Who would have thought that aizawa and vlad king’s simple decision was the beginning of a huge tension between Class 3-A and Class 3-B. You and bakugou only met during second year of UA where he was partnered up with you for a training program. Your fiery personality definitely did not go well with his explosive personality. The two of you became mortal enemies. You’re currently third years as of now, and still enemies. With a twist.

Your little petty fights throughout the year slowly drove you two closer. To the point you actually became one of the people that gets to talk to bakugou the most. Even if its just for trashtalk. Bakugou was in the workshop fixing his own gauntlets while wearing a black tank top. Sweat dripping from his body. You entered with your own gauntlets and slammed them on the table next to him. Yapping about your win on a recent match.

“You should be addicted to shutting up.” Bakugou hissed out and walked closer to you with a scowl.

“Tch, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.” You sat on the table and used your legs to push him away.

“So what if i do..?” He lowers his voice and places a hand on the table, the other hand on your thigh as he moves closer.

You turned bright red as your breath hitched. The smell of his caramel and smokey scented sweat filling your nostrils at his close proximity. You stayed still as his sweat dripped on your thighs, his body’s heat radiating on yours as you tried to keep yourself calm. You placed a hand on top of the hand he had on your thigh. He would have been the hottest man on earth if he wasn’t such an asshole and a pain in your ass.