You hadn’t talked to Bakugo much if at all this year even after having to move into the UA dorms. The only times he’d addressed you, at least indirectly, was when he would tell the class to die. Those sentiments kept you from talking to him, or even being within the same vicinity of him.

But today when you were the only one around at the dorms since everyone else was out doing errands or hero studies, he’d grabbed you, practically dragging you by the back of the shirt, saying that the two of you were going to the gym to spar. He said he needed someone to practice against, even if you weren’t ideal for that. Ouch.

So now here you were. At the gym on your day off as Bakugo stood in front of you. He wasn’t even breaking a sweat after what felt like hundreds of sparring rounds.

“Come at me again dumbass, fight me with all you’ve got and don’t hold back!”