The alarm clock went off and I groaned with intensity; I had to get up and get ready for a new day of school.

"Jeez..." I growled after slapping the 'off' button of that devilish tool. "There is something I'll hate the rest of my life, and it's this fucking annoying sound!"

Today I was in my whining-mode quite early in the morning, but I couldn't help it, I was trying hard not to think about what the stupid me did yesterday, even if that was the exact reason why I couldn't sleep much. I was quite tired of making the attempt of understanding why I was carried along by my impulses once again, and the fact that it wasn't Saturday or Sunday to let my head have a rest was making everything more difficult...

Seriously, why the hell did I think that kissing Katsuki was a good idea!?

Was it because of his sudden change of behavior!? Because he treated me well for once!? Because we were alone!? Because of the heat of the moment!? Because I didn't actually realize until now that the boy is very attractive and wanted to smash my lips on that flawless skin and so have the cure to those random pimples that appear on my also almost flawless skin...!?

Pfft! The hell I'm saying...

Well, at least I didn't forget that laughing is the best cure... heh.

Okay, jokes apart, it was true that I feared a lot that the way Katsuki started to treat me after all the time we'd spent together changed abruptly because of a simple kiss on the cheek... We also shouldn't forget that little fact that I ran away like a real coward and left him in front of my house, possibly cursing my name and hating my entire being for daring to invade his personal space. For once, he wasn't 100% an asshole and I had to screw everything up... Dammit.

"Ugh... Sometimes I need a Jiminy Cricket by my side to prevent me from doing stupid things and ruin my life..." I commented as I rubbed my temples while sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to push my bothersome thoughts away.

Anyway, the world wouldn't let me relax too much as you may already know. At that moment, I realized that my phone started to buzz uncontrollably, and the notifications' light blinked many times, stealing my attention.

"Who's bombarding me with messages now?" I wondered aloud with a hint of annoyance, not really believing that it could be my godmother when she always preferred calling me.

I reached the phone with my right hand, unlocked the screen and oh, my God.

It had to be him.

~Phone messages~

The King of Explodo-Kills: hey

The King of Explodo-Kills: little mouse

The King of Explodo-Kills: you up?

The King of Explodo-Kills: well I don't care anyway

The King of Explodo-Kills: ok so

The King of Explodo-Kills: you know

The King of Explodo-Kills: there was something I forgot to tell you yesterday

The King of Explodo-Kills: I mean

The King of Explodo-Kills: when you told me you liked living alone and all that shit

The King of Explodo-Kills: I knew you were fucking lying to me

The King of Explodo-Kills: and I'll beat your poor ass after class, you bitch!

The King of Explodo-Kills: oh

The King of Explodo-Kills: FUCK NO

The King of Explodo-Kills: that's not what I wanted to say

The King of Explodo-Kills: damn

The King of Explodo-Kills: NOW I CAN'T DELETE THOSE FUCKING MESSAGES

The King of Explodo-Kills: fuck

The King of Explodo-Kills: FUUUCK

The King of Explodo-Kills: DON'T READ THEM OR I'LL FUCKING DESTROY YOU

The King of Explodo-Kills: what did I just

The King of Explodo-Kills: no

The King of Explodo-Kills: I MEAN

The King of Explodo-Kills: SHIT

The King of Explodo-Kills: OK

The King of Explodo-Kills: ok

The King of Explodo-Kills: don't read those

The King of Explodo-Kills: ok??

The King of Explodo-Kills: just forget all I said and remember this now

The King of Explodo-Kills: ok so

The King of Explodo-Kills: where was I?

The King of Explodo-Kills: uhh

The King of Explodo-Kills: fuck man

The King of Explodo-Kills: WHAT I WANTED TO SAY WAS

The King of Explodo-Kills: that

The King of Explodo-Kills: if you need anything

The King of Explodo-Kills: and by anything I mean something IMPORTANT

The King of Explodo-Kills: just call me or send me a message ok??

The King of Explodo-Kills: you look too fucking irresponsible to live in a house on your own

The King of Explodo-Kills: I bet that your stupid ass could set the house on fire or forget to close the door and let anyone steal everything

The King of Explodo-Kills: so be glad that I'm offering you my damn help

The King of Explodo-Kills: but don't waste my time

The King of Explodo-Kills: only for the serious shit

The King of Explodo-Kills: ok?

The King of Explodo-Kills: that's all

The King of Explodo-Kills: bye

(The hearty laugh that escaped my lips after reading all his messages sure gave me years of life; I had no words to describe the pleasant tingling that was running inside my entire body with every word. Seriously, what happened to this guy? Since when did he start to be this cute? Even if his rudeness was still very present, the real purpose of his messages wasn't going to go unnoticed.)

Reapermau5: aaaaawwwwww

Reapermau5: oh my Goooooood

Reapermau5: thank you very much, Bakugou!!

Reapermau5: I appreciate it a lot!! ^.^

Reapermau5: I'll take note of it~

- - - - -

Giggling, I left the phone on the night table before bringing my hands to hide my face, feeling even more stupid and slightly embarrassed.

"That was really... unexpected." I mumbled between chuckles. "And here I was like, fucking breaking my brain thinking he might stop talking to me..."

I set my left hand away and cupped my cheek with the other, staring at the floor with a genuine wide smile. I couldn't help but let tiny laughs out from my mouth at the only thought of him lying in bed with his phone and writing all of that; he sure had to have a lot of struggles, more than the ones he showed with his 'failed' messages.

And it didn't take me long to realize... how is that lately I'm happier and more cheerful than usual?

I remember perfectly how different my personality and behavior was six months ago; I was just your average teenager with existential crisis who preferred to see life pass in front of their eyes, without hope for anything. And you couldn't blame me; I lost all my vitality and felt already dead since my terrible childhood.

But now, today the light came back to my face, I had something in mind that I wanted to achieve and I was full of energy, far different from my permanent dull eyes and disoriented life after my parents' death.

"What are you doing to me, Katsuki?" I whispered, feeling my cheeks getting warm as his name escaped my lips.

I couldn't deny that the ash blond boy totally turned my life around in the most positive way you could think of, and I also couldn't deny that I was so damn grateful for that. The most unexpected person from all around the world practically saved me from myself!

But now wasn't the moment to think about all this emotional shit, as someone I knew well would say. I had to get ready for school and, even if it were difficult, I had to stay focused in the lessons and wait patiently until meeting that explosion boy again after classes.

- - - - -

[Katsuki's P.O.V.]

The day felt fucking endless.

Fuck.

Staying focused in class had never been something difficult for me, as I'm the top student in the school. Always with excellent marks in all subjects, winning all the stupid school's trophies and being the best at P.E. thanks to my desire of mastering my quirk and become stronger. Basically a role model for all the useless extras in this place.

But, for the first time in my entire life, today wasn't as easy as yesterday to be attentive. Indeed, my head had been working too much since yesterday evening, without even letting me rest in my sleep.

'(F/n)...'

That name had been hunting my head more frequently these months, though it really didn't feel out of place since I had been spending too much of my time around the (e/c)-eyed girl and also had to think about a good workout for that shitty rat. Everything was going more or less right until our last fight.

The image of (f/n) crying while tugging my shirt was something that wouldn't vanish from my memory, saying between sobs that she didn't want me to leave, that she needed me. The (h/c)-haired girl somehow made her intentions sound egotistical as needing me only for her own benefit, yet you don't go and cry with that desperation for someone's help when, if you look at it closely, you already knew everything about combat.

And she left me wondering... what had I become for this shitty girl to let me see the most vulnerable part of her? What was wrong with her?

Though even if I wanted to have those questions answered, the damn real and important one here is... what the fuck happened to me? Since when I take the trouble to reassure someone when I've never cared? Dammit! I even told her that if she needed something, she could ask me for help!

Not to forget that I made a complete mess while trying to do so this morning... Fuck.

I'm losing my fucking mind...

I knew something was off with me at the moment I decided to walk (f/n) home yesterday because I never did that before; we always took our separate ways towards our houses and nothing else. However, I zoned out during the walk, already aware of my odd behavior and trying to figure out why I was bothering so much, not attending too much to the few words that the rat said to me to maintain a useless conversation.

I believed the girl already entered her house when she said 'good-bye' right in front of the door, so I gave myself the luxury of coming back to my world. I was asking too many questions than the ones I could answer firmly and I needed to look for a fucking explanation inside my head... until I realized (f/n)'s presence close to me all of a sudden and-

"So, Bakugou, you're not applying for the U.A. Academy anymore?" One of those stupid dudes they proclaim themselves my friends asked me out of nowhere with an obnoxious tone, snapping me out from my thoughts.

"Huh?" The unexpected weird question left me dumbfounded, but even more the fact that I was so concentrated that I didn't hear the bell for the break ring. "The fuck's up with that now?"

"We've noticed you're behaving quite weird lately."

My eyes widened when those words reached my ears and almost coughed when the air hitched in my throat. 'They know...?'

"Yeah, you don't come with us to the arcade anymore." The other answered while pouting.

'What the-'

"That bullshit means I'm acting strange!?" I yelled with annoyance, thinking that their reasons had to be more serious than all that shit.

The guy took a step forward to catch my attention. "Not only that." He replied. "As I said, you don't look as eager as before to go to the U.A."

I clicked my tongue, bothered by their stupid doubts. "The fuck do you think you're saying!? Of course I'm going to the U.A., you morons! There's no way in hell I'm not going to apply! You're fucking talking nonsense."

One of the three boys turned around and rested the back of his waist against my desk, insisting. "What's going on, man? Did Deku's new friend brainwash you or something?" He asked directly, and I couldn't say if he was concerned or just being sarcastic. "It looks like you're neglecting yourself by directing your attention to other things that have nothing to do with you."

"W-What!?"

The one behind me walked forward and crossed his arms. "Yeah, we've been thinking it has to be her fault. She has been such a pest to Bakugou..."

"You always scare the girls, and not to mention that already none of them come near you..." The other muttered to himself.

"You let that stupid girl borrow your math book but not me even when we know each other since we were kids!"

"W-What the hell, man..."

"I feel hurt, okay!?"

I kept staring at them in confusion; they were talking almost at the same time and I wasn't even bothering to pay much attention to their blabbering.

"The fuck is wrong with all of you, idiots? Y'all came only to complain? Get lost." I said after losing some of my interest, seeing as their conversation was only focused on how salty they were about (f/n).

The one who was resting is back against my desk sighed while shrugging and started walking towards the door with slow steps. "What we said is true, man. What's going to be next? Applauding Deku when he surpasses you? You really don't look the same anymore. I thought you had everything under control, but it seems that I was wrong." He commented with resignation while gesturing a 'good-bye' with his hand.

"Huh!? Deku!?" I exclaimed after hearing his comment, automatically standing up from my seat.

The others began to follow him as well, making clear that the conversation was over.

"O-Oi! Where are you going now!? What was the point in saying all that shit and now running away like cowards!? Bring your fucking asses back here!"

Yet they didn't turn their heads as their figures faded, leaving me in the classroom with all the words locked in my throat, terribly shocked and unable to move.

"Sick! I've never imagined I'd be alive to see this. Bakugou not noticing Deku was still with his idea of applying for the U.A. Academy? Unbelievable!"

"Seems that he gave up on becoming the number one hero as he used to say all the time."

"Heh, maybe he decided to share that position with Deku... who knows? He's the only one taking his own shit seriously after all."

Their echoing voices between the walls of the empty hallway were the last I heard from them that day. Though, clearly, they weren't my biggest problem right now.

'W-WHAT THE FUCK!?'

It finally hit me.

Those last comments were the only thing I needed to finally realize I was being a total brainless idiot. Indeed, all I did was a complete stupidity without forgiveness, a behavior out of my character, something I wouldn't do under any circumstance.

A fucking shame.

I pressed my fingers against my temples and hid my widened eyes with both hands as I sat down on the chair again, resting my elbows on the desk as a support for my now dizzy head. I was breathing heavily, needing air to assimilate that because of my carelessness, Deku has become more self-confident without me noticing much.

And I felt even worse when I had to admit that I had noticed several times before that the nerd was behaving strange. His body looked a little more trained, in the break time he was always disappeared, and I even thought I saw he was using a hand gripper under the desk while we were in class. The fucking quirkless idiot was doing something I could have stopped if I hadn't been focused on my deal with (f/n).

'No, n-no...' I gulped.

How could this happen?

I always knew how to keep Deku at bay, I knew perfectly well that I was the best suited to make him understand, based on my own abilities, that he would always be a good-for-nothing. I was going to be the only one who would apply for the U.A. Academy, and I would make sure this freak didn't even think for a moment that I would share the position of the student accepted by the most important academy of heroes in the country. I was superior to him in every way and would always be.

So who would dare to challenge my will!? That damn quirkless Deku!? Could he even do something against someone as great as me!?

Indeed, that bastard finally seemed to come to his senses and began to stop repeating that he would also go to U.A. and did himself a favor of not being more ridiculous.

But... when was it that all the determination I ripped from him started to come back again? I had everything under control so, what the fuck happened?

"(F/n)..."

After a while, I began to hear rumors about that nerd befriended a girl.

A girl? Deku and a girl? Please don't make me laugh!

From then on, that damn good-for-nothing who was completely at my mercy started to become different, even worse than before. One day, he dared to say aloud in the middle of the class that he would be another candidate to apply for the U.A. Academy, leaving me slightly puzzled and wondering how he was capable of doing such public announcement.

... How?

How could that happen when I had everything under control!? That damn bitch had to do something with this!? Was she encouraging him!? What damn spirits of a weakling would make Deku stop feeling that terror he had always had towards me!? Had that nerd fallen in love with that whore!? Didn't that bitch know who I am!? Did she think she was stronger than me!? That she could go against me!? That girl...

... Was she fucking challenging me?

If she was looking for war, she would have it.

I just needed to know something more about her.

I was so mad...

That's why, one day, I decided to follow the nerd when the break time arrived. Those incompetent dudes who I hang out with were just useless; they were taking too long to get some information about her, and I'm not someone who managed big amounts of patience.

I waited a few seconds after Deku abandoned the classroom, and I also left the place. From afar, I saw he stopped walking when he reached the door of the class before ours, so I guessed that little whore had been close the entire time. To keep some distance and not look suspicious, I rested my back against the wall and shoved my hands in the pockets of my black school uniform, turning my head to my right side carefully enough to look like as I was just there, not doing much.

'Why the fuck is he trembling so much?' I thought as I noticed how the nerd was shaking while trying to take a peek at the inside of that class.

I was never able to see with detail who or how she was; too many extras in the hall were interfering in my field of vision, but none would be able to prevent me from achieving my goal. That's why I decided to keep following them, finally having some brief sights of her (h/l), (h/c) hair.

I wouldn't admit it, but I was eager to know who was that girl that was challenging me and the source of encouragement for Deku, who, precisely, was doing so while I was hiding behind a tree and listening to their conversation.

"Izuku, I'm sure you can do it. You'll need to work hard, but also you have to believe in yourself."

"R-Really? You think so?"

"Totally. No professional hero has the same spirit as you, so it would be very stupid of U.A. not letting you in."

"Thanks a lot! I really hope so..."

Her voice was really making me sick; I had never had such a great desire to destroy someone, and I couldn't hold my rage for much longer. I felt the great necessity of exploding the face of that girl who had dared to trample all the fear that I had managed to arouse in that good-for-nothing.

My back was pressed against the tree until I decided to turn my head to their direction, unable to control myself anymore and showing half of my body in the process.

And that's when I finally saw her.

The image that had been created in my head about her was nothing like the person in front of my eyes. She was... normal. Maybe would it be for being so stupid as to let myself get carried away by the comments of the extras and go creating my own idea?

No.

That wasn't my problem right now.

As soon as I got a real full image of her, I pressed my back against the trunk and hid again, having sensed our eyes meeting for a brief of seconds.

What... what the hell was I doing?

Following the nerd wasn't the best idea, that shitty girl or he weren't supposed to know I was there. It was time to leave and meet those dumbfucks who went to get information about her before the end of the break, yet it was hard to push away the bothersome feeling that my behavior was stupidly quite out of my character, even if I had my reasons.

(F/n) (l/n). Two quirks: Super-Speed and a scythe. That's all that I got to find out.

No one has seen them at first hand; many say that some time has used the Super-Speed when she almost dropped something fragile or stumbled, to avoid falling, though nobody has seen the big one.

Even so, I was fully aware that I had to do something before the girl destroyed everything I created completely; it was my turn to make an appearance and show her what her place was, and if that meant I had to use brute force, I wouldn't hesitate.

Who could have said that same day, at the end of it, I'd have my chance? Deku didn't go to pick her, so guessing she was still inside her classroom was an easy thing. Needless to say that having a quirk that makes you being quick and fucking finishing almost the last one is paradoxical, to say the least.

When she left, the hall was almost empty and I could hear the echo of her not big, but slightly quickened footsteps approaching. The girl walked towards my direction, her bag hung from her hands in front of her, and she didn't take too long to reach the spot I was in. I had the same position as when I was trying to check who was the nerd's friend and remained with my eyes shut until I felt her disgusting presence close enough.

"Oi, bast-"

I had to hide my little surprise when I opened them instantly; I wouldn't expect (f/n) would be staring right at me, without blinking, and she didn't even bother to drive her gaze away when our eyes met for the second time that day. It was weird as hell, but it really felt as if time stopped for a moment...

Her (e/c) eyes and mine remained locked with each other; her expression wasn't serious, yet it didn't show any kind of joy. It looked almost... neutral? All I knew was that I wasn't going to look away either; I had been waiting for a great chance to show her that she should mind her own business and to make her aware of whom she had dared to look at in the eye but...

(F/n) didn't flinch at all.

She knew very well who I was, and she also knew that I knew who she was.

She didn't show any emotion nor wear an expression I could understand.

She didn't fear me.

And why did I let her go? I didn't really know. My head was tilted up as I looked at her, ready to speak, but when I was about to call for her attention, I just couldn't. I'm used to witnessing the fear in the faces of those who I land my eyes on, yet this girl didn't react at all.

That was... new to me.

Since then, she had me overthinking about all this situation; her simple presence reminded me the way I behaved by following her and Deku only to calm down my untamable madness, and the fact that I was unable to do what I had planned at the end was... a terrible feeling. The uncontrollably way my body temperature rose when she was near was one of the worst bothersome sensations I've ever had.

What was this fucking feeling? Embarrassment? Katsuki Bakugou had never felt ashamed, and even less because of a bitch's fault.

The moment (h/c)-haired girl appeared weeks later in front of me to ask for my help was the most surreal situation I'd had experienced; I would have never thought she would do something like that after the disgusting glances we used to exchange every time we saw each other. The one and only (f/n) (l/n), the fucking friend of Deku, the same person who dared to challenge me... She was now right in front of my desk before the eyes of everyone, wishing I would accept her request.

I wasn't going to complain though; I was still waiting for a better chance to make her see once and for all who was in charge here.

But the fucking world didn't seem to like it when my plans worked...

Seriously, this whole thing was driving me crazy... How could all of this happen?

- - - - -

[Your P.O.V.]

"Hoooly shiiiiit! I'm so freakin' late!"

Ah, fuck. Not again.

Here she was, your favorite main character that surprisingly had a special power that made her able to be hella fast, yet she was always running late to her meetings.

"This is the last time I'm going to that bakery, I swear." I took a mental note after the awkward experience I had with the black-haired boy I used to meet at the same bakery I used to go to buy my fantastic (favorite cake) cake.

I made sure I was far from the sight of people to use my quirk and get where Katsuki was, not caring about my trainers' suffering when I had to hit the brakes after reaching the place.

Panting as if I created a new level of asthma, I tried to approach the favorite place for the walking-grenade's ass while apologizing. "Ah, I-I'm s-sorry, a-aah... S-Someone at the bakery made me stay a l-little longer, oof... I'm here n-now, aah..."

I kept waiting for the typical high decibel insults while getting my air back, but I got nothing coming from him. Instead, I found a quite strange expression on Katsuki's face as he faced the ground, hunched over with his arms resting lazily on his legs, seeming completely lost in a disappointing thought.

"Uhm... Bakugou? Are you alright?" I asked with a quiet voice before touching his right shoulder, also hoping it would make him notice my presence there.

"Huh!?" He jumped a bit as he slapped my hand away, his characteristic frown coming back to his face. "The hell you're doing!?"

Taken aback by his sudden outburst, I stared at him with some confusion, not realizing his reaction had emotionally hurt me more than it should. "Whoa, chill, dude. I'm not the one who was looking at the ground as if you were staring at the fridge with disappointment after remembering you ate all the cake the previous day."

"..."

"..."

"What the fuck with that comparison, shitty face."

"What? That's the only reason why I'd be wearing the face you had just moments ago." I answered, slightly amused by his puzzled expression.

Katsuki only rolled his eyes and jumped off the rock, walking away from it. "Let's get started already, you're making me sick too soon today."

'What's wrong with him now?' I wondered with worry as I followed him.

"You sure you're okay? You didn't even notice I was next to you until I touched you..." I breathed, hesitating about my next words. "Hey, if there is something bothering you, maybe I can be a help."

Katsuki stopped walking after hearing the last sentence, his back facing me. For the first time, I believed that the boy had his attention on what I wanted to say and that he might like, at his own way, that I admitted I cared about him, too...

"Maybe this isn't the best moment to bring this up now, but I hope you're aware you can count on me if you need anything, okay?" I managed to say without mentioning what he did this morning, but trying to leave hint anyway. I was sure he would kill me if a single word escaped my mouth in his presence even if it were only a simple 'thanks'.

"We've been spending too much time together at the end, right? Haha... who could have guessed it?" I giggled nervously as I rubbed the back of my head, glad he couldn't see the temperature rising on my cheeks. "What I'm trying to say is that you... you can tell me if that makes you feel better... But o-only if you want to, of course! Haha!"

Katsuki finally decided to turn his head a bit to let me meet his eyes, yet his expression was far from the one I was expecting.

"I don't need anyone's help, got it? Anything that involves me, it's none of your business." He answered cold and bluntly, his gaze piercing my soul.

"Ah! O-Okay..."

'Damn, you never learn, (f/n)...' I mentally facepalmed; I couldn't help but feel hurt and stupid at the same time. Showing worry about him was always a mistake...

The ash blond boy finally faced me, bored eyes locked with mine. The silence that came after that was making me a bit concerned about what was going to happen; I didn't know what was inside his head nor what he had planned for me today. The moment to train and use that fateful scythe I have for weapon arrived.

Honestly, I could still hear the desperate voices of my parents telling a half curious, half confused little me not to show anyone, or use, the quirks I inherited. Was it because my entire father's family manifested guns? Because I was the different one? Ha! Please! That reason was too retrograde to be true! C'mon, maybe the chine of the scythe wasn't really curved as normal ones or the design was a bit messy, as if the weapon was made of welded parts... Try to blame the creative mind of that four-year-old and the fact she was the first one who came up with a different idea, bitch.

But even so, why was I also told not to use the other quirk? It had the same sense as my parents saying my weapon wouldn't fit a hero: any.

'They were just cowards...' I thought with annoyance without realizing I was clenching my fists, leaving the marks of my nails in my palms.

Suddenly, Katsuki broke the long silence. "Show me your scythe." He ordered.

"E-Eh?"

His tone startled me at first, staring at me with intensity. I could say I was able to smell the tension of the unknown; the male was aware he was going to see for the first time that thing it made him feel a bit more interested about me and didn't know the impression it would have on him.

"You heard me."

A deep sigh escaped my lips, seeing as I had to fight my damn memories once again and hopefully, for the last time. "Alright... Check this."

I took a step backwards and extended my right arm in front of me with my palm facing the ground, closing my eyes after that for a moment to concentrate on the energy I was going to release from my hand; it had been some time since the last time I summoned my scythe and I had to be sure I was going to drive enough power to a single part of my body.

'Do it, (f/n).'

Right after ordering myself so, my body stiffened as a white light that emanated lazily from my wrist and lower part of my arm started to concentrate in my palm, which slowly formed the silhouette of my scythe after a few seconds. I curled my fingers to grab the snath and the light disappeared, leaving the weapon fully materialized. With a graceful swing, I brought it to a vertical position next to my right side.

I opened my eyes with curiosity to see Katsuki's expression, and yeah, his reaction wasn't far from the one I was expecting: a mixture between confused, startled and disgusted.

"Fuck, that shit is uglier than I thought." Was his final verdict after a pause.

I snorted, unsurprised. "Don't insult my baby, you monster. I created it when I was four, don't expect too much."

"Still, the chine looks so damn weird it barely looks like a proper scythe."

'Oh, he had to make that comment of my gorgeous four-year-old artwork. Bastard.' I thought while rolling my eyes, tired of listening to him.

"Alright, you've seen it already. How's gonna be the training then?" I asked with eagerness and pushing Katsuki's next hurtful comments to oblivion.

The boy crossed his arms and walked around me to keep analyzing the weapon. "How much do you know?" He asked without keeping his eyes off it. "Show me everything you've learned to do with... this."

'Learned? Pfft... only if you knew...'

"Sadly, I only know how to cut things in a short-range with swings." I answered while looking for something to be the guinea pig for my demonstration, holding the scythe with both hands after approaching the spotted victim. "Like this."

I slowly lifted the weapon and spread my legs a bit to keep balance. With a swift move, I cut the big rock in half horizontally, letting the piece of above slip by its side little by little until it reached the ground, cracking into little pieces with a loud sound.

I stared at the result with resigning, aware it was the only thing I knew I could do with that big weapon. "See? Pretty simple, but that's actually al-"

"WHY HAVE YOU CUT MY ROCK, BASTARD!?" Katsuki yelled furiously all of a sudden. "I LIKED THAT ROCK!!"

I jumped scared at his outburst, driving my haze to his figure in disbelief. "You gotta be kidding me..."

"HOW ARE YOU GONNA RETURN IT TO NORMAL AGAIN!?"

"... Bakugou, are you hearing yourself? It's a simple roc-"

"I SAID HOW. ARE. YOU. GONNA. RETURN. IT-"

After what seemed to be endless minutes of yelling, he eventually calmed down; I couldn't believe he could go so far for something so stupid, jeez... So, seeing it as a green light, I proceeded to continue with the original aim of my actions.

"So... what are we gonna do?" I asked with a hint of excitement.

However, Katsuki didn't respond immediately; the boy tilted his head up and locked his red orbs with my (e/c) ones, staring at me with an intense gaze. His expression was so serious that I had a hard time believing if it was mad because of the rock, or because the training would be rough... and I hoped it was the second option, to be honest.

Finally, he spoke.

"I have no fucking idea."

"What do you mean you have no idea!?" I facepalmed.

At that point, I didn't know if I wanted to chop my head off and end my suffering or his head instead...

"It's pretty obvious, stupid rat: I fight with bare hands." He explained. "I don't have a silly clue about how to fight with something in them. Are you really that dumb that you didn't guess it by yourself?"

'Fuck... he's right...' I thought with disappointment.

"Then? What am I supposed to do?"

Katsuki shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at me with indifference. "You're your only trainer this time." He answered before taking a pause. "The only thing I can do is helping you by being your 'punching bag' and give you advice about what you should do, but that's all."

I stayed silent before him, my mind was blocked after all the information hit me with no mercy. What should I do? Clearly, doing this alone would end up killing me by trying to follow some tutorial on Youtube, and the male was offering the little help he could give after all... It seemed it was time for me to take the lead.

My silence always bothered the hot-headed boy and he talked with impatience. "Oi! Hurry up, rat! Stop wasting my time and decid-!"

"Okay, I'll take it." I finally answered.

Katsuki let out the smirk he was saving for the moment I agreed to his plan. "Thought you were going to free me, shitty face." He commented with sarcasm.

I couldn't help but laugh at the tone of his words; he couldn't hide his amusement anymore.

"So, this means you're going to follow my orders?" I asked, wearing the same smirk as him while crossing my arms.

A wide grin appeared on the boy's lips. "Heh, you'll be the only one with the privilege of that."