𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, k. bakugo

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CHAPTER TWO
❛ the exam ❜

IT WAS FINALLY the last round in the practical exams, meaning it was your teams turn to battle against All Might. 1-A watched in fear for your team, All Might being seen as the most feared teacher to spar against. There was no way a group of students would win against Japans number one hero, right? It was quiet amongst you all as the exam gates opened, revealing the abandoned city you'd be sparring in. You took in the sight of the long road ahead, set on the exit that awaited you at the end.

"Team Midoriya, Bakugo, and (L/n)." The announcer introduced, "Ready, begin!"

Of course, Bakugo was the quickest, leaving both you and Midoriya behind. The two of you exchanged knowing looks, before picking up speed to match that of the ash-blondes.

"Kacchan, please, let's discuss a plan," Midoriya began, walking alongside Bakugo. You trailed closely behind, choosing to keep quiet. "Normally I'd suggest that we assess the villains skill level before choosing to attack or run away, but this is All Might we're up against. Combat against him will be utterly impossible, no matter how many people we have!" Bakugo began to walk faster, grinding his teeth in anger as he tried to ignore Midoriya. You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration. As much as you had prepared before the exam, there was no amount of notes that could prepare you for dealing with him.

"I don't give a fuck what you think!" He spat. "I'm gonna blast that smile right off his face whether you like it or not." Midoriya reached for Bakugos arm in an attempt to stop him, but was met with a fist to the face. He stumbled backwards and fell into your arms. You had just barely caught him.

Stunned, you watched as Bakugo continued on his own path, uninterested in anything else the two of you had to say. No, you weren't going to let this slide. Maybe Izuku could tolerate his disrespect, but not you— he pissed you off on the wrong day. Pushing Midoriya to the side, you began to march after the pyro-idiot. "Get your ass back here, Bakugo." He cursed in annoyance, turning back to face you with clenched fists.

"The fuck do you want?!" To be frank, he didn't give a shit what you had to say. He wished both you and the freckled idiot would get lost somewhere so he could face All Might the way he had planned. Bakugo wasn't interested in your shitty over-thought plans. He felt he was being dragged down by the two of you.

"You're seriously being irrational! We have to come up with a strategy or you'll end up ruining everyones chances of passing!" Bakugo furrowed his brows, stepping up to you in a threatening manor. He glared down at you as if you were inferior to him— you hated that.

"Your best chances of winning are with me on your team." He sneered, too blinded by his arrogance to listen to reason. "I can win this shit by myself, I don't need you or that other shithead's useless quirks!" Without thinking, you shoved Bakugo to the ground, blinded by anger. This. This is exactly why you couldn't be on a team with him. He had a special talent of getting under your skin. Yeah, you didn't interact with the blonde very much, but the few times you have, it always ended in a heated argument— and you were never one to back down.

"(L/n), let me handle it!" Izuki yelled, pulling you away from the seething blonde. Those crimson-red eyes glared daggers into you as he pushed himself up from the concrete. Snatching your arm from Izuku's grip, you lunged forward, tackling Katsuki back to the ground. This was so unlike you. You and Bakugo began to scrap on the ground, ignoring Midoriya's pleas— that is, until a violent wind came blasting through the street. The extreme force sent the three of you scrambling across the concrete, struggling to make anything out through the thick debris.