*Infirmary*
*(Y/N) POV*

“My dear (Y/N)...was it really necessary to get yourself beaten up over a bully?” Recovery Girl had finished treating me, and I prayed I'd never have to be touched by another pair of lips ever again.

“He just got me so...mad! Argh!” I balled my fists and clenched my teeth, trying to keep my anger at bay. My hair had already snapped out of the band and was bristling and whirling around my head, and my skin was itching like I was covered with fleas.

“I know, dear...but you know you need to stay calm...At least until we can figure out how to…”

“Fix it. I know...I know…” I closed my eyes and tried to focus on happy thoughts, not that I had many.

“Look, take these. They're minor sedatives you can use...but only when you're seriously struggling not to lose your temper...I checked your blood samples from when you first came back and we altered them so they shouldn't make you too tired or disoriented...as long as you only take them when you absolutely have to…” The small woman rattled an orange container in front of me and I took it, inspecting the label.

“Would...now count?” I asked, not sure if it really would.
“Well...considering that hair of yours just shattered my window...yes…” I followed her gaze and cringed, seeing the shards of glass scattered across the floor and desk. I hadn't even noticed.

“Fu...I mean...I'm really sorry…” I frowned and opened the container, taking out a pill and placing it under my tongue.

“You can either let it dissolve or wash it down with water...The taste isn't very nice, either.” As she spoke, I gagged and scrunched up my nose. It tasted like battery acid and licorice, and I wanted to spit it out, but I knew if I did I would be at risk of causing mass destruction.

“You could have warned me before I put it in my mouth…” I grimaced. Recovery Girl smiled as my hair slowly fell back down to my shoulders, and my darkened eyes returned to their regular (E/C) colour.

“Don't complain if it works, (Y/C), dear. Now, off with you! I don't want to see you back here for a while!” Nodding and giving her my thanks, I wandered out the door and started down the hall.

Everyone probably thinks I'm as bad as he is...I know how to control my temper...but for some reason he got under my skin...I'm not like that...I'm nice...I'm sweet...at least...I used to be…

I lifted my eyes and spotted a scrawny, blond man, he kind of looked like a meth-head, but I could tell who it was in an instant.

“Yo, All Might...next time can you not carry me like a sack of potatoes? You know I don't like people touching me.” He stopped dead in his tracks, his strange eyes growing wide as I glared at him.

“A..All Might? Young (Y/N), I think...you definitely must have hit your head!” He stammered as he held his hands up in defence.

“One, how did you know I would have hit my head? Two, nobody else calls me Young (Y/N)...and three...you're wearing your costume, you big dork.” I pointed out the flaws in his defence and he began to sweatdrop. “Don't worry. Secret’s safe with me. It's none of my business, anyway. Just be more careful, alright, Might?” With that, I continued past the dumbfounded hero and made my way to the classroom to collect my bag. I considered loitering around and waiting for Aizawa, which would be a pain. He didn't want me to be left alone, and neither did the authorities, but he said that he trusted me to walk home if I absolutely had to.

So much for freedom…I feel like I'm betraying everyone even if I want to walk by myself...

I went to sling my back over my shoulder, but the moment it hit my back I yelped and tossed it to the floor. Bakugou had really done a number on my spine, and Recovery Girl had said it wouldn't be healed completely until the next morning. I also had the remainder of a burn on my wrist where the hot head had grabbed me. She had stated she left it to remind me to not be so brash. Muttering to myself, I dragged my bag down the hallway and out towards the front of the school.

“I shouldn't have tried to beat him...it's not like I could with these restrictions, anyway...and I'm the new kid...I guess it's just what happens…” I sighed quietly.

“Oi, Eraserhead Junior…” I stopped once that snarky, familiar voice hit my ears. I turned to find none other than Bakugou, standing with his arms crossed and bag slung over his shoulder. “You gonna admit I beat you, or what?” I took a moment to take in his appearance without looking too creepy. He was a bit scruffy, but not in the worst way. He radiated that don't fuck with me demeanor. He wasn't half bad.

“Yes, you beat me, Bakugou…” I said softly as I met his crimson eyes. “...and I'm sorry for being a bitch. I'm not used to people and I overreacted.” I bowed a little, ignoring the agitated confusion that set upon his face.

“Y..yeah! You better admit it!” He huffed, sticking his nose up in the air. “But...I guess you...put up an okay fight...kinda…” He said the last part under his breath, but I heard it clear as day.

“Thanks...but you still beat me. You'll make a good hero one day.” I pointed out, letting a faint smile curve my lips. “As long as you learn to calm down a tad…” As expected, he began sparking up his palms and took a few aggressive steps forward.

“YOU CAN'T TALK! YOU LOST YOUR SHIT!” He barked at he got right up in my face. I knew I could have easily erased his quirk, but I just couldn't be bothered.

Maybe this is one of the effects of the pills…

“I know I did...and I apologised for it. I don't want to be your enemy, Bakugou...and I don't want to get in your way of becoming a top hero…” Letting my last words sink in, he stopped, but that scowl was still prominent in his face.

“I'm gonna be number one! The rest of you are just extras!” He snapped, and I took a slight step backward.

“Believe me...It wasn't my choice to come here...so I won't be any competition. I'll definitely fight you to the best of my ability when asked, but I don't have the same dreams as you do...so...yeah...I'm just an extra.” I didn't know why, but what I said seemed to agitate him more.

“Why the hell don't you want to be the best?! Do you know how many people got turned down attempting to get into this damn school?! You got in because you're related to a pro! Just drop out if you aren't taking it seriously!”

Wow...he's actually intelligent…

Casting my gaze to the cement, I shook my head.
“I can't do that...I gave my word and I can't back out of it...but I never said I wasn't going to try…Now, if you’ll excuse me...I need to get home…” I went to put my bag on, but winced once the heavy load came down on my back.

“I messed up your back...didn't I..?” Bakugou’s question was softer than his usual vicious tongue, but it was still rigid. Shaking my head, I refused to turn and give him any attention.

“I'm fine. I've had worse.” I stated, trying to get away so I could hide out in my room, under my giant duvet. One of the best things about living with Aizawa Shouta, the bedding was ridiculously comfy.

“Give me the freakin' backpack…” He quickly caught up and walked by my side. Even his footsteps were dominating. Cocking a brow I gave him a wary look.

“Uh...no?” I didn't mean for it to sound like a question, and I definitely wasn't too thrilled about the boy walking so close beside me.

“I wasn't asking, shit for brains! Give me the bag before I make you!”

My back is killing me...but I don't want to give him the satisfaction...he'll probably whack me over the head with it…

“You beat me up and then mug me? Here I was thinking all UA students were supposed to be chivalrous…” My voice dripped with sarcasm, but he wasn't giving up. Not without a fight.

“I'm trying to be chivalrous, but you're being a stuck up bitch!”  He snarled whilst making a grab for it. “Hand it over!” I didn't get a chance to move before his hand wrapped around my wrist, and that was when I froze. It was as though my skin was stinging; burning, from human contact.

“G..get off…” I barely formed a whisper as I stared at his hand.
“Huh?! Just give me your ba..!”

“Please get off me!” I shouted over the top of him and struggled urgently to break free. Startled, Bakugou released my wrist and sneered at me. I never thought someone could have so many unique expressions for anger.

“What the hell is your problem?!” That prominent vein was sticking out again, bulging against his forehead as though someone had thrown a short strand of cooked pasta that stuck to his face.

“I..I'm sorry…” I murmured; trying not to shake. “...I..I don't like when...people I'm n..not fa..familiar with...touch me...I'm sorry…” I hated myself for acting so meek and terrified, but I couldn't help it. My brother was the only touch I didn't fear, even All Might, who I had apparently known since I was a toddler, made me feel like I was being attacked, no matter how gentle he was. Surprisingly, Bakugou seemed to soften, if only slightly.

“What...you scared I'm gonna hurt you or some shit..?” The offence was apparent in his tone, and I felt guilty.

He was just trying to help me...but…

“N..no...Well...not exactly...it...it's just…” I sighed, bringing my (E/C) eyes up to meet his. There was a short moment of silence as I locked with those flaming irises, and I couldn't understand why my chest began to feel tight and warm. “...I have my reasons...I'm sorry…” Turning, I started to walk off as quickly as I could whilst ignoring the throbbing ache of my back. “I'll see you tomorrow, Bakugou. Thanks for trying to help…” I could hear him trying to say something to me, but I zoned out. One foot in front of the other, I made my way through the gate and towards my home.

Home, huh? It's gonna take some time to consider that my home…
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*BONUS: Bakugou POV*

What the fuck was her problem? She looked...scared of me?

Shaking myself out of it, I gritted my teeth and spun around on my heel.

“I'm not scary! What the hell is her..”

“I'll say this once…” I jumped, biting my tongue in the process of whirling my head around to face the owner of the voice. There stood Aizawa, arms crossed loosely over his chest, staring at me with his dark, unreadable expression. “...do not rile (Y/N) up, Bakugou. She's had a lot to deal with the last few years, and she just needs peace...so direct that explosive attitude of yours elsewhere.” Despite struggling not to dote on his remark about my attitude, I kept my composure.

“What's her deal, anyway? Why's she a special case?!” I snapped, keeping my distance. I wasn't sure why I didn't get up in his face, but I had a feeling it was because I'd already seen him in action.

“That's none of your concern. Just don't mess with her and we won't have any problems. Don't forget to hand in your homework tomorrow.” He moved to walk past me, his ebony sleeve brushing against my shoulder. Instinctively, my hand shot out and grabbed hold of it, causing my teacher to pause and heave a sigh.

“(Y..)...the brat said she didn't like people touching her...said she had her reasons...and that she'd been hurt worse…”

Why do I even care?! She's just some privileged bitch!

“...Something bad happened...didn't it, old man?” He could have easily pulled away, but he just kept his eyes glued to the gates for a long moment, a strange look washing over his face. That was a good enough answer. I released the material of his shirt and let my arm fall back to my side as he began to move again, as though nothing happened.

“Remember the homework, Bakugou…” Aizawa mumbled gruffly as he took his leave.

So...whatever happened was enough to even freak Eraserface out…

I felt a foreign feeling creeping up my throat, and it didn't take a genius to understand that it was guilt. Swallowing it back down like a nasty pill, I waited a bit before I began to head home.

Whatever...I ain't giving her special treatment! If she crosses me, she's as good as dead!
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***I want BakuBae to blow up my face plz*