I Don’t Like Her!
A/N: So I wasn’t quite sure where to start this off in the beginning, but after thinking about it I discovered what I wanted to do. SO! Here you go! :)
Warnings: Cussing, soft Bakugo, Slow Starting Off, Violence
Paring(s): Bakugo x (Female)Reader
Quirk: Sight (The quirk “sight” grants the user a very strong sense of sight, allowing them to do a number of things: they have x-ray vision(pretty much), can see for long distances, can predict the movements others make, and can locate weak spots on anyone’s body. The quirk also has the ability to paralyze those that the user makes eye contact with, and completely stop their opponent’s heart if they wish. This quirk is a hereditary quirk, passed down through generations, and it gains strength with each use. When the user overuses this quirk, it renders their body immobile for quite some time)
I Don’t Like Her!
Whispers arose as you walked down the hallway to your new classroom. You weren’t too bothered by them, however. It only made sense.
It wasn’t every day that U.A. High received a late transfer into the Hero Course. It was surprising for the other students--in all of the courses. Not just the Hero Course. You were the talk of the town(so to speak), your name passing everyone’s lips. No one was sure of your situation in full, but there were rumors. Some said you had been too ill when the term started, and had to begin late. Others said that you’d been overseas and were abroad, like you were a part of some rich family or something. There were even more outlandish rumors, things like your family had forced Principal Nezu and the School Board to accept you in late. None of these were true however. The truth was, your quirk had rendered you pretty much immobile at the start of the term.
Yes, there had been an accident. An accident that was partially your fault, but mostly the fault of the villain who had attacked you. Then again, they said you attacked them first. No one knew this story of course. At least, no student. The teachers were aware of the entire situation--and were expecting you in. And so here you were, transferring into class 1-A in the middle of the school year, capturing everyone’s attention.
You didn’t care. You were fine with that.
After all, you knew your experience with the villain would gain you points in your class. Like you, these students had been through just as many feats as one could imagine. Sure you were put through only one experience, but they would be able to relate to you, and understand you. Because of that, you hoped, at the least, that they would get along with you.
No, it wasn’t every day that a teenager took down one of the most dangerous villains in all of villainy, but that wasn’t a big deal to you.
