Bakugou Katsuki (My Hero Academia) x Male Reader

[Warning] Language; curse words, etc.

Oh god, this picture is nasty, I thought as I uploaded a 2x2 picture while updating my data. My face stared back at me, with [h/l] [h/c] hair and narrowed [e/c] eyes.

My name is [l/n] [m/n], and I am, right now, messing with my phone instead of listening to whatever Sensei is teaching.

Now, some people might ask me what I like to do.

How I normally answer?

"Stay low."

I mean, no shit, really. I actually do answer that way. You see, I'm the type of person who likes to have a low profile as long as I can manage. Being in a tough crowd makes that easier.

By tough crowd, I mean, this fucking city with being a superhero as a profession.

Hey, not that I'm complaining. When someone steals the spotlight, and I mean the superheroes, I can now at least stay behind the shadows and hide.

Or rather, blend in.

The class I am in has this high-profile kind of guy.

Ash blond hair (did I ever mention I have a thing for blonds?), fiery red eyes (which are pretty fucking awesome), and a muscled build (for a high-schooler).

The guy I'm talking about?

Bakugou Katsuki. The resident bully. The boy next door hottie. The violent guy with the explosive Quirk.

My uh... my 'sacrifial lamp', per se.

He's the main reason why I go to this school. Bakugou has a high profile and a reputation to boot. If I play my cards smartly, I'll be able to maintain my low profile by following him around.

This plan has been working for me for years.

No one would even bother talking to me, which is good, because they keep talking about and to Bakugou. Although they know that I exist, people don't really seem to care.

Just like how people don't care for weak-willed people.

"You're below the rejects! You're Quirkless!" my subject had been shouting just a second ago. I turned to see the green-haired boy- Midoriya?- cower in fear in his seat.

"How can you even stand in the same ring as me?!"

I raised my eyebrow at the irony of the statement. Bakugou was complaining about how Midoriya is trying to stay on his level or something, while I have been just right behind him for the past years.

"Now, now," Sensei called out. "You know that [l/n]-kun is also applying for U.A., right?"

Oh, and I probably forgot to mention that I was also applying for U.A. because of Bakugou.

Yeah.

I'm that type of person.

Bakugou only scoffs at that. He already knows that I am just following him around.

Does he mind?

He fucking did, back then. Nearly got myself killed for that when he found out.

.

"Oi, fucking bastard."

I didn't turn around, confident that it was not referring to me. I was just walking home from school, so no one should be bothering me.

"Look at me, you shithead."

A hand grabbed my shoulder and roughly turned me around.

"What the fuck is wro- Bakugou?!" I nearly shouted as he suddenly trapped me between him and the wall. "... Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, slightly grinning just at my stupidity.

"You could start by telling me what the fuck are you doing!" he shouted near my face.

Nasty little shit.

"I'm being trapped by you?"

"BULLSHIT!"

And the last thing I would ever tell anyone what happened is that I got burned.

Like real bad.

.

Okay, so I got him pissed.

So what?

My point was that I told him, he got angry because 'I used him', now he didn't mind.

"That bastard can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn't get in my way," Bakugou said silently. He was looking outside with his head on his palm, making him look like one of those badass anime characters.

I, on the other hand, who sat on the corner seat by the door, was surprised. I raised my eyebrows in curiosity. I stared at him, and he turned to stare at me.

This time, there wasn't any anger or hatred or even annoyance.

Just plain... curiosity? Interest?

I've been following you for years. Yet why can't I read you?

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Stay low, I said.

This is getting hard.

This is by far the hardest I've worked just to stay low. This is by far the most effort I've given in order to follow my policy of low profile.

But damn it, this is getting hard.

I have made mistakes in my whole life. The worst mistake I have ever made is actually deciding to apply for U.A. just because of Bakugou. My low profile is failing.

Why didn't someone fucking tell me that it's all about getting the attention to yourself in U.A.?

"[l/n]! Are you Quirkless or are you just lazy? If you don't improve, might as well drop out."

Eraserhead, who is supposedly our homeroom teacher but gave us an assessment instead, was beyond his self. He sounded lazy, but I knew he was pissed.

I could hear the other students whispering behind me.

"Now that he mentioned it, what is that guy's Quirk?"

"Didn't he use it at the exam?"

"Haven't seen it."

I sighed. It seems I'll have to use my Quirk, then. Even though I was able to keep my Quirk hidden for who knows how long- I even managed to hide it during the entrance exam- I'll have to excuse this one time, or else I'll fail.

It was my turn to pitch.

I took a deep breath, unconsciously mimicking the mannerism of Bakugou, and leaned a bit backward.

"Oh," I suddenly remembered, and faced my classmates. "You might want to cover your ears or something."

Bakugou stared at me. I unknowingly turned away, my face suddenly feeling warmer.

[l/n] [m/n], get a hold of yourself!

I gathered my focus into one subject: the softball.

Then I pitched, with the thoughts of 'Curse you, Bakugou!'

My classmates stared at the long distance my pitch is travelling. They were all covering their ears as well, probably due to two reasons.

One, their ears might be ringing.

Two, unlike the normal volume of a pitch, my pitch is definitely several (hundred) times louder than a normal one.

"His Quirk..."

I turned to face them, catching the eye of Bakugou.

"Soundwave manipulation."

I noticed several things from the corner of my eye. Eraserhead was holding up the device that measured the distance, and it showed 705.2. That was the exact same distance Bakugou had thrown. Speaking of the blond, he was now grinning like a maniac.

What the hell is he getting excited for?

.

This is bad, I thought.

We were supposed to be having a class in this isolated building. Villains appearing in this place? No, not part of the plan.

So wht the hell is going on?!

Okay, not that that is really my worry. My main worry is that I am, as of now, captured.

Really.

Some unnamed villain is holding my right arm in a tight grip. I've already used my maximum of my Quirk, and it takes like half an hour, more or less, that I'll be able to use it again.

To cut it short, I'm spent, and a villain has me hostage.

Bakugou, Kirishima, and I were sent to the Collapse Zone to fight some the villains already there. We were doing well, Bakugou and Kirishima doing what they usually do and attacking mindlessly while I stay quiet and imitate the soundwaves they make to attack my share of opponents as well.

However, I made a mistake again.

I forgot that I had a limited number of times I could use my Quirk, depending on the level of intensity or decibels of usage.

[m/n], you are such a fucking idiot.

Back to my predicament, I can barely move my body. I feel fatigued. I feel sluggish. I know I'm probably pale or something of the sort.

This nameless villain is holding my arm in a tight hold, and caught the attention of my two classmates.

"Hey, you little shits! Got any more things to say before I dispose of this pretty little [blond, brunet, redhead, etc.] teammate of yours?!" and he was laughing himself off.

Kirishima turned around first, concerned. "[l/n]?"

This caught Bakugou's attention. He turned around, seething, glaring, and steam coming out of his hands. "Let go of him, you bastard."

"Or what?" the villain said. He held me up higher, making me wince in discomfort. The other villains were now surrounding the two while they were distracted. "You'll both blast me to oblivion? You're just students. It's not like you can do anything to stop us."

"You forget... that... I gave you that bloody... nose..." I said, even though I was exhausted. I can't help it, this guy is fucking nasty.

Feeling triggered, he then takes hold of both my arms in one hand, the other on my neck, ready to snap it in one go.

"Shut the fuck up, you little shit. I could kill you right now."

"Nah."

"What-"

"He will be doing the 'killing'," I said quietly as I saw Bakugou fly to the guy keeping hold of me.

I fell to someone's arms. I looked up lazily to see Kirishima and his all red glory.

"[l/n]! Get a hold of yourself!"

I'm just tired.

"[l/n]! [l/n]! Bakugou, come here!"

Bakugou?

"... [m/n]."

Calling me by my first name? Now that's fun.

.

"I know you're awake."

His rough voice is the first thing I hear when I regained consciousness. I scowl in irritation as I sit up in my infirmary bed.

"You sure you should be sitting up?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Don't get your jammers in a twist."

Bakugou sighed in frustration. This is the first time I've seen him just do that instead of exploding at someone.

So I only realized that I actually have a crush on him?

"Thanks for saving me, Katsuki."

For years long, I had to collapse and he had to save me, just to make me realize that I actually love this bastard?

His eyes widened. He stared at me in shock as I addressed him in his first name. Bakugou regains his composure as he crossed his arms in front of him. "You owe me... [m/n]."

I smiled, and he stared at me once more. I lean over to him, which is actually pretty easy since he was sitting beside the infirmary bed.

My hands lean on his shoulders while I kiss him on the lips.

Then the next thing I knew, he was kissing back, holding me gently but firmly.

He is all that matters to me.

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