She's the Man! [BNHA FOOTBALL AU!] (Reader x Bakugou!) BEING REWRITTEN!

12

"I was wondering, actually---"

You questioned, walking alongside your newfound friends that you met in the gym just a couple minutes before. Their names were Aoi, and Brenda, sophomores like you, and apparently they'd been friends since good 'ole Pre-K.

Your footsteps slowed as they waited patiently for your next words. You sighed, before scratching the back of your neck lightly,

"Would you guys be willing to tutor my friend?---"

Albeit, you were immediately cut off,

"Hell no, when it comes to academics, we're dumb as bricks."

Brenda said, as Aoi nodded in agreement, and your (e/c) hues fell to the floor in deep thought,

"Well, do you guys happen to know any nerds that'd be willing to do any tutoring?"

You inquired, quoting Ace's words, and the duo perked up,

"Yeah! I think Midoriya sounds like the person you may be looking for!"

Aoi added and you quirked a brow in confusion,

"---You know, Midoriya? Green hair, freckles, really cute kid, and overly nice?"

Brenda described, but still, you hadn't the slightest clue of who this person was,

"Who's that?"

Aoi stepped forward, checking her wristwatch for the time,

"He takes dance with Mina. They should be over there right now, actually."

She continued, putting a finger to her chin absentmindedly, in deep thought, before her dark blue orbs flickered to you,

"Do you need help finding the dance room?"

"Yes-"

She giggled at your straightforward response as they lead you away.

~~~~

Soft thumping noises vibrated against the tiled floors and walls as distant music blared beyond the room doors. You were intrigued slightly, you'd recognized the song playing, and with a gentle palm, you creaked the door open, making sure to make as little noise as possible.

Opposite to the wall you were scaling, was a large mirror the dancers danced in front of, and to the beat of the song, you could hear a woman count their steps,

"5,6,7,8---"

I'm guessing she's the choreographer?---

Their shoes squeaked against the spotless floor, as a growing warmth sprouted in the room. Their jagged breaths somewhat in unison, as sweat glistened against their faces.

Each individual zoned into the music as they moved with the beat,

What beautiful stage presence...

This went on for a while, you staring blankly that is, until Aoi interrupted your trance, and tapped your shoulder lightly. You raised a brow at the sudden action, as she leaned in,

"You see that guy? With the green hair?"

(E/c) hues scanned the room to find the person mentioned, and when your eyes fell on a certain freckled green-haired individual, you nodded,