"No, no! I swear, I wasn't trying to provoke you!" You yelled, sprinting through Gym Gamma, trying to weave the hot blasts that Bakugo was sending your way.

"Damn liar!" He yelled, using his explosions to propel himself forward. The class was training and honing their quirks to better themselves, and you were Bakugo's partner.

He was supposed to attack, and you were supposed to defend yourself, but your quirk accidentally set off and set him off in return.

You were begging and running around, hands thrown in the air. Aizawa watched the both of you, grumbling to himself.

"Woah! Watch out!" Kirishima had backed away from the chase, raising an eyebrow at the both of you.

"Shut up, mop head!" He growled out, his hands releasing explosions in a rapid succession to catch up to you. Meanwhile, both of you were getting in the way of everyone's training.

You whipped around, now backing away with your hands up in defense. You shook your head slowly, thinking this was trying to defuse a situation with a rabid dog.

Aizawa let out a grunt, grabbing the scarf around his neck and tying it around you both. It had tied around both of your entire bodies, both of you stuck close together.

Bakugo grunted, trying to squirm out. That only caused him to wobble back and forth, making him lose his balance and go toppling over you.

Your back had hit the ground, your head also smashing the gym floors pretty hard. Your lips also hurt... he must've headbutted you, or his hair jabbed you.

When you opened your eyes, you were face-to-face. No, closer than that. He had fallen right on you - his lips smashing into your own.

Both of you stared, wide-eyed as your lips continued to connect. This was a really bad kiss.

Suddenly, he tore his head away, thrashing and yelling his head off. His face was red, his eyes pointed and angry, and he was trying to turn his head away from looking at you beneath him.

The class stared, mouths agape as they watched Bakugo curse everyone out, threatening to end their bloodlines and such if this ever got out.

"... that wasn't the plan." Aizawa grunted, unwrapping the both of you and letting the two of you stand up and dust yourselves off. "Go back and train."

The class began to watch the both of you, no longer focused on their training anymore. They occasionally sparred, but it was more of a watching the two of you thing.

Your face, red and flustered, was still in the shade of thinking about that moment. Bakugo's was flushed in anger. You were pretty sure.

You put your shaky hands back up again, ready to defend his attacks thay he was supposed to dish out. However, he was pissed.

His blows and hits were much harder than before, occasionally knocking you back onto the ground. And, it was winter, so it was supposed to take him longer to get to this level, but instead, his anger already brought him up to it.

Yeah, it's safe to say he was angry.

You didn't want to say anything, but jesus, he was hitting you with all of his frustration.

"...I think that was Kaachan's first kiss. He's never been romantically inclined with anyone in his life." Midoriya's muttering from his spot beside you caught you off guard. You didn't mean to hear his muttering to himself, but you couldn't help it.

you were his first kiss? No wonder he was more angry than usual.