Even though I was determined enough when I made the first step, I knew that, somehow, Katsuki would trick me. As soon as I threw the first punch, the boy moved to his side, causing me to lose my balance and fall down in the process. I kissed the ground with such style that a top model would have envied me.

"Ouch! My chin hurts..." I complained while rubbing it. "Why did you do that!?"

The ash blond boy stared down at me with his hands shoved in the pockets of his black pants, his face holding his characteristic frown. "Fool, your enemy would act faster than you, they wouldn't allow receiving any blow." He replied all serious. "Stand up now! We don't have all day."

The only way I could stare at Katsuki was with an expression full of disbelief. 'Is this how the training will be!?'

"I thought you wanted to test my strength!" I exclaimed as I shook the dirt off my clothes after I stood up.

"I said I wanted to test your current state, dipshit. If you supposed it only meant your strength, you're fucking wrong." He insisted.

"B-But that's not fair! You tricked me!"

Katsuki smirked at me, clearly showing that he was expecting that kind of reaction. "You were the one who wanted me as a trainer, right? Then brace yourself for this nightmare, bitch!"

My eyes suddenly widened at the last thing he blurted out. I knew this guy wouldn't make things easy, and that I would have to deal with 6 insults per 5 words he pronounced. But oh, I had heard how many times this motherfucker had referred all his female classmates as bitches, and he really dared to do the same with me...

'Did he SERIOUSLY just call me 'bitch'!?' I thought, feeling annoyed as hell.

Without any warning, I threw another punch at him, hoping I was faster enough to at least make my fist collide with his cheek this time, yet he also avoided it by catching my wrist.

The red-eyed boy's smirk became wider, realizing that my sudden move was provoked by his last words. "Oh? Didn't you like what I've said to you, bitch?" He asked with noticeable sarcasm. "How bad."

The tone of his voice was the last straw. I began to throw more punches at him non-stop, looking forward to making him come down from the huge mountain of his ego. Though the awful result was him stopping all of them, or me slamming my body against the cold ground one more time.

'Fuck... He doesn't let me touch him!' I grunted as I managed to stand up again.

I was panting heavily, my arms and legs hurt and I was pretty tired; even some of (h/c) strands popped out from my hair tie. However, Katsuki was just there, staring at my frame while yawning with boredom.

"Oi, if you're only going to try to hit me with your fists, you'll never get the chance!" He commented. "You have two damn legs, too, stupid!"

I quickly got what he meant and decided to use my legs. I sent him some kicks and even tried to imitate the movements I saw in karate movies as a last and desperate option, yet it was useless, all I did was avoided or stopped.

'I c-can't...!'

Sadly, I couldn't help but fall to the ground, unable to remain standing for much longer.

"IS THIS ALL YOU FUCKING HAVE!? WHAT A WEAKLING!!" The red-eyed boy yelled as he watched how ungracefully my body collided with the cold stone.

"Uuuugghhh... My sedentary lifestyle is taking its toll on me..." I managed to say while panting. "Holy shit... What did you expect, man!? I'm not used to this, and you didn't even let me do a fucking warm-up, goddammit!"

"HAAH!? YOU REALLY THINK A VILLAIN WILL WAIT FOR YOU TO WARM UP!? YOU'RE TRULY AN IDIOT!!"

I couldn't take the luxury of complaining, what the boy said was true, but c'mon, let's face it: he totally expected to put the cart before the horse. And don't overlook the little detail that he sure had enjoyed watching me suffer...

"Yeah, I'm a tired idiot..." I snorted.

Katsuki's eye twitched at the amusement in the tone of my voice, sensing I was making fun of his words. "Finding this funny, huh?" He chuckled darkly. "C'mon, lazy bitch, stand up! You're going to run 30 minutes and then you'll do 50 push-ups!"

'What.'

My eyes narrowed instantly and I turned my head up to his direction, looking at him dumbfounded. "Uh... You can't be serious." I said with a hint of fear.

A smug smile crept onto his face; he crossed his arms and tilted his chin up, giving me the response to my doubts. "Do it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"DO IT, YOU DEAF BITC-!!"

So, yeah, there I was, running around the perimeter of the area while trying not to resign from life, tired of my existence. I was sweaty, smelled bad, and ran like a dizzy duck. A beauty at its finest. But believe me when I say that I would do anything just to not break my eardrums because of the walking-grenade's screams...

He, however, had returned to sit on top of the big rock he was when I first spotted him and was chasing me with his red orbs, making me more nervous and anxious to end this torture as soon as possible.

"W-Why do I have to do this!?" I asked, sensing this was too much for the first day.

But he kept with the same. "Shut up and stop complaining, annoying rat!"

Can someone be more unlucky than me? When was the moment I thought this was a good idea? I could have listened to my godmother and accept the help of one of her butlers. Just think about it: I could train in her huge yard, take a relaxing bath in her expensive Jacuzzi after the exercise and then eat a big cake as a reward for my effort to become a hero.

But nah, it seems like I preferred suffering before enjoying all of that.

'Why am I like this?'

- - - - -

Finally, after letting go a sound that seemed like the bellow of a cow giving birth, I did the last push-up. I really believed that one of my lungs was going to burst, though the truth is that the fact of me being able to do all he ordered motivated me to say that I was surprisingly more in shape than expected.

"A-Aaah... B-Bakugou, I'm done..." I said with difficulties while I was on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

"FUCKING FINALLY!! I WAS GOING TO FALL ASLEEP, WOMAN!!" He complained.

"D-Don't shout at me! I did what you told me, l-let me live!"

The boy climbed down the rock and leaned his back against it, completely ignoring what I said. "Stop the blabbering and come here now!" He ordered.

I watched how he crossed his arms, a little detail that was clearly showing he wasn't going to approach me and give me a hand. "Oh, wow, thanks for helping me! I appreciate it a lot!" I exclaimed with sarcasm as I managed to stand up.

"Hah! Don't ever think I'll help you, moron! You can do it by yourself!" He answered harshly. "Hurry up! I have to discuss something with you."

I rolled my eyes at his military behavior. "Aye aye, captain..."

The sun was setting, and the time to come back home was close. Whatever the thing Katsuki had to say to me obviously it couldn't be forcing me to do any other exercise, that would be too cruel. Though in view of his seriousness, I assumed that it had to be something important.

"What was what you wanted to say?" I asked after placing myself in front of him, waiting anxiously for his response.

The boy didn't respond immediately, he seemed as he was looking for the proper words and let the silence fill the conversation. His intimidating red orbs were locked with my (e/c) ones, inevitably making me feel a bit awkward. Was what he had to tell me so important to look at me like that?

"You're weak." He replied bluntly. "Too weak."

I couldn't help but laugh hopelessly. "Seriously am I that bad?"

Katsuki pointed at me with his index finger and the speech began. "Your flexibility is terrible, you're unable to act fast, don't have agility when it comes to making your movements, and not to say that they are too predictable and taken from Jackie Chan's films."

'Yikes, exposed...'

He crossed his arms again and continued. "But the worst you have is your resistance. You can't stand a minute running without shouting that you'd rather die than continue torturing yourself this way." He finished saying. "So, yeah, you're fucking weak."

I was sure he wasn't aware of how much he was crushing my motivation; I never thought his physical checkup was going to be so hard. Is it biologically possible to be this disastrous?

"D-Damn, I'm a fucking mess..." I muttered sadly as I tilted my head down, feeling embarrassed.

Katsuki didn't need many clues to know that my mood had come down, yet he gained nothing by being a liar. For a moment, he was able to put aside the fact that he didn't allow anyone else besides him to apply for the academia and showed a little bit of empathy, even if it sounds strange.

"You... you're sure you want to enter the U.A.?" He asked all of a sudden with an uncommon calmed voice.

'Uh?'

The way the words came out of his mouth caught me off guard. He wasn't behaving like a sergeant anymore, he seemed as he was... concerned? My eyes widened at the realization: Katsuki had no plans on helping me train blindly as I initially imagined he would; he was truly considering my limits.

"You know that if you want to at least have a little possibility to pass the physical exam, you'll have to train a lot from now on, right?" He insisted. "Honestly, I don't think that a little mouse like you would resist any of this, and you don't even seem very confident, to say the least."

I remained tense, unable to raise my head and look him in the face; it looked as if his words had slapped me from my dreams and made me fall down to reality. I started to ask myself many questions I thought they were already answered.

'Why do I want to enter the U.A. Academy...?'

'Because I want to become a hero.'

'And why...?'

'Because... I want to be able to help others.'

'Is that true?'

'Yes.'

'But is that... all the truth?'

'...'

'Is that all the truth?'

'...'

I stopped replying to my questions at that point; I knew I wasn't being honest with myself, though it was hard for me to think about such egoistic answer.

'Mum, dad...'

Sudden flashbacks about the memory of my parent's death appeared in my mind, making me remember again the impotence I felt because I didn't do anything to save them, unable to act because of how repressed I felt.

'... I'm sorry, but...'

And of course, the memory of the little girl I helped the other day. Her amazed expression when we were running on the train tracks, her happiness when we found her mother, the relieved sensation of the return of her child... All of that was enough to encourage me to say the word I should have shouted when the ash blond boy asked that question.

"Oi, oi! Answer me already!" Katsuki yelled, tired of my silence. "I'm not here to lose my fucking time with a rat that doesn't even know why the hell had asked someone for help and have no clue about what to do with her damn lif-!"

"Yes." I answered, cutting him in the middle of the sentence.

'... I don't want to keep thinking the hero's world is not made for me...'

He noticed how I locked my (e/c) orbs with his crimson ones again, showing my determination. "Is that so?" He asked. "I can't fucking hear you, rat!"

'... So please, forgive me, I need to do this.'

"Yes!" I repeated. "I know I am capable of that!"

The ash blond boy stared at me for a few seconds and caressed his temples, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Even if it still looks odd, he liked my response. "Alright, shitty rat! I've heard your call, and I'll grant your wish!" He exclaimed, a tiny hint of amusement in the tone of his voice.

I let out some chuckles; the fact that Katsuki started to act as if he were some kind of God was funny, but I couldn't expect less coming from someone whose ego was bigger than Izuku's admiration for All Might. 'He can't be helped...'

He shoved his hands in his pockets and took some steps towards the road, giving me his back. "We'll continue this tomorrow." He said while turning his head back to me a little, enough for me to take a glimpse of his eyes. "And don't you fucking dare to be late again, or I'll make sure your life turns into a nightmare, you hear me!?"

"Ah! Y-Yes! Thank you very much, Bakugou!"

The boy slowly turned his head straight forward again and continued walking. "Let's go home already."

"Yes! See you tomorrow!"

I happily waved at him and took the direction to my house, all the motivation I thought I lost was coming back to me at every step I made. But what could I do? I was unable to hold back my joy and excitement. I was sure that, thanks to his help, I would be able to pass the exam.

'Somehow... I feel I did well choosing you, Katsuki.'

- - - - -

The fantastic alarm clock is the protagonist of this sentence because it's its turn to shine.

"Uuuuuuuggggghhhhhh... My body hurts too much..." I complained tiredly as I tried to stop the annoying sound. "I shit in your fucking existence, Katsuki Bakugou..."

Obviously, this would be the result of yesterday's beating.

"Uuugghh, motherfucker... How dare he force me to do all of that!?"

But... Fuck, it hurt like there was no tomorrow.

With difficulty, I managed to prepare myself to go to school, just as I managed to be attentive in class without my thoughts diverting towards the ash blond boy. I didn't know if I truly enjoyed his company, or just wanted to complain about how his 'test of current state' was taking its toll on me now... Anyway, I was looking forward to meeting him at the break time, something that still surprised me despite the fact that until a few days ago, he seemed like an unbearable person to me.

'Okay, that's the bench.'

As soon as the bell rang, I quickly reached the place Katsuki was yesterday, believing I would find him there today. I couldn't help but feel my cheeks warm, I wasn't aware until now that I looked like some girl looking for her senpai.

'S-Stop thinking weird things, (f/n), you have your reasons.' I said to myself.

I turned my head from side to side, hoping I would take a glimpse of his ash blond hair. But he was nowhere to be seen, that's why I decided to wait for him; I thought that if he saw me there, he would take it as a clue that I wanted to eat with him again and he would come.

Though if I didn't have enough with the generalized body pain, luck wasn't on my side, either.

"What!?"

"What is this loser doing here!?"

'Oh, shit.'

My eyes widened at the moment I heard the voice of Katsuki's friends, and by their reaction, I understood they didn't like my presence here. I tilted my head up and looked at them, feeling like a cornered puppy.

"The fuck do you want!?"

"You're in our place, bastard!"

I was caught off guard, and didn't know what to respond; I couldn't say I was actually looking for their 'leader' to have a friendly and calmed conversation while having lunch. The scowl on their faces was becoming wider by seconds, just as my anxiety increased. I was only here because I wanted to be with Katsuki, not with them. And by the way... where was him?

"W-Where's Bakugou...?" I asked with a quiet voice, instantly regretting it due to their sudden reactions.

The two boys looked at each other with startled expressions, unable to explain why a loser like me would ask for someone like him. One of them didn't hesitate and raised his hand, grabbing me harshly by the collar, and lifting my body from the seat with his arm.

"A-Ah! Let me g-!"

"Hear me well, shitty girl! I have no fucking idea about what's up with you, but we don't want to relate with losers, understood!?" He yelled.

"Yeah! Go play house with Deku and disappear!"

I was scared and didn't know how to deal the situation without any of us getting hurt. "I-I get it! Please, let me go!"

The one that was holding me did a quick move with his arm and threw me away, making my body collide with the ground.

"Hey! That hurts..." I complained.

Their laughs were making me sick, and despite the fact I would have loved to punch their faces, I knew I shouldn't start a fight with them. That's why as soon as I got up and without even caring about shaking the dirt off my clothes, I left.

"Hahaha! Don't you think you've been a bit harsh, man?" The other asked.

His friend shook his head. "Meh, that's the bitch who was bothering Bakugou the other day. She had to learn the lesson."

"Yeah, wait until Bakugou comes and knows about this, he'll laugh as much as us!" He chuckled.

"You bet!"

As I walked away, their laughter also stopped being heard. I changed my mind and decided to eat alone, sitting on another bench and obviously in the opposite direction from those orangutans.

'What the hell is wrong with them!? They didn't need to be that rude...' I thought, feeling annoyed and blaming the fact that the U.A. would deny my application if I get myself into a fight.

But what could I expect? Overnight I started to talk to Katsuki and clearly, those guys would think I wanted to bother.

'Ugh, I'm really stupid.'

I tried to forget about their hurtful words by eating my delicious meal. When I arrived home yesterday, my godmother's butler left me some of his tasty food in my kitchen because 'if I wanted to boost the results of my training, I had to eat well', as the note he left me said.

However, I didn't have time enough to taste it when I heard someone's steps coming my way as well as a voice I recognized perfectly.

"Already tired of looking for me to keep you company, little mouse?" Katsuki said with amusement.

I slowly tilted my head up, not showing much interest. "Oh, it's you."

The red-eyed boy's smirk faded instantly and arched an eyebrow at me, not knowing why I greeted him with that monotone and bored voice. "The fuck's wrong with you?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing."

"And why do you look so shitty?"

"I don't look shitty."

Katsuki was even more confused after hearing my responses, but I wasn't sure if I should tell him about what happened between his friends and me; I really didn't want to hear him saying that it was my fault or something that would make my blood boil.

"Why are you here?" I asked, trying to make him forget about my looks and change the subject.

He jumped a bit and quickly avoided my gaze, seeming as if he didn't have a good excuse for being there. "Y-You're in my usual spot." He replied while stuttering.

Now it was me who arched an eyebrow at him. "Wasn't your usual spot... the bench over there?" I asked, pointing in the direction of the bench we were yesterday.

"I-I CAN SIT WHEREVER I WANT, SHITTY RAT!!" He shouted while taking the seat beside me and crossed his arms, trying his best to avoid me seeing his pink cheeks.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his childish behavior. "Alright, alright..."

The silence that came after that was awkward as fuck, even for me. I was the only one eating, and the chewing sound was quite uncomfortable. But everything got worse when I started to feel Katsuki's crimson orbs analyzing me from head to toe.

"Your knees are bruised." He commented aloud.

'Shit...'

"Oh, really? I didn't notice it. Guess I've hit myself with something." I answered with fake surprise.

"And your skirt is dirty."

"I'll shake the dirt off when I finish eating, thanks for telling me."

The ash blond boy's eyes widened and stared at me in disbelief, unable to understand how I was capable of lying right in front of his face. "CUT THE CRAP ALREADY, (L/N)!!" He yelled with agitation, jumping abruptly from his seat and positioning himself in front of me.

'Shit, shit, shit, shi-!'

"What the hell happened to you!?" He asked after pointing at my messed clothes. "Even your hair is full of dirt!"

I couldn't look at him in the eye, he already knew I wasn't saying the truth. "Nothing happened to me, Bakugou, why don't you believe me!?"

Oh, God, he knew well I was a bad liar. Now he was getting pissed, he began to suspect this wasn't an accident at all. "Who did this!?"

'Fuck...'

Katsuki had already come to the conclusion that it was someone who had hurt me and by how I tensed up at the moment those words came out from his mouth, he knew he was right. I felt I was in a dead end; I couldn't think of anything else to avoid telling him.

I felt a sudden little pressure on my shoulders, not expecting at all it would be Katsuki's hands. "Tell me. Now." He insisted, his face a few inches from mine.

"Okay..." I sighed in defeat, still thinking how I should put it into words. "Your friends did this."

"What the fuck!?" The boy pushed himself away and stared at me with a surprised expression.

I nodded to clear his doubts. "I went to the bench you were yesterday, but they were the ones who greeted me instead of you." I explained. "They said they didn't want to relate with losers and threw me at the ground to make sure I understood. That's why I look like this." I finished saying, letting out a sad chuckle.

The hot-headed boy didn't move, trying to process all the information I just gave to him. He couldn't explain why he felt so annoyed, but the only thing that was in his mind was making them be the ones who learned the lesson. "Those bastards..." He muttered angrily.

He suddenly started to clench his fists and grit his teeth, clearly showing he was fucking mad. A dark aura was emanating from his body, making an uneasy sensation fill all my body.

"H-Hey, it's okay, it's not your fault so calm dow-"

"THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS SHOULD MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS!!" He shouted with rage.

And with that, Katsuki turned his body and went to the direction his friends were, making some explosions with his palms. He completely ignored my calls and didn't give a damn about my opinion.

Sure no one could stop him when he was angry.

'What the hell is he going to do?'