The bathroom door was abruptly slammed against the wall, startling a few passing students in the hallway, as a dark-haired girl stomped out of the bathroom while a (h/c)-haired one desperately called after her.

"Wait! Satori!" (Y/n) tried to keep up with Satori but her chase was interrupted when she found a big group of students happening to conveniently crowd in front of a notice board, further widening the distance between her and Satori. In her panicked state, she elbowed her way past them while offering a hurried string of apologies to the affected.

Once she had found her way through, she located Satori, who had managed to get further away from her than (Y/n) liked.

"Satori!" she yelled, picking up her pace to catch up with her. "Stop!"

Said girl briefly looked over her shoulder at the girl but plainly disregarded her plea as she continued towards the direction of her class, her eyes blazing with purpose. The purpose: finding Katsuki Bakugou.

And finding him wasn't difficult.

By both bad luck and good luck, Katsuki and his friends were heading to class from the cafeteria, unaware of the rampaging girl treading right for them.

That was until Satori blocked them off on their way, going to stand directly in front of them, with her eyes narrowed in on their supposed "leader", Katsuki.

On seeing this, (Y/n) paled. Multiple curses flew out her mouth as she came to a slow stop behind Satori, her eyes also trained on Katsuki. A series of mixed emotions swirled in them, with the main one being dread. The rising tension in the air gripped at her throat and she pressed her lips together to quell the nauseous feeling starting to bubble in her gut.

Having have noticed her joined presence, Satori shot the girl a sly smirk over her shoulder.

"Well, Lookie here at who we just bumped into (Y/n)," she barked an arrogant laugh and gestured towards Katsuki. "Isn't this coincidence?"

Katsuki's narrowed eyes flitted from Satori to (Y/n) and she immediately looked away. Ignoring her lurching heart, she grabbed Satori's wrist and began to pull her back.

"Satori, please," she pleaded once more in a hushed tone. "No point in starting trouble. Let's go."

Satori turned to give her a mixed look of confusion and irritation. "Didn't I say that I would help you in any way I can? Here's me helping."

(Y/n)'s hold on her wrist tightened, causing Satori to slightly wince.

"You're only going to make things worse," she enunciated each word carefully, quietly, her eyes boring deep into Satori's in the hope of driving the message through. "Just let it go."

Satori made a frustrated sound and roughly yanked her arm out of (Y/n)'s grasp.

"Get a fucking grip, (Y/n)!" she snapped, making (Y/n) flinch and instinctively take a step back. "If you don't wanna be involved then be my guest and leave. Besides," Satori turned back to Katsuki and gave a lopsided grin, "life has offered me a good opportunity to finally catch up with my least favorite person in the world. Isn't that right, Kakahoe Bakushit."

An angry vein popped above Katsuki's eyebrow and he was about to give Satori a piece of his mind when Kirishima rested his elbow on his shoulder, halting him in place. The ash-blonde shot him a side glare, biting back the words he was initially meant to say. He looked back at Satori, his face set in dissatisfaction, but not without flickering his eyes past (Y/n).

"The fuck you want," he growled, his upper lip curled in annoyance.

"The fuck I-" Satori cut herself short, expression feigning hurt as she dramatically gasped and placed a hand on her chest. "Can't a girl even say hi to her former classmate these days? I'm sure you have something else to say to me after all this time other than that. No "I missed you"? "You look nice"? A reunion gift at least?"

Her smirk faded when Katsuki abruptly towered over her, stepping into her space.

"A kick to the teeth and an ambulance at the ready will be my fucking reunion gift if you don't back the fuck off," he said lowly, his voice dangerously dropping a few octaves.

A bitter scowl formed on Satori's face as her eyes locked onto Katsuki's red ones in a shared hatred. Electricity sparked around the air between them as the two stared each other down and it didn't go unnoticed by the unfortunate audience.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Okay," Kirishima was the first to break the tense atmosphere as he slung his arm around Katsuki's shoulder to pull him back and out of Satori's bubble. "Slow down there, buddy."

He clamped his hand down Katsuki's shoulder and subtly squeezed, making the message impossible to interpret, before leaning closer to Katsuki. "Remember who's also here," he articulated in a sing-song voice, quietly as it was meant for Katsuki's ears only, before pulling away to flash the two girls a tight smile.

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki forcibly pushed Kirishima's hand off his shoulder. "Shut it, shit for brains. I'm not blind."

"Temper. Temper," Satori tsked, bring the attention back to her. "It's nice to see one lamentable characteristic of yours still remaining," her eyes fell on Kirishima and she sized him up. "And now you have a friend?"

"Um," Mina stepped forward from behind the two boys with her hand held up, "friends actually?"

Kaminari, who appeared on Katsuki's other side, rested his elbow on the ash blonde's shoulder. "He doesn't just have one, dudette."

"Yeah," grinning, Sero slung an arm around Mina's shoulder. "We're all his friends."

The four teenagers, with Katsuki being an exception, all smirked at Satori, who in turn narrowed her eyes at them before turning her attention to the only female of the group.

She pointed a finger at the girl. "Ashido right?"

The pink-haired female briefly exchanged hesitant looks with Sero. "Uh...yeah."

"Hmm," Satori slowly nodded as she regarded Katsuki's friends with an indecipherable expression on her face. "Well, this is an unexpected development..."

"If you nothing better to do than run your big mouth," Katsuki seethed, his hands tightening into fists as he held back the desire to smash her head in, "then I suggest you piss off before I punt you across the fucking hall."

"Oooh, I'm trembling in my designer shoes," Satori stated dryly before rolling at her eyes. "You see, (Y/n) and I- c'mere darling-" she grabbed said girl's arm from behind her and pulled to her side, wrapping an arm around her to prevent her from escaping, "-(Y/n) and I were just thinking earlier. What's worse than being paired up with a pathetic cunt like you?"

"Satori please..." (Y/n) weakly pleaded, her face contorting into a grimace. She really didn't like the mischievous twinkle in her best friend's grey eyes.

"And we thought," ignoring (Y/n), Satori popped both her hands open in a jazz hands gesture, "nothing."

"Don't make me tell you twice, Hanabitch." Katsuki said tightly, his jaw taut from grinding his teeth together.

"Um, I'm sorry, uh...miss," Kaminari butted in, his eyes nervously darting back and forth between a nearly combusting Katsuki and a smug Satori. "Bakugou isn't really in a good mood right now so if you don't mind, please don't make him mad..."

"But why not?" the dark-haired girl whined in a stubborn tone, eyebrows drawn together in a pathetic look. Katsuki sucked in a harsh breath through his clenched teeth, his nails digging into trembling palms with every passing second he listened to Satori's aggravating voice with increasing wrath.

"Didn't I establish that we know each other? I mean we went to the same school and all. And I do mind because I haven't seen or heard of him in ages..." Satori paused to gasp, her hand held in front of her mouth. "Oh wait, no," she forced out a dry chuckle and placed a hand on her forehead "I'm sorry. I did hear of you recently. Must've slipped my mind..." she pointed at him, "wasn't it when you got caught by the League of villains like the little pussy you are?"

"HAAH!" red eyes blazing, temper boiling over and ready to blow Satori's head off, Katsuki took a step forward, hand raised to grab her by the throat. "THAT'S FUCKING IT-!!"

"BAKUGOU, NO!!"

"BRO, STOP!"

She didn't know what made her do it, pure instinct maybe or just plain stupidity, (Y/n) found herself stepping in between Satori and Katsuki, with arms wide open, and eyes squeezed shut, prepared to take the blow on behalf of her friend.

However, the blow never came.

She slowly blinked her eyes open and they widened upon taking in the sight in front of her. Katsuki remained frozen in place, wide-eyed, his breath shuddering in shallow, uneven huffs as he gawked at her. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Mina also peered back at (Y/n) with both shock and relief clouding their features as they hung off of the ash blonde. Kirishima had his arms wrapped around Katsuki's neck, Kaminari and Sero each had tight grips on both of Katsuki's arms while Mina had her arms around Katsuki's waist, all in a bid to stop him from hurting (Y/n) and further destroying his chances with her.

If he even has one that is...

The silence and tension that surrounded them was palpable. The other students threw curious glances at them as they passed by, with some stopping to spectate the row. Whispers and murmurs filled with gossip flew by their ears but they paid no mind to them as their attention was only focused on each other.

(Y/n) let out a shaky breath and she hesitantly dropped her arms back to her side. Her heart painfully slammed against her ribcage, aware of how narrowly she had missed a probable fatal blow to the head. She was mentally grateful that it had not come to that.

Satori, who remained slack-jawed after witnessing the unusual yet brave act by (Y/n), looked from Katsuki to (Y/n) and back. Despite achieving the desired reaction from Katsuki, there was something very wrong going on there. Confusion rang through her mind as she tried to make sense of everything she was looking at.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he had almost hit (Y/n). When he was done shoving the four assholes of him, he looked back at (Y/n). The girl flinched upon locking gazes with him and immediately broke it off by looking away.

Shit. Seeing her avoid his eyes was like a punch to his already wounded heart, reminding him that it was all his fault she was like that towards him, even if he didn't want to think it that way.

Scoffing, Katsuki shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his gaze to the side. Great. Fucking great. As if he wasn't in deep shit with (Y/n) already and now he had nearly hit her, all because he allowed himself to get riled up by her bitch of her best friend. Yet another fucking blemish to his record. He wasn't stupid. He knew who was at fault and who wasn't. But he also knew who would be blamed and who would be found without a fault.

It pissed him the fuck off.

Clicking his tongue, he grumbled a curt "let's go" to his friends before starting towards class. As he passed by (Y/n), he shot her a quick side glance but didn't utter a single word.

Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Kaminari quickly followed behind, but not without apologizing to (Y/n) for the inconvenience.

As soon as they were gone, (Y/n) drew her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared down at the floor. She then sucked in a harsh breath before making for the opposite direction.

Satori remained rooted on the spot still trying to make heads or tails of what had just happened. She looked back to the group, her eyes landing on the ash blond's back and she rose a questioning brow. She then looked back at (Y/n) before deciding to follow her.

She aimed a narrowed look at the back of (Y/n)'s head as she trailed behind. Her mouth set in a hard line.

There was indeed something very wrong going on there.

***

"THAT FUCKING BITCH!!"

Katsuki bellowed, his gruff voice reverberating around the walls of the near-empty hall they had strayed to for him to cool off. While muttering several obscene words, he dug his trembling hands into his hair, threatening to rip it out as he glowered at the wall with a deranged expression. His chest heaved up and down with shaky, uneven breaths as he tried to come to terms with what had just happened.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING-WHEN I SEE HER AGAIN I'LL-"

He let out a loud yell that threatened to shatter the hall windows. Kirishima watched his friend from a safe distance with a withered expression while the other three covered their ears to prevent possible ear damage.

When he was done, Katsuki ran a hand down his face with a loud groan.

"Uh..." hesitant to have something thrown at him, Kirishima scratched his cheek as he searched up the right words to say. "You...okay, bro?"

Katsuki whirled around to shoot him a murderous look. "Do I fucking look okay to you?!"

Backing up, an uncomfortable chuckle slipped past Kirishima's lips and he held up his hands in surrender.

"So..." Kaminari started as soon as he uncovered his ears. He jerked a thumb towards the direction they had come from, "who was that back there? She said you two went to the same school. Apparently, you know each other...?"

"That's (Y/n)'s asswipe best friend," Katsuki grimaced bitterly at the memory of Satori's face. "Whatever-her-first-name-is Hanabitch."

"I heard (Y/n) say her name was Satori..." Mina crossed her arms across her chest and tilted her head to send him a doubtful look. "And I don't think that's her last name..."

"That's what you fucking care about?!" Katsuki snapped, his decibels rising together with his blood pressure.

"Yo," Sero interjected. "What's her damage anyway? Why did she go off on you like that?"

"Lemme guess," Kaminari held up an intuitive finger, "you three went to the same Junior High, she's (Y/n)'s best friend...which means," he smacked a fist on his open palm, "she must know what happened between you two, right?"

"Smart guess coming from someone with one brain cell but yeah," Katsuki remarked, missing the affronted look Kaminari threw at him as he turned his back to them to head towards one of the hall windows. "And she's been on my fucking case ever since."

His mouth twisted into a snarl at the thought of Satori around (Y/n). Who knows what she would tell her. Probably poison her mind further and make her hate him more. As if he wasn't already utter, gutter shit in her books. Hanabitch would only make things harder for him.

Especially after what happened.

His jaw tightened. There goes his fucking plan to avoid (Y/n) until the evening activity.

"Tch," he roughly shoved his hands in his pockets and glared out of the window. "That bitch is bad news. With every puppet freak show, there's always a lunatic master behind the scenes. She just happens to be one for that idiot (Y/n)."

The four friends wordlessly exchanged looks of shared understanding before looking back at Katsuki. He had suddenly gone quiet, unusually quiet.

So," Kaminari's tentative voice came up from behind him, "what are you gonna do?"

"Nothing," Katsuki balled his fists in his pockets. "Because if one of us doesn't stay away from each other then heads are gonna roll and trust me when I say," his eyes dangerously narrowed into slits, "it sure as fuck not gonna be mine."

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