove myself.~ "Fine," she decided, letting her hands fall to her sides in what seemed to Bakugou to be defeat.. He was sorely mistaken. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE TO BEGIN WITH JETPACK." He screeched, reaching the outlined ring to stretch. Amaya's heart raced as she watched Bakugou stretch, his words echoing in her mind. She knew she had to stay focused and not let his taunts get to her. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that this fight was about more than just proving herself; it was about showing everyone what she was truly capable of. She held her head high, glancing at Kirishima. "..O-... OH! I'm sorry, we were supposed to spar!" She apologized, her memory of the original plan flooding back to her. "Nah, it's ok. Go beat up Bakugou!!" He cheered, pumping a fist into the air. She smiled, nodding at him thankfully. "Will do Sharky!" As she turned, though, his smile had faded, and he slumped his shoulders, scraping his shoe against the dusty ground. "Aw, man... I thought I had her for sure. He whined to himself. Kirishima's disappointment was evident as he watched her walk away, feeling a twinge of regret for not being able to spar with her. He knew that she had something to prove, and he wanted to be there to witness her growth firsthand.

She approached the circle but stopped abruptly at the edge of the painted line. "I'm not getting any younger. And you're certainly not getting any stronger, Jetpack," Bakugou teased, sliding a foot back to improve his stability. "Hm.. I couldn't quite hear you over the immense amount of crap that's spewing out of your mouth. Come again?" He stepped forward with a determination that electrified the air, and a snarl that sent shivers down her spine. She thought she could see right through his little tough guy act, but every time she thought she had him figured out, his mood would shift. Bakugou was a strong opponent; she fully acknowledged that, and frankly, she was no match for him. So there was only one option...

A logical ruse.

She began fiddling with your collar "nervously", Well, she WAS nervous, but the fiddling was part of the act. She stepped into the ring, immediately feeling a wave of chills run through her body as the air pressure and temperature changed. "DIEEEE!" Bakugou screamed as he released a massive explosion. Her quick analysis told her that the only way to avoid it was up... perfect.

She sent a massive air current through her boots, propelling her into the air as the heat from the explosion seeped through her suit, reaching her skin. She pushed and pulled the air molecules at the surface of the ground, creating a nearly opaque dust cloud.