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Chapter 11 - Morning Blush

"Right... and why am I naked in your bed?"

Rubbing his eyes Bakugo could now see her bare shoulders, the dip of her spine sloping down gorgeously into her hips. Luckily the covers just hid her lower regions. She loosely held the ends of the sheets to her chest which couldn't hide a slight side boob from showing.

Exposed skin Bakugo could deal with but the knowledge that she was fully nude in HIS bed sent him over the edge of embarrassment. Flustered he went to make space between them but instead cause himself to tumble out of his bed landing ass-first on his floor. With a grumble, he rubbed his lower back.

"Bakugo?" she questioned again. Her doe eyes peered at him innocently waiting for him to answer, all his words were caught in the back of his throat, it felt like his heart was grasping his words preventing him from speaking causing him to be a flushed mess.

"I fucking guess when she turned you the clothes didn't come with you" he grumbled looking away from the attractive girl in his bed "I guess that makes sense..." She paused, even with Bakugo now wide awake he could see she was still a little sleepy.

She shifted slightly making Bakugo aware again that she was still in his bed "So why am I in your room?" "You refused to sleep alone and I was the only one feeding you so I guess you only wanted to sleep in here" "alright" a pause rang through the room "God! get out of my room you idiot!" He yelled standing up.

Complying Y/n went to stand, as she slightly let go of the covers Bakugo started to see more skin than he wanted "WAIT!" he yelled turning away "Idiot! Get some clothes on!" "But I don't have clothes" "Ugh that's right" Bakugo sighed thinking "I can just go to my room-" "No idiot! someone might see you!" "That's fine" "Wha- No it's not! Do you have any modesty!" "Not really" she deadpanned.

He sighed frustrated before going over to his drawers. He turned around seeing the girl sitting on the edge of his bed, his sheets wrapped gently across her body, up her legs, and lying delicately across her chest. He blushed lightly handing her some clothes.

He turned around to give her modesty, he could hear her stand up. She slipped on his black boxers and then looked at the T-shirt he had given her. "Bakugo" "What Feather Head you done?" "Not really" He turned slightly seeing her holding the shirt to her body, she gave him a look before fluttering her wings slightly indicating she couldn't put the shirt on.

"UGH" he snatched the shirt from her quickly looking away, he took some scissors from his desk and began to cut a pair of holes in the back of the shirt. "Don't you need that shirt?" "It's old" he growled throwing it back at her and looking away.

This time the girl silently slipped herself into the oversized T-shirt. "Thank you" she thanked the boy, he turned around to see the girl dressed in his boxers and his shirt, she pulled at the hem of the shirt quietly.

He appreciated how strong her wings were, they weren't some puny pigeon wings or ones like one of those cherubs, they were massive, powerful. Even without her wings, she was a capable fighter, his eyes traveled down her shoulders and across her arms which were scattered with divots and discolored scarring similar to his scars.

Her legs held similar scarring, they were like lightning strikes down her body. Her legs were defined and sculpted like a god. He could see stretch marks peeking past his boxers stripping her thighs.

A fine blush settled on his cheeks as he realized he had been staring for far too long. "UGH, You're dressed now go!" He shouted shoving the girl out of his room into the hallway. Within minutes the peaceful serenity of Bakugo's room had been disturbed by one angelic girl.

Y/n stood, a little confused, barefooted in the carpeted hallway of her dorms. A growl rumbled in her stomach, cupping her belly she concluded since she was already dressed she could go downstairs for breakfast.

And go downstairs she did, Kirishima was the first one to find her sitting on the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal and no pants on. "Morning" She mumbled with a mouth full of food "You're back!" He exclaimed running over to his friend "Whoes back- Y/n!" Mina yelled running down the stairs as she saw her friend.

Slowly other classmates come downstairs for food and saw their now un-catlike classmate seated with a group of friends laughing about all the silly things she did when she was a cat. Y/n didn't seem embarrassed about the stories, her lack of pants, or her lack of a bra. She was back to plain old Y/n.

The same couldn't be said for Bakugo who after an hour of alone time decided to get a meal and saw his classmates seated on the couch with Y/n who sat in his boxers and shirt. A red hue coloured his ears as he huffed ignoring the group and heading to the kitchen for food.

Kirishima got up from the couch and leaned against the counter giving his friend a knowing look. "So how was your morning" "It was fine" "Really? Nothing crazy? You know Y/n's back right?" "Yes, I know that idiot is back" "And how do you know that?" "Cause she's over there fucker!" He yelled gesturing to the quiet girl. Mina was currently laying her head on her lap telling her about the bird incident.

"Really? Because she was sleeping in your room all these days... and she's kinda in your shirt and boxers" Kirishima raised an eyebrow "Yeah so what? She woke up with no fucking clothes on, wasn't gonna force her out without something on" Bakugo growled. "Yeah, and you made wing holes for her?" "And?" "Bakugo..." Kirishima looked at the black T-shirt with a skull on the front the girl wore, Bakugo followed his gaze seeing the angelic girl, the group erupted into laughter and for once Y/n's lips turned up in a little smile.

That smile could melt ice and topple mountains, Bakugo could feel his heart forcing its way up his throat. "Dude isn't that your favorite shirt?" "SHUT IT SHITTY HAIR!" Bakugo let out explosions on his friend.

The following week Aizawa seemed more irritated and irritation translated into extra training for his students. Everyone trained heavily pushing themselves past the limit. Y/n of course never seemed too bothered by the amount of work given.

One night during a class dinner everyone was eating meals around the common room all chatting happily and talking about any classwork they were confused about. Y/n as usual sat on the side listening quietly to her friends. Her eyes were heavy with greying bags hanging from her eyes. "You ok Y/n? you've seemed really tired the last couple of days" Mina asked, the girl looked up from her bowl of food. "Yes, just a little tired... I might head in for the night" She explained getting up from her seat.

"Ok bestie! Get some good sleep!" Mina smiled at her friend. Y/n cleaned her dishes before heading upstairs. Her room was quiet, a gentle breeze drifted through the balcony doors that she had left open. She splayed herself out on her bedsheet pulling out her phone.

Her classmates had helped her set up her phone, she now had most of the class's numbers, they had shown her how to use google and any other important internet things. The screen lit up her face in the dark of her room. She swiped through the tabs of internet browsing she had previously used before pulling up an advertisement

FIGHTING AND BETTING RINGS!

COME BET SOME MONEY ON A FIGHTER

OR

COME VOLUNTEER AND FIGHT OUR DEADLY FIGHTERS

WINNERS OF FIGHTS GET ANY MONEY BETTED AGAINST THEM

Checking the address again she turned off her phone. Unlike the ring she came from, this ring was for volunteer fighters only. She picked herself off her bedding putting on a tank top and pair of baggy pants she worked out in.

The night was cold and uncertain as her blinds whipped in the wind, her room was suddenly absent of occupants. She flew over the city undetected, looking over the yellow car lights and office windows which illuminated the street. Dropping into a side alley she pulled a bloody black jacket from the trash, ripping two holes in the back of the jacket and ripping the hem off to wrap around her jaw acting as a mask.

Her eyes buzzed red as a thrill ran through her veins. She knocked on an old rusted door down an abandoned alley, a pair of eyes looked through a peephole observing her. "Third night in a row... come on in girlie" The gruff man laughed pulling the heavy door open. The place stank of booze and sweat.

Drunken men cheered at the barside while a cage in the middle of the room rattled as a body was thrown against it. Bright spotlights beamed down on the two fighters. Y/n wasn't used to feeling anything but anger or fear but a small pit of guilt buried itself in her chest knowing her classmates and teachers would disapprove of what she was doing.

But something in her wasn't satisfied by controlled fighting, she felt held back, she felt trapped to an extent. She didn't like hurting her classmates but she loved spilling blood. The pit called to her, it was her purpose to fight.

She wrote her name down on the fighters sheet and patiently waited on the sidelines, she sat on a stool at the bar, both feet crossed as her wings lay across the counter. "Back again hey Harpey?" The bartender asked, she looked up at him blankly "I'll be sure to bet higher on you this time" He laughed before helping another customer.

After an hour of fighting finally, she was called up. A tall gangly man with long dirty dreads stood opposite her, he licked his perpetually dry lips smiling disgustingly down at her. Her wings fluttered and fidgeted getting ready to fight.

The shouts of patrons blended together like ocean waves, their cheers and boos all sounded the same. She was in her head, feeling the buzz of excitement. The moment the referee signaled the beginning of the fight she shot forwards before her opponent could move she thrust a heavy fist into the man's gut. He keeled over clutching his stomach spitting out bile, his body hadn't prepared for such a fast attack, turning around she brought her fingers together locking them into a fist and bringing it down onto the man's skull.

The crowd cheered as the smaller girl beat into the filth of a man, he cried out in pain as she lifted him into the air before throwing him into the cage's walls. Once the fight had ended the stage was far more bloody.

Y/n heaved a deep breath, her teeth bared like an animal's as she stood over the man like he was her prey. Her knuckles were red and bruised and the knees of her pants were more scuffed than before she entered the ring. She had tried to not get blood on her clothes since she had so few back on campus. That didn't stop the blood going in her untied hair or rosy cheeks.

"ODYSSYS'S HARPY WINS!" The MC calls as the referee enters the cage and lifts her arm signaling her as the victor.

She left the ring, big men giving her heavy claps on the back, talking about how incredible she was. She rarely listened, sometimes she would go back to write her name down for a second fight or just go back to campus. She decided to write her name down again waiting in her spot at the bar as usual.

The barkeep moved a drink over to the girl. She gave him a confused look "On the house, you just won me 50000¥" he laughed. The girl took a sip of the drink, it was laced with a heavy amount of alcohol. Since she didn't bring water she accepted needing something cold to drink.

By the end of the drink, her head was heavy, her eyesight was a little fuzzy around the edges and her body felt too heavy to move. She felt a pair of warm hands rest on her arms as she walked out of the venue.

Why am I walking? Where am I going?

Her thoughts were so fuzzy nothing was making sense. Thick fingers pulled her phone and campus access key card out, the man smirked up to his partner waving the plastic card in the air.

Stilly woozy Y/n could hear quiet talking, chains rattling, and footsteps. Time seemed to be cut into pieces, one moment she was in one place then she would blink and be somewhere else. Her hands were roughly cuffed together as she felt herself get lifted off the ground.

Suddenly unbelievable pain shot through one of her wings, she looked to the side but could only see a general white and red shape. She struggled pathetically against whatever was holding her, whatever she had drunk wasn't sitting right in her stomach.

A similar pain ripped through her other wing, she could feel her body scream as something painful ripped through her wings. A hand touched her face making her look into the man's eyes, a pair of eyes she was very familiar with. "Aw, that drink not sitting well for you angel?" He cooed before pushing her face to the side.

Nothing was making sense and soon she had fallen asleep from both the pain and the drugs that were in her system.

"About time she got knocked out" "We always knew she was a heavyweight, those tranquilizers never worked with her either"

Two shadowed figures talked, one with a heavier build, broad shoulders, a big chest, and fresh brown stumble. The other man was more lanky, long pale fingers rubbed together in satisfaction as his electric yellow eyes watched the girl, his fingers raking through his thin deep purple hair. Dark smiles crept on the men's faces.

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"Time to go get our guests"