Playing “Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus

Bakugo sat next to his classmates, feeling out of place as he leaned against the bench he sat at. His dumb idiot classmates dragged him out of the dorm, saying he needed to get out more. He quietly watched his classmates run all over the place with a sour expression on his face until he saw you.

Katsuki watched you as you walked with some upperclassman he didn’t know. You were a third year, so he never really really knew you but he always admired you. He watched you at the sports festival, and you blew him away. Every single one of your hits connected, and they were all so solidly thought out. You weren’t weak either, you seemed almost as strong as him. And don’t get him started on your quirk.

He watched you letting a quiet exhale out, he never even had a chance with you. You didn’t know who he was and you didn’t give a damn about him. you two suddenly made eye contact, his heart increasingly picked up. what the fuck is happening to him.

he saw her as she walked over, he felt his lip start to shake. he told himself to stop, it was difficult however. Trying to not be nervous when someone you admired was walking towards you?

you stoped in front of him and he looked up at you.

“hi, bakugo right?” you asked him

“yeah, what do you want,” he asked back, in his normal aggressive voice. he may’ve had his usual aggressive look on his face but on the inside he was freaking out. how do you know who he is? and why do you give a damn?

“oh right um, this might sound weird but i have two iron maiden. come with friday?” you asked. Katsuki felt his head stop working, as if he world stoped spinning. He stayed quiet for a moment.

“sure, only because i have nothing to do.” he said looking away from you, his hand covering his mouth as he rested against it