Y'all I'm about to fuck us all over by making us ship it and like why am I doing this what's wrong with me

This does NOT effect the story folks

Third person pov

Katsuki Bakugo is shit with emotions. Not only does he struggle to understand how other people are feeling, he also wrestles with his own inner most thoughts and sentiments. He's even worse at expressing them outwardly. He often times opts to keep inside to stew. It's what he's best at. They just simmer away until, eventually, he begins to show them in the form of anger. 

When he first saw Lillian Faust walking home with that idiotic, sleep-deprived purple turnip, he was mildly annoyed. He hadn't been sure why at the time. All he knew was that it had interrupted the routine he'd started with the girl, and he didn't like that. He also didn't like that he didn't liked that, which led to him shoving the problem off to the side so it could sit and gather dust. That was another thing he was good at. Not dealing with anything that was potentially a problem.

So he turned a blind eye to the only person in class 1-A he found vaguely interesting and got on with his life. Why should he bothered that Lillian was giving her attention to someone else? It was none of his damn business. It's not like he actually knew her or anything. They weren't friends, and were pretty much opposites anyway. He was loud and brash, while she was quiet and meek. Sure, her quirk was impressive, but that could be said for half the people in the entirety of UA high.

Then came the attack on the USJ, and his view of her changed. Just a little.

He'd approached to see her being held up by Round Face and Frog Girl. She was shaking like a damn leaf in the wind, pale as a sheet of paper, and painted red with blood that wasn't her own. She looked entirely broken. Distraught and in pain, yet somehow... She was also one of the strongest people he'd ever seen in that moment.

Despite it all, she did not pass out. It was clear as day that she wanted to. He knew her quirk made her drowsy. With Deku's constant muttering from the seat behind him, how could he not? Yet the girl kept her eyes trained on their dying teacher. She kept him suspended in time to prevent him from succumbing from his wounds. She stayed awake and kept her steely gaze on him so he wouldn't die. Against the side effects of her quirk.

He watched with burning palms as she coughed up blood, gazing at her hand for a moment before wiping her mouth on her sleeve and going back to staring. He couldn't even imagined it probably felt worse than he felt when he overused his quirk. Worse than his stinging, burned skin and aching bones. You could tell. Lillian's power was killing her.

 He'd watched her and his teacher get loaded into an ambulance, and he felt useless. Like he hadn't done anything to help. All he could do was wait for his parents to pick him up and irritably answer their questions and assure them that he wasn't dying. That he was perfectly fine. When they asked about his classmates, he told them the same thing. He was fine. They were fine. It was no big deal.

Only it was, wasn't it?

He wanted to talk to Lillian. Interact with her somehow, though he wasn't too sure how yet. He thought up a thousand ways he could approach her, and he scrapped them all. Nothing seemed right. He knew she wouldn't come to him naturally. She was too nervous for that, and he was too... angry. Him. He was him, and that was an issue. 

It dawned on Bakugo that he wanted to be friends with her. Him, friends? He didn't need or have them. Some of his idiotic classmates, Spiky Hair, and Pikachu, had no fear. Spiky Hair was pretty much immune to his explosive quirk, and Pikachu was too much of an idiot to sense the danger he was putting himself in every time he went within a ten foot radius of the explosive blond.

Bakugo found himself relieved when Lillian entered the classroom Monday morning, looking just fine. Like she hadn't been coughing up half her blood supply and saving their teacher's life. She looked about as nervous as one would expect from someone with an anxiety disorder, clutching the hoodie in her arms for comfort. Somehow, Bakugo knew it belonged to that damn turnip. It annoyed him.

The class crowded Lillian, and decided she needed to be hugged. He could feel a vein pulsing in his forehead as Spiky Hair all but lifted her off her feet, and Pinky pressed a kiss to her freckled cheek and squealed. He huffed and looked away grumpily. Why, he wasn't sure at the time. All he knew was that it annoyed him and he didn't like it. Thus, as he usually did, he wasn't going to deal with it.

He held some measure of respect for all his classmates, save for that purple-haired perv. They'd all made it into the hero course, after all. But he began to notice a real difference in the way he looked at Lillian. He recognized what he was feeling, and hated it. For some reason, he admired her. He had no idea why. She hadn't done much. Ish. Well, okay, she'd done a lot.

That admiration only grew when she began to terrorize Kaminari. It had taken him a hot minute to realize it, but the dumbass Pikachu was afraid of her. Genuinely scared by her presence. He'd caught a few glimpses since realizing. Nobody believed the blonde, but sometimes Bakugo would see things out of the corner of his eye. Lillian smiling a little too sweetly when only Kaminari was looking, with intimidation radiating out from her. She was terrifying.

She was friends with Turnip and Pretty Boy. Best friends. He'd seen them at lunch, huddled together and whispering to each other like they were keeping some damn secrets. It was annoying. And she seemed so happy and open too. If she was like that in general, then he wouldn't have a problem! She'd just talk to him like everyone else did, and then he could talk back, and it would all work out.

She was switched out of his English and Art History, and all because she was fluent in said language. He would admit that that was relatively impressive. To know an entire other language. It was pretty damn cool, in his opinion. He wasn't the best at English. He lived in Japan anyway, so why'd he need to know how to speak it anyway?

He was pretty sure the real moment he started to like Lillian, like, really like her, was on a particular evening after school.

He'd been forced to stay for some dumbass check to make sure he wasn't all fucked up over the USJ. He'd had to deal with a shit load of dog puns just because someone thought he needed it. So he found himself heading for the doors angrily two hours after he should have already been gone. Why he'd been kept so long, he had no idea. Because some mutt thought he was hiding his emotions? Hell yeah he was, but how was that their business?

He remembered turning the corner and stopping. Lillian also managed to stop herself before running into him, shoes squeaking against the tile. She backpedaled as soon as she realized she'd nearly ran into another living person, gazing up at him with wide blue eyes. He felt his own lips part in surprise as he blinked down at her.

Her face was flushed from running, and she was incredibly sweaty. She wore a pair of spandex shorts and a plain black shirt with their teacher's goggles and scarf plastered on the front. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. A ponytail that was a huge mess. Several strands had sprung free, falling in her face and sticking to her skin. He watched her process just who he was and held his breath.

"B-Bakugo!" She eventually sputtered, backing up more. "I-I'm really sorry. I was just... u-uh..."

He stared at her. She stared back, looking paralyzed. It was pretty clear she'd been doing some form of training. It was also pretty clear that he found her attractive, somehow. It didn't make a lot of sense in his mind. He'd never really had a crush, so why he'd be getting on one some short, nervous, unsure, pansy chick who barely spoke and terrified Pikachu with soda and pictures of a rabbit?

"The hell are you still doing here?" He asked, trying his best not to sound as harsh as he usually did. She didn't flinch, so he must of done alright. Or maybe she'd finally found herself some social skills. Somehow he doubted that, seeing how she acted around their other classmates. All of which were much more low-key than Bakugo was. Bakugo was probably the scariest person in 1-A at the moment. Excusing Lillian herself.

"O-Oh, just training." She gave a hesitant smile. "Wh-What about you?"

He was tempted to snap at her and let her know that it was none of her business before realizing how hypocritical that would be. "Had to talk to that damn Mutt about the USJ." He made sure to roll his eyes and look extremely put out about it so she knew it wasn't his choice. She winced at that, shuffling her feet nervously.

"S-Sorry about that." She apologized. "I-I think that's my fault..."

"Why the hell are you apologizing? Did you make me go see him?" He scoffed, wondering why he was still talking to her. And why he was staring, too. 

"Well, no-"

"Then shut the hell up about it." He said harshly. Lillian flinched, but looked thoughtful. He gazed down at her, realizing it probably looked odd that he hadn't left yet. Normally he spent his days shoving past anyone in his way. This was no different, only this time he didn't feel like he wanted to go anywhere. He was completely content just standing here in the hall, chatting with Lillian.

"W-Well, I need to change." Lillian's nose scrunched up as she raised one of her sweaty arms and gave it a sniff. "And shower, wow."

He snorted a little. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Nobody's stopping you." He grumbled, half-smiling. Lillian didn't seem too surprised by his expression, lighting up at the positive reaction. He felt his cheeks dust pink as he bashfully looked away. She send him a timid smile of her own, slipping past him and heading for the girl's locker room. He turned to gaze back at her, not at all expecting her to turn back and look at him as well. His cheeks reddened further.

"Bark at you later, B-Bakugo!" She said in a nearly teasing way.

"Shut the hell up." He grinned back.

And so began to worst time of his life. Because now he had feelings for this girl, and feelings weren't something he could deal with! He could do anger, and irritation, and even annoyance. But admiration? Attraction? Those were both a definite no go for him. He mulled over his feelings night after night, and over the interaction he'd had in the hall with her. He contemplated acting on them and how he could do just that.

He'd managed to get her phone number. Considering he'd been plunged into a group chat with everyone in his class, save for the grape fuck, it wasn't all that hard. He just had to figure out which one was her using context clues, seeing as he hadn't saved her contact or anyone else's. He had that shitty Deku's, and that was about it. He also had Spiky Hair, Tape Fucker, Discount Pikachu, and maybe Pink Shithead. He wasn't too sure on that last one. His phone had been stolen at lunch by the classmates that plagued him day after day.

It was three in the morning when he hesitantly opened the messaging app using her contact. He watched the cursor blink for a solid five minutes before he actually did anything. He wasn't nervous or anything. He was too badass to get nervous. There's no way he'd ever feel such an emotion because of some chick in his class. Some chick who was about as intimidating as a stuffed bunny.

After some deep internal debating, he sent a text.

Bakugo: 
Hi.

Short, simple, and- holy shit, she was texting back?!

Lillian:
Bakugo? 

Fuck, of course she had his contact saved. She was the type that saved every number she ran across. She probably had 911 saved just for shits and giggles. He cursed himself internally for not thinking this through.

Bakugo:
Why the fuck are you awake?

Lillian:
Right back at yah

He snorted a little, smiling.

Bakugo: 
Yeah, like that's any of your business

Lillian:
You texted me. I think. Did I accidentally call you somehow? I really hope I didn't.

Bakugo thought carefully about his response.

Bakugo:
The hell? No, you didn't call me. 

Lillian: 
Oh, then did you... need something, I guess? What am I supposed to say in this situation?

Bakugo:
Well damn you could have said "Hi" back.

Lillian:
Oh, yes, of course. My apologies. Hello, Bakugo. Such a lovely morning we're having. Did you see the sun? Ah, right. It's not out yet.

Bakugo snickered to himself. Who would have known! Lillian Faust had a case of keyboard courage. Or maybe she was just sleep deprived. Speaking of which, why was she even away at this time? It was almost twenty past three in the morning. 

Bakugo:
Oh yeah, why the fuck are you awake? You never answered

Lillian:
YeAh, LiKe ThAt'S aNy Of YoUr BuSiNesS

Bakugo:
Damn, you're sassy?

Lillian:
Thank you for noticing

Bakugo:
Yeah, anytime 

Lillian:
Wow, you're so polite. I'm going to tell everyone

Bakugo:
You'll ruin my reputation if you do that

Lillian:
Ah, so you've foiled villainous plans. Whatever will I do now?

Bakugo had never grinned so widely in his life. He had the feeling this was the start of something... rather great.

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UGh WHAT DID I JUST DO TO MYSELF I SHIP IT NOW I HAD TO STOP MYSELF FROM HAVING HER MEET HIS PARENTS LIKE I WOULD HAVE BEEN TOO FAR GONE TO GO BACK NAJSJXNSJAJSB

I cAn PuT hItOsHi WiTh NeItO--- *Slap*

I'll stop it's fine

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