Dear Diary,

Why Bakugou?

The question of the year...well, years considering my middle school friends have also been asking me that since I spilled the beans.

And it's not like I haven't always known the answer. I do, I just never told anyone coz I'm a little shit ahaaaa (¬‿¬)

Okay back to the big question, why him...?

Well, the answer consists of a long-ass explanation that I don't necessarily have to write in here but I'm only doing it to fill this diary which I got for nearly 2000 yen and I'll be damned if I don't fill it with sentimental shit.

Where was I again? Oh yeah. Why him...?

I'll just start with a brief history of me. Back then, hell even now I guess, I wasn't extraordinary. I wasn't anything important in particular with a unique characteristic to my name. I wasn't the prettiest, I wasn't the smartest, I wasn't the sportiest, boys didn't fawn over me, drama and my name were never in the same sentence...I wasn't even remotely popular let alone very social. Sure I had a few friends, three close ones actually, the others were just fellow acquaintances I called classmates and schoolmates.

In short, if you looked up boring in the dictionary, you would've seen my name scribbled down as one of the examples.

I was a nobody, an insignificant extra in the background as Katsuki would so lovingly put it. And to add sprinkles to the depressing ice cream, my Quirk wasn't even all that. It can't help me fight, all it does is help me hide from situations that I didn't want to get involved in. And maybe, turn things into other shit. But I mean, what's the point of it if I can't turn into another human being so that I can be them for a while and enjoy their privileges?

Nothing is the point. And you could see it in people's faces. Every time I would tell them about my Quirk, the first question they would ask is if I could turn into other people. And once I say no, all excitement would immediately die out of their eyes and be replaced by a look along the lines of "then what's the point of you existing?" or "I just wasted five seconds of my life asking.".

So yeah, I didn't need my point of view to know my Quirk was boring, I had enough outside help, thank you very much.

But you know the good thing about it all, I tried not to care. It kinda hurt at times, but I guess I could say I learned to live with it.

Plus ever since I got my Quirk, I never really bothered with it apart from accepting it as a part of me, like another left hand that would help me out.

Kids my age, well, those who had "capable" Quirks always spoke about being heroes in the future. Me? Yeah, there were talks between my parents and teachers of me being some kind of hero...police blah blah blah but come on, I wasn't cut out to be a hero. And it's not like I had a backup plan to begin with or other career choices. I was more of the type to go with the flow. Whatever life decided to throw at me, I'll just go with it and see where I end up.

See, growing up with that mentality, I came to view the world as a place where only privileged people, the perfect ones could make it and be successful. For the others like me, we would just continue our lives like the background characters meant to fill the world with life. Waiting to grow up, get some job then work until we die.

Well, that was up until middle school, second year.

When imperfect me officially met perfect him.

***

Two years ago***

"On your marks! Get set-"

At the sound of the start gun, the second year boys' team bolted down the running track, their pace slow at first but steadily building up into a jog. The excited cheers and hoots from the girls sitting at the bleachers cut through the hot, midday air, mixed with chatter and laughter as they watched the boys run past them. The class was having P.E, all dressed up in their P.E uniforms and on that particular day it was the boys' turn to run track. Just one lap around the large field and they were done. For their less-than-sport-enthusiastic class teacher, that was more than enough.

Among the girls, was a group of four, sitting slightly further away from the rest so that they could enjoy a bit of gossip between themselves.

"Did you guys hear about the utter abomination that was Nakuru's party on Saturday?" one of the girls, waist-length hair as black as coal with white highlights on the curls snickered. Her name, Satori Hanabe.

The girl to her left, Shiori, a bespectacled brunette with piercing green eyes, nodded in concern. "I hear her mom got so mad she's grounded for two months."

Satori scoffed and leaned back, supporting her weight on her hands and crossed her legs. "She should've just followed my advice and done a karaoke party but does anyone listen to Satori?" she shrugged and shook her head. "No. Now, look what happened."

"You know..." the third girl to Satori's right, also a brunette but with blue eyes and freckles, added unsurely. "I'm...sure she took it into some consideration."

The dark-haired girl sharply turned her head towards her hesitant companion, making her lightly gasp.

"Some isn't enough, Mei! Some means partly, which isn't completely like she was supposed to!" Sitting up straight, she uncrossed her legs and turned to Shiori, who honestly couldn't care less. "Some means she thought of it but didn't think about it because she had better things to think about like the party-" she jabbed a finger to her chest, "-that I didn't get invited to!"

"So this is actually about you..." Shiori gave the frustrated girl a flat look. "No surprise there..."

Seeing that she had one less supporter, she looked back at Mei, who meekly shrugged before nodding, indicating that she was on Shiori's side.

"I can't believe you two," offended that her so-called friends didn't back her up, she let out a mix between a groan and a whine before yelling out a name. "(Y/n)!"

Said girl looked up from the diary on her lap towards the girl who was pointing at the two. "Tell these idiots that I'm right."

"Uh..." (Y/n) paid each girl a confused glance before settling back on Satori with a lost look. "What?"

Throwing her head back, Satori rolled her eyes before muttering to herself. "Completely useless."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows snapped together as she sent Satori an affronted glare while questioning herself what she did wrong.

"Hey, (Y/n)," a face appeared in front of her line of vision, blocking her view of Satori and she blinked to focus on the gentle girl's face. "What do you always write in your diary?"

Realizing that she still had her private book open on her lap, the (h/c)-haired girl glanced it and back at Shiori.

"Uhh," she drawled out as she not so subtly placed her pen in between the pages before slowly closing the book. "Stuff?"

Shiori rose a skeptical brow while tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Stuff?"

(Y/n) stretched her lips sideways and slowly nodded. "Yeah. Stuff."

Satori suddenly appeared from behind Shiori, leaning back so that she wasn't getting blocked anymore.

"What stuff do you even write about?" she scoffed a laugh. "Your life's as interesting as a piece of bread."

"Wow..." (Y/n) scowled, her fingers tightening around the book's edges. "That's...really insightful of you."

Mei, who had been silent for a while, lightly smacked the back of Satori's head, earning a cry of protest, before sending (Y/n) an apologetic smile. "Don't listen to her (Y/n), you're not that boring."

"Yeah," Shiori quickly agreed as she whipped her head around to glare at Satori. "Lay off."

"Whatever," Satori rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the running boys. She leaned forward to rest her elbow on her knee and supported her cheek on her palm. She heaved out a sigh and pouted. She stayed silent for a bit, prompting the other girls to also join her in watching the boys' race.

(Y/n), on the other hand, was momentarily distracted by a bug she had noticed was crawling towards her on the bench. She indecisively stared at it for some seconds before raising her diary and passing judgment upon it.

"Jeez. Why does the hottest guy in school have to be a jerk?"

"Uh oh, she's talking boys again."

Satori sent Shiori a glare. "No, I'm not," she then straightened up and held up her hands, palms up. "I'm just wondering out loud the one thing every single girl in this miserable school thinks about daily."

After making sure she had swatted the insect far away from her, (Y/n) placed her diary back on her lap and turned to look at the field. Her (e/c) eyes immediately fell on the person leading.

Katsuki Bakugou.

Of course. It was no surprise to see him leading the pack while the other boys following him looked like they were fighting for their very lives. His feet pounded the ground with springing graceful steps, covering the track with a quick pace. His white singlet clung to his upper body, soaked with sweat and defining his stature which was developing into a sturdy one. His expression remained composed, not glaring at anything save for the slightly furrowed eyebrows which the girl came to note over time that it was his thinking face. Not to be mistaken for him being calm though, she also noted over time, many of her classmates have made that fatal mistake and regretted it, including Mei.

Suddenly overwhelmed by annoyance at how perfect he looked while he was running, she scowled. She wasn't the only one who had noticed his perfection because apparently, three-quarters of the girls' eyes were also on him.

And before she knew it, her mouth opened.

"He's not that hot."

"Weird how without even mentioning his name, you still know who she's talking about," Shiori supplied from beside her, her emerald eyes also glued on the ash-blonde boy.

Mei released a wistful sigh as her blue eyes ran over Katsuki's form. "Tell me about it..."

"Hold up," Satori's eyebrows knitted together in realization before she sent (Y/n) a sly smirk. "Which means, you also think he's hot."

The sudden shrill sound of their teacher's whistle pierced through the atmosphere at the same time (Y/n) sent Satori a puzzled look.

"When did this suddenly become about me?" she asked.

"Satori..." Shiori's expression withered.

"No," Satori held up a hand at Shiori to shut her up before turning her attention back to the confused girl. She pointed an accusing finger at her. "You like him too, don't you?"

What in the worl-

"I followed your line of sight," (Y/n) was quick to defend herself, all the while still wondering how she got into whatever that was. "And judging from what I saw, he's not "hot". And even if he looked like a Greek God-"

"Who said he wasn't one?"

"-it still doesn't cover for his personality," (Y/n) finished with a glare directed at Satori for her unnecessary question.

"Oh please," ignoring (Y/n)'s dirty look, Satori faced back forward. "Good-looking people don't need a personality," she then sassily flipped her hair back and turned to (Y/n). "Personalities were invented by ugly people to make up for what they lack on the outside."

"You can't say that!" Mei whisper-yelled while frantically looking around to see if anyone else apart from them had heard Satori.

"That is so messed up," (Y/n) commented while shaking her head in disappointment.

"Are you honestly quoting a cartoon right now?" Shiori frowned.

Satori sent Shiori a challenging look. "But I am right, aren't I?" she turned to Mei, causing the girl to lean back a bit due to the smoldering intensity in Satori's grey eyes. "And, he's gonna be a hero one day. With his Quirk, he's totally gonna be one of the top heroes. And the richest," she then turned back to look at the other two girls. "Can you imagine having a guy like that in your life?"

"No."

"Nope."

Unsatisfied by their answers, Satori looked at Mei, expecting her to back her up as she was the most timid of the group. Mei, obviously uncomfortable with the spotlight over her, nervously smiled.

"Uh...no..." upon seeing Satori frown over her hesitant yet unsatisfactory answer, she added. "...I think?"

The female rolled her eyes and looked back at the two unwavering friends.

"You guys aren't seeing the bigger picture here. Listen, think about your future kids' looks," she outstretched her hand to gesture towards the running boy. "You don't find genes that perfect every day you know!"

"Ehhh, not really..." (Y/n) winced while tilting her head. "Considering the person, those genes ain't worth it."

"(Y/n)'s right," Shiori nodded and pushed her glasses up her nose. "Imagine being shouted at every time just because you breathed wrong? It's not that desirable, to be honest."

Satori rubbed her fingers against her temple. "Jeez, this is why none of you have boyfriends. If I kept up with that mentality, I..."

(Y/n) looked back at Katsuki, drowning out Satori's voice because getting into an argument with her was like trying to reason with a mosquito, noisy and in vain. The only one who could at least manage her was Shiori, as she was the oldest of the three and the firstborn in a family of seven, so she was an expert in damage control.

Sucks to be her though.

But what would've sucked the most, was to be the grass under Katsuki's feet.

The boy was already done with running and was currently taking a few minutes' rest away from the others. Hands on his waist while his chest heaved as he panted, sweat droplets ran down his face and limbs and splashed onto the poor grass, making (Y/n) cringe. Visibly becoming annoyed by the cloth that stuck to him, Katsuki grabbed the back of his singlet and pulled it over his head before carelessly tossing it on the ground.

Without wasting any more time, the ash-blonde got on his fours and began doing some push-ups as a start of his after-workout sets. The other guys watched him in disbelief and envy from where they were sprawled out on the ground and silently concluded that he wasn't at all human. That, or they were completely unfit.

(Y/n), thought he was trying too hard. Everyone already knew he was the best at everything, so why did he constantly go out of his way to rub it in the faces of the mediocre majority? And speaking of whatever nonsense Satori was spouting, despite the fact that his body had started growing some muscle, making other boys' bodies look like noodles, when it came to his personality, she'd rather date a noodle. At least that noodle would treat her right.

Her lip curled up in distaste as she continued watching him. Him and his stupid, perfect self.

Ugh. She finally looked away from him and opened her diary. Picking up her pen from between the pages, she stared at the half-filled page with a conflicted look in her eyes. She silently scoffed. What sad, pathetic creature would ever be unfortunate to like someone like that?

Three weeks later***

Mr. Uehara released another fatigued sigh and slammed the large textbook in his hands shut while his wrinkled eyes roamed the class. "So, indefinitely, the result of Tokugawa limiting the other daimyo's power allowed him to consolidate his own power. And additionally, by 1578, Tokugawa ordered the missionaries...out of the country. Now in the next class we'll be looking at Tokugawa's Shogunate right up to the end of his era. If we have time, I might also introduce you to the next topic 'The Westernization of Japan during the Meiji Era'."

He sighed once more as he placed the textbook on the podium in front of him before taking a blue file.

"Alright, since we have-" he briefly craned his neck back to gaze at the wall clock over the blackboard. "-five minutes left I'll distribute back the mid-term papers," he opened the file and took out a stack of papers. Placing the file back down, he began flipping through the papers. "Some of you did well...while some still seem to be having problems, especially with the topic of Bushido. Anyway, here are your marks."

The short, balding man began distributing the papers as murmurs started getting louder with each paper being received.

(Y/n) kept track of Mr. Uehara as he moved about in class, her anxiety visible from the way her foot kept jiggling under her chair. She had pulled an all-nighter studying for the test, there was no way she'd get anything lesser than a C.

Before she knew it, her paper was placed face down on her desk and the teacher passed her desk to hand the person sitting in front of her his paper. Her anxiety level completely tipping over, (Y/n) quickly overturned her paper to see her grade.

D-

(Y/n)'s shoulders sagged in disbelief and disappointment. She went through every question and answer, almost positive that he had made a mistake only to realize that she had missed some key points while others were just plain wrong. Pressing her lips together, she stared at the demeaning grade written in a bold, red color at the top right of her paper with a dejected look.

So much for wasting a night. Drawing in a quiet breath through her nose, she placed the test in the middle of her exercise book and closed it. Opting to forget about it, she propped her chin on her palm, picked up her pencil and began drumming it on the edge of the wooden surface.

"Dude, Katsuki got 82!"

(Y/n)'s drumming paused as she turned her head in the direction of Katsuki's desk. Sure enough, the announcement had also caught the attention of the other students, some of who had gotten a glimpse of the paper that Katsuki had not so subtly placed on top of his desk reacting in awe.

"Hey, Katsuki!" one of his "friends" called out to him from across the class. "Can I borrow your paper to copy the answers I got wrong real quick?!"

"Haah?!" Katsuki's mouth twisted into a cruel smirk as he smugly leaned back into his chair, not even bothering to turn to regard the boy face to face. "If you wanted all the right answers, then maybe you would've prayed for brains instead!"

"Not cool, man!" the boy immediately retorted when the whole class erupted into laughter.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and resumed drumming. Hopefully the following year she wasn't going to be placed in the same class with him, just like the previous year.

"(L/n)?"

(Y/n) raised her chin to look up at the new presence that had appeared next to her desk. Seeing Mr. Uehara's beady eyes bore back into hers, the female stopped drumming and sat up straight.

She cleared her throat before speaking. "Uh...Yes?"

"My office after class," he said in a hushed tone. "And come with your paper, please."

(Y/n) mentally grimaced, already knowing what it was about. "Yes, sir."

Nodding, the teacher walked towards the front of the class and began gathering up his books and file. After wishing the class a nice evening, he left.

The screeching sounds of chairs being scraped on the floor and loud laughter and chatter resonated throughout the classroom as soon as he left as the students began preparing to go home. (Y/n) took her bag that she had hung at the side of her desk and began packing her books. She was just about to zip it closed when she remembered that she had to see the teacher with her paper. Taking out her Social Studies book, she took the test out and returned the book into the bag before zipping it up.

Rising from her seat, she slung the straps over her shoulders and was just about to leave the class when Shiori appeared in front of her.

"Ready to go?" Shiori asked, jerking her thumb towards the direction of the door. "This new café just opened up and Satori's dragging us along with the promise of paying for our orders."

(Y/n) glanced over Shiori's shoulder at the two girls waiting for them by the class' door before sighing.

"I'm gonna have to take a raincheck," she gave Shiori an apologetic smile.

The bespectacled girl's forehead creased. "Huh? Why?"

"Uh..." (Y/n) tapped the test paper against her thigh, as if reminding herself that she had other engagements and that she had better come up with an excuse. "I, uh, have some missing marks on my test and uhm, I need to see Mr. Uehara about it? So yeah," (Y/n) shrugged, before nodding. "Yeah, it's that."

"Oh," Shiori nodded in understanding, making (Y/n) force a smile. "Well, I'll just tell the others and we can wait up fo-"

"No, it's alright," upon seeing Shiori's lips twist into a frown, (Y/n) quickly added. "I don't wanna waste your time. Plus Mei has to get home early. I don't want her parents to be mad at her."

The brunette peered at the female for a moment with an indecipherable look. Probably not knowing what to think, she hesitantly nodded.

"Okay...then," Shiori said as she began walking backward. "I'll tell the others...see you tomorrow then?"

"Okay."

And she turned to leave.

After saying goodbye to a disappointed Mei and an annoyed Satori, (Y/n) made her way to the teachers' staffroom.

***

(Y/n) tapped her foot on the cobblestone ground as she patiently waited for the streetlight to turn green. Music blasted through her earphones, rendering her deaf to the world as she preferred it to be at that particular moment. Vehicles of all shapes and sizes whizzed past her as she looked on with disinterest while glancing now and then at the countdown on the streetlight. The city wasn't as bustling as it usually was in the morning, giving her a chance to have a peaceful walk and clear her mind on some things.

The meeting with Mr. Uehara went fine but it left her feeling some type of way. Sure he was kind enough to point out her weak points and also mention how her parents were counting on her, referring to the previous PTA meeting where they had a long, extensive talk about their less-than-enthusiastic-about-her-future daughter. If she had to summarize her talk with the Social Studies teacher, it was more of him trying to guilt-trip her into scoring A's in his subject than actually making her want to score an A in his subject.

Okay, so maybe she's just exaggerating and that Mr. Uehara actually cares about the future of each of his students because that's what he does and (Y/n)'s just stubborn to admit it, but she has been trying, okay? She's gorged on past papers, taken online studies, read textbooks the size of phonebooks, and even visited the library that one time. All that and she couldn't even manage to get a C...

In another universe, maybe Shiori was right and that reading too many fanfictions diminishes one's brain cells...That or she was the one without brain cells.

Either way, she was trying and it wasn't reflecting in her results yet. Had her constant life also spread to her marks through some sort of twisted osmosis? She'll never know.

(Y/n) pursed her lips and glanced one more time at the timer. Once it hit 0, the red light turned green and all the approaching vehicles slowed down to a standstill. The girl, along with the others who were waiting for the light crossed the street.

As soon as she was on the other side, she checked the time on her wristwatch. She had taken one hour talking to Mr. Uehara and at least forty minutes walking from school. The sooner she got home, the sooner she could start working on one of the trial test papers Mr. Uehara had given her and submit it first thing in the morning.

He had previously given her the choice of choosing between doing revisions every day via recommended test papers or have him recommend a tutor for her. And honestly, she'd rather struggle to answer test papers every day than deal with Katsuki for a minute-long because that was exactly who he recommended as her tutor.

Anyway, she was fine. If she took everything at her own pace, maybe by the end of the term she'd be able to score at least a C- if not more.

Smiling to herself in satisfaction over her decision, (Y/n) continued on her merry way home.

That was until she saw the one person she'd rather not meet coming out of a music shop a few meters away from her.

Luckily enough, Katsuki was yet to notice her frozen form gaping at him as he turned and began walking in the same direction she was headed.

(Y/n) quickly regained her composure and stared at his retreating back while trying to figure out what to do. He hadn't exactly done anything outright mean to her or vice versa in the past, (if you don't count some of the shenanigans he pulled when they were younger) but she always preferred being a mile-radius away from him to keep her peace...and body parts.

In other words, she simply disliked both him and being around him. Having to see him every day was enough exposure although she sat at one corner of the class and he at the front.

And now meeting him while walking home...made things even worse.

Sucking up a breath of air, she decided that it wasn't worth standing around any longer in the middle of the street, plus it was getting dark so she had to get a move on.

As long as she kept her distance though.

And so, they made their way home.

(Y/n) made sure to keep an eye on him with every turn and street they crossed but after some time, she became engulfed in texting her friends via group chat that she almost all together forgot that she was following a walking time bomb.

What she didn't know though, was that Katsuki was getting more and more uncomfortable with every turn and street they crossed. Every single time he'd throw a quick look over his shoulder, he'd still see that bitch following him, and no matter how much he'd try to ignore her and convince himself that it was coincidence...she'd make the same turn as he would. And to make it worse she was wearing his school uniform!

Was she some kind of fucking stalker like that headass fuck Deku?! Or maybe he had started a fucking cult dedicated to stalking him and now that bitch was texting him the coordinates of his location so that they would fucking meet later on and-dammit! Now he's starting to overthink like that useless piece of shit.

He had to do something. Fucking fast.

Stopping in his tracks, he whipped around to face her, lips drawn back in a snarl, and teeth bared menacingly all in effort to scare her off.

"Oi. Why the fuck are you following me?! Huh?! You wanna fuckin' die?!!"

(Y/n) was just done sending a text in response to Mei's meme when she noticed something that wasn't quite right from the periphery of her eye. Looking up from her phone, she froze when she saw that Katsuki had stopped and was facing her. He looked mad...plus his mouth was moving...and all she could hear was (song name).

Realizing that she was being stupid, she took out her earphones and sent Katsuki a confused look.

"Huh?"

Katsuki's infamous temper sparked. Tightening his hands into fists, a muscle in his jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth. First following him then now she was fucking ignoring him?! The fucking nerve of that Deku. He was gonna milk his spleen the next time he saw his ugly-ass face.

"I fucking said-" Katsuki said in a strangled voice as he tried to prevent himself from lunging at the girl. "-STOP FOLLOWING ME!!"

(Y/n)'s forehead creased. This what she was afraid of.

Misunderstanding.

Figuring it was better to maintain the safe distance that was between them, (Y/n) responded to him. "I'm not following you! I also go this way when going home!"

"Then stop making it look like you're following me, scum!!!"

(Y/n)'s face twisted up in utter disbelief.

This guy is crazy! "You're crazy!" she yelled back while pointing a finger at him, her (e/c) eyes blazing with irritation.

"Huh?" he rasped. A throbbing vein popped out of the ash-blonde's neck as a loud spark exploded in his enclosed fist before wisps of smoke escaped from it. "What'd you fucking say?"

Sensing that her life was in mortal danger, (Y/n) clutched the chords of her earphones tightly as she backed away in preparation to run.

"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, BITCH!!"

She let out a scream. The minute Katsuki blasted towards her in breakneck speed, she calculated that she wouldn't make it out alive if she ran so she did the best thing she could do at that time, touch the utility pole that was thankfully next to her.

"Huh, what the-" Katsuki's extinguished his explosions, coming to a stop and landing on the ground with a thud as he regarded the spot where the girl was standing a second ago. His widened eyes slowly narrowed in confusion as he stared at the pole that had magically appeared in the place of his next murder victim. On the ground, laid her school bag, her phone, and earphones, which still had music playing through them. He tilted his head and looked at the real pole next to it, his red eyes narrowing further. Their likeness was so uncanny, down to the last scratch. Except for the fact that hers was right on the pathway so it stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Tch," as fast as it came, his curiosity was replaced by an unimpressed scowl and he shoved his hands in his pockets before turning to continue on his way. "So that's your stupid Quirk huh...Lame."

Offended, (Y/n) transformed back into her human form to defend her Quirk. She could still feel some of the remnant effects of transforming, like how her heart was still racing because she was thirty-five feet tall just a moment ago.

"Hey!" she yelled after him. But just as she was about to run after him, she remembered her fallen things and quickly scooped them up. Muttering angry words while coming up with the best insult to call him, she threw the bag over her shoulder and shoved the thankfully undamaged phone into her pocket, earphones, and all. When she was done, she called out after him once more before she began jogging to catch up to him.

Annoyed even more by his long legs and how fast he was walking, she huffed. "It's not lame, you weird bomb!!"

Really?!!

Katsuki scoffed a mocking laugh, not even sparing her a single glance back. "Nice insult, nerd."

You're the nerd, nerd. (Y/n) scowled at his broad back, her narrowed eyes boring holes into it.

"nIcE InSuLt, NeRd," she bitterly mocked under her breath, careful not to let him hear her otherwise he poured his wrath over her again.

"Who knew such a weak ass shit like you had a fucking Quirk."

Knowing he wouldn't see her, she looked him up and down with scorn.

"Maybe if you paid a little attention to the rest of your classmates you would've, sparkle tits," (Y/n) murmured once more, this time a little more loudly than before.

And unfortunately for her, Katsuki did hear her this time, causing him to whip back around to glower at her. The sudden stop nearly made her crash into him if she hadn't halted in time.

"What was that?" he baited threateningly.

Feinting a cough, (Y/n) thumped her fist against her chest and grimaced. "Allergies."

"You makin' a fool out of me?" he lowly growled, his bulging eyes growing more crazed by the second.

Frantically shaking her head, (Y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine and she cautiously stepped back. She gulped.

Katsuki was known to have hands rated E for Everyone. He never shied away from beating up anyone regardless of the gender and she preferred having her face where it was.

Noticing that she had backed down, Katsuki clicked his tongue before turning around to continue walking. Seeing that made her heave out a sigh of relief, placed a hand over her chest, where her racing heart was and scolded herself mentally for being such a weakling.

But if she was being truthful with herself, she sucked at fighting. And provoking him into doing something he'll definitely win at wasn't a good idea as a person who was big on self-preservation.

And so, putting 'provoking Katsuki' in her list of no-nos, she also continued walking.

For approximately ten minutes, they walked together in silence. Or more like Katsuki walked in front of her and made sure she was always behind him. He didn't bother her for the most part save for the time he abruptly shouted at her to stop laughing so loud when she had in fact chuckled.

Which part of him was hot again, Satori? Yeah, none.

Figuring out that remotely making any sound whatsoever would make him turn on her, she decided to stay silent and put her phone in her pocket. She was about to reach home anyway.

"Oi."

(Y/n)'s eyes darted from the side to his broad back. She gave him a quick once over while trying to figure out if he was talking to her or himself. Upon noticing his head moving slightly to the side as if he wanted to look at her from over his shoulder or something, she hummed in response.

"Not that I fucking care...can you turn into another person?"

The girl rose an eyebrow. This question again. "Uh...no?"

"Lame," Katsuki scoffed and faced back forward.

(Y/n) scratched her nose, shrugging a tad bit. Nothing she hadn't heard before. She ignored the tiny twinge in her chest that she'd feel every time and turned her head to the side to stare at the houses they passed. One would think she was used to it, yet hearing it again, especially from one of the people she disliked but thought was perfect, sucked a lot.

Sighing, she turned her gaze to the downtrodden ground. "Yeah... I figured."

"Doesn't matter."

"Okay, I get it," (Y/n) rolled her eyes in vexation. "You don't have to-"

"It doesn't fucking matter if you can change into another person, your Quirk still fucking sucks either way!" Katsuki clarified himself, choosing to add even more insults to her Quirk.

But yet, in some twisted way, half of his words sounded more like...a compliment?

Dazed and confused as the wheels and cogs in her mind turned, (Y/n) stared at his back with parted lips. Her eyes narrowed before darting to her lower right in thought. Or maybe he didn't mean-

"You live nearby or some shit?"

Jumping out of her train of thought, (Y/n) looked back at him. For all that time she has been around him, she's known him for not being the talkative type, speaking to only those who he deemed necessary and she, well, she wasn't at the top of his list. So then, why was he still talking to her?

And how the fuck does he not know where she lives, when she knows where he lives?!

"I live right across the street from you," she replied with a frown. "The door to our house literally faces the door to yours."

"Hah?" Katsuki sent her a puzzled look over his shoulder as he slowed down for her to catch up. But not because he cared for what she had to say, but because his neck was getting fucking tired after looking back all that time. She was still an annoying stalker and a fucking subject of suspicion dammit.

"We've been in the same school since elementary?" (Y/n) added as soon as she was able to catch up to him. Either he had slowed down or she had gained speed, she didn't care. Noting that he still hadn't caught up to what she was saying, she groaned but nevertheless continued. "Your mom bakes cookies and brings them to our house since you don't eat them?"

Still no reaction. (Y/n) scowled in frustration. How could he not remember her when she's been his neighbor since they were in diapers? "You once brought them over and I answered the door. I even said "Thanks" and you said "Whatever"."

Katsuki sent her a sidelong glance.

"I've never seen you before in my fucking life."

Her eyebrows rose.

Wow. (Y/n) set her lips in a sour line and glared at the cobblestone path beneath their feet. My existence doesn't mean shit to this guy. And they say I dislike him for no reason.

A bit desperate to change the subject to something that didn't involve her irrelevance to his life, she awkwardly cleared her throat and asked the first question that came into mind.

"So...do you really plan on being a hero?'

"Stop being stupid," he grumbled, causing her to scowl.

"I'm not being stupid. It's just a question."

"What'd you think, fucknut."

"What do I think?" she scoffed a bitter chuckle and lightly kicked a pebble out of the way. "Well, I don't think you're in it because you value human life."

In an instant, he swiveled around to stand in front of her, blocking her path and took a threatening step towards her. "I'll fucking murder you!!"

"See," she calmly pointed out, though inside, she wasn't as calm.

"Listen here, you moron," he roughly jabbed his finger on her shoulder, slightly pushing her back. "Don't fucking kid yourself with your holier-than-fucking-thou-attitude! I know inside that boring ass exterior, you're just like the rest of those braindead extras who wank off to their daydreams of being a hero when in reality they'll just be cheap knockoffs who no one will ever give a shit about because they will all end up the same!"

"That's not ni-"

"Dead in a dark alley like some fucking rat!"

(Y/n) winced while rubbing the sore spot on her shoulder from his continuous jabs. "...I don't plan on being a hero..."

Katsuki sent her a demeaning once over before clicking his tongue. "What a fucking waste of space...and Quirk. With that stupid Quirk of yours, you can do shit other assholes can't. Taking them by fucking surprise when they least expect it," he scoffed. "Too bad it's wasted on someone like you."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened. This time it was definitely a compliment.

"You think my Quirk is-" she then quickly realized his insult at the end and her face contorted into anger. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means what it means," he said with a turn. "Do something with your piece of bread of life, you idiot."

(Y/n) frowned as she began following him. And I thought not knowing I exist was bad. "I...am doing something."

"Define something. At this point, you're more useless than that bitchknob Deku."

"Okay, now that's just rude."

"But isn't it true?!"

(Y/n) inwardly gasped. First, from the sudden proximity between them after he had turned to yell at her and second from the question that had caught her off-guard. Sucking down a gulp of air, she swiftly stepped back and their glaring eyes met. She didn't have an answer to that question but she refused to be rendered speechless.

"So what if it is?! Huh?!" she retorted. "And-and-and-why are you even talking to me? You didn't even know I exist until today!! So-so why didn't you just stay silent? You had a lot of chances to!"

"You're the one who started talking to me, you weird bitch!!" Katsuki snapped, his hands shooting up to grab her collar and pulled her closer to his snarling face. "You're getting on my last nerve! Don't fucking push me!"

Trying to ignore the powerful smell of caramel that blasted through her nose from the moment he grabbed her collar, (Y/n) nodded in agreement and heaved out a heavy sigh when he finally released her. Backing away, the girl scowled to herself as she fixed her collar. That was a close one, she looked back at the boy who was glaring her down, she shouldn't have pushed too far.

She also knew that it wasn't a good time to raise the issue that had been nagging at the back of her mind but then again, her mouth sometimes didn't know when to shut up.

"So you think that my Quirk is wasted on me?" she rubbed her neck as she slowly worded her sentence. "Does that...mean you don't think my Quirk is... boring?"

"Exa-" catching himself before his tongue slipped, Katsuki pointed a finger at her. "Oi! Don't go putting words in my fucking mou-"

It was too late.

(Y/n)'s flabbergasted expression twisted into a smug one.

"Hmmmmm? Really then?" (Y/n) rubbed her chin with pride. A large, satisfied smile was plastered on her lips as she bathed in the glory of having her Quirk praised. "Why not become a hero then?"

"Hah?! I didn't say-"

Seeming to have come out of her reverie, she snorted while rolling her eyes in bemused fashion. Though she couldn't deny how uplifting his words were. Her mood had done a whole 180 turn.

"Calm down," she giggled. "I'm only joking."

Katsuki's nostrils flared like he had the desire to punch something. "I'm fucking calm! Don't fucking tell me to calm down!!"

"Even if I," she placed a hand on her chest, "by some miracle, decide to listen to you and become a hero, it's not like I'd be doing it because I want to..." she held up her hands, palms up and shrugged. "I'd be doing it because of what you said. Putting my surprisingly cool Quirk into good use. Besides-" she gestured to Katsuki's form. "-look at you. You're in it to have the power and...I'll be in to have consistency. Plus, it's also a job and it pays. Why not give it a shot? It's much better than an office job anyway."

"You're just gonna do it because I fucking said so?" the ash-blonde's nose crinkled and he looked at her like she was some kind of disease. "You're one of those ass-kissers, aren't you?"

"I'll have you know that there's not one ass I have kissed up to this day, okay?" (Y/n) smugly passed by him with a tap on his shoulder as she began walking. "Besides, I'd be doing it also to prove all of you wrong that I can indeed make something out my life," she then stopped to throw a glare at him over his shoulder for good measure. "And that I'm not boring."

"You're fucking dumb," Katsuki said while turning to fall in step with her. "And even if you do listen to me, that doesn't mean you'll ever fucking get to my level!! You're still eight years too late for that so you're just small fry."

"But," she held up a finger. "If I made it into a good hero school, I won't be small fry anymore."

Katsuki's eyebrow twitched. Good question. Why the fuck was he still talking to her?!! She must've used her brainwashing skills to trick him into having an actual fucking conversation. No wonder that fuck Deku recruited her.

"Just fucking- shut the fuck up!" he barked at her and increased his pace as soon as he saw his house come in sight. "I don't give a goddamn shit if you choose to be a hero or not so don't fucking bother me anymore."

"Then that's a good thi-"

He turned, cutting her off to offer the same warning he gave Deku. "Apply to UA and I'll drag you by the hair and blow your fucking face off. Got that? I'm the only one from our school who'll get in so stay in your fucking lane, you piece of trash."

Instead of a pale face and shaky knees followed by a stiff nod, all he got was a smile. A fucking suspicious smile.

"Aye aye," (Y/n) sounded off, her smile growing even wider.

Disturbed by how weird she was acting, Katsuki sent her one last hateful glance before turning to stomp off to his house. Meanwhile, instead of making her way towards her own house, (Y/n) remained rooted on the ground as she watched him walk away.

And for some reason, she just couldn't stop smiling.

If she only knew that it would come to be the first and last conversation she would ever have with him in one year prior to her worst rejection yet, then maybe...she would've stopped smiling...

Present day***

Or in other words, the previous sentence can also be translated to: I was starved for attention so much that the moment the school's perfect boy acknowledged my boring Quirk and boosted my confidence, I latched onto him like a miserable bedbug.

Wow, I'm such a cliché...O_o

So the answer to the question of the years?

Why Bakugou?

He just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. A victim of circumstance.

And to the person reading this- and why the fuck are you reading this? I didn't give you permission PUT IT BACK- yes, I fell for him for the stupidest reason yet. If you were expecting some kind of hero tale about how he saved me from being mugged or being hit by a train then you must be disappointed.

Lolololol, I ain't some kind of special snowflake wtf

SOME LIVES ARE JUST MEANT TO BE BORING AND MINE HAPPENS TO BE THAT WAY.

well until yesterday but shit happens, smh (insert shrug emoji coz I don't wanna fukkin' drawwww)

Back to being serious. I can't completely hate him, okay? Yeah, I'm still mad at him for a lot of things but, no matter how much I try, I can never completely get him out my head. My stupid heart still beats fast when he gets close to me. I find myself looking for him, other than Izuku, once I get into a room. Heck, I still think his eyes are pretty.

To think that if I had ditched to go see Mr. Uehara or told Shiori and the others to wait up for me, I wouldn't have ever talked to Katsuki...or come to UA...=_= . . . dammit me

Which, again, begs the question.

Why Bakugou?

It's simple.

He is and will always remain my first love...

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