Disclaimer: I do not own BNHA, obviously, or I wouldn't be writing this. I do however, own my OC.

Today was the day, I mused internally, as I walked up to my designated bus, following the other middle school hopefuls who wanted to attend the infamous U.A. High. After climbing up the stairs into the vehicle, I found myself walking towards the back. As I did so, Rebecca Black's notorious Friday rang in my head with the lyrics, "Which seat can I take?" fleeting across my mind. My lips twitched upwards as I sang along to the song in my head.

This came to an end rather quick when I caught sight of a handsome blonde male, staring out the window with a pissy look on his face. I quirked an eyebrow at him as my feet lead me to the seat across from his. After settling down into the small space, my eyes found their way back to the blonde seated across from me. A small smirk found its way onto my face as I gazed at his muscles through his form-fitting tank top openly.

This one is really attractive, I thought, humming to myself in acknowledgement as the bus started moving to the battle center.

His face was chiseled, and he had such a sharp bone structure that most boys wouldn't acquire until adulthood, or at all. To add to this, he had muscles in all the right places it seemed, or at least from where my eyes could reach. As far as good genes go, this guy really hit the jackpot. Just from looking at him, I could tell he was physically strong. But what stood out the most was his aura. It practically just screamed that he was here to win, if his hard gaze was any indication.

"Totally my type," I breathed lowly, licking my lips in anticipation.

He seemed to feel my gaze on him, as he turned his upper body in my direction, locking his eyes with me in a heated glare. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He snarled, narrowing his red eyes at my blue ones.

"You," I stated, clear as day.

His left eye twitched at that, his face looking more sour than before. "No fucking shit," he said, feeling his irritation rise. "Why the fuck are you looking at me?"

I moved a few strands of my dark brown hair behind my ear casually. "Because you're hot," I answered plainly.

He paused at my reply, mouth slightly agape. I gathered quite easily from his expression that he did not expect me to say something like that.

I stared up at him, amused, and in turn, he tensed.

A moment passed, and we stared at each other for a few seconds more. Chatters of the other examinees in the bus lingered in the air, filling the silence between us.

Realizing he had yet to retort, he glared at me with something akin to distaste, and promptly concluded, "You're really annoying."

"I feel like we should be sitting together if we're going to keep talking," I said, ignoring his previous statement.

The blonde grit his teeth and dug his fingernails into his palms. "If it wasn't against the rules, I would have shut you up the second you started eye-balling me," he bit out.

I opened my mouth to reply, but he quickly added with a grunt, "Don't fucking push your luck."

I sighed at that, but kept my mouth shut, mentally raising the white flag at him.

Reading my silence as a form of my surrender, he turned his gaze back to the window looking twice as grumpy than he was originally.

Slumping into my seat, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bag of almonds. Munching on them silently, I looked out the window trying to discern our location. It wasn't long before we reached our destination, the bus eventually pulling to a stop outside of the presumed exam center. I glanced down at the bag of almonds in my lap, hoping that I had enough energy to use my quirk efficiently.

Or at the very least, enough to pass.

As the other examinees started piling out of the bus, I pulled out a small five hour energy shot and took it in one gulp. Wiping my mouth with my sleeve, I stood up from the small seating space and followed the blonde male out of the vehicle. I trailed behind him, not really paying attention to the other examinees as we moved towards the front of the crowd.

He stopped abruptly, causing my face to collide into his back harshly. He then turned on his heel swiftly, staring down at me with agitation.

"What is your fucking deal?" he spat.

I rubbed my head at the point of impact, wincing at the dull throb as I tried to ease the pain with my touch. I moved my head upwards to meet his gaze, realizing during this action that he was taller than I thought he was. He was practically towering over me, giving me a classic "If looks could kill..." type of glare.

I tilted my head slightly and locked eyes with him once more, unaffected by his type of personality. "Care to elaborate?"

Had I not been so close to him, I would not have noticed a small vein protruding from his head. I believe this is the part where a normal person would abort the mission, but he was an interesting prospect, and one that might be worth pursuing.

At this point, it should be fairly obvious that I am a rather superficial person. I don't want to be a hero, nor do I have any desire "to go beyond" or "plus ultra", whatever any of that means. All I want is to live a comfortable life without having to worry about the recurring shitfest that is reality, or Japan, in my case.

Is that childish? Perhaps.

However, in this day and age, the world is quickly becoming more unsafe by the day. While there has been an influx in aspiring heroes due to All Might, likewise, there are just as many villains - possibly even more than that. We don't know their exact numbers, but they know ours - and that isn't a good thing.

So I needed to make a choice, just like everyone else.

Choice A: I could become a villain; my morals are a little on the lower side for an average person so it would be a decent fit. But, living a life on the run, or hiding until I'm caught doesn't sound like the kind of life I want to live.

Choice B: I could become a hero, or just get a simple job in heroics, like a desk job at a hero office. If I were to pursue this type of career, no matter the area I would end up in, I would make much more than the average civilian. Furthermore, I would also be surrounded by people who literally have a license to beat up and detain any wrong-doers. The downside - its dangerous, and a lot of work must be put in to get a career in this field.

Lastly, choice C: I could be a civilian, and just get caught up in the middle of it all. This one is the simplest choice, but I feel like if I were to pick this option, my life would be rather bland and boring. Furthermore, I would just be a sitting duck once shit hits the fan, uninformed on the situation just like the other civilians.

In short, choice B was my safest bet. Regrettably, I was going to have to work hard, but I wasn't planning on achieving my goal of living a lavish lifestyle by myself. I needed a partner. And said partner needed to be a man in heroics, preferably one who was going to be rich and successful. I mean, eventually I was going to have to get married, right?

Does that make me a gold-digger? Sure.

However, I wasn't planning on being manipulative about it. If I do plan on pursuing this guy, I will be upfront with him, and tell him about my plans. After all, he seemed like the type of guy who was aiming for the top. Didn't that mean he wanted a partner to stay at the top with? It would be difficult, and could take years to be one of the top ten heroes in the country. With that being said, it would be easier done in a team; a power couple. The media would probably be all over it, therefore, more fame and more money.

But, all of that would come later, after high school. So for now, I needed to find someone suitable - which brings us back to the present.

He inched closer menacingly, our chests lightly brushing each other. "Don't play dumb with me, bitch," he growled, "You're following me around."

Not bothered by our close proximity, I merely nodded at him, confirming his insinuation. Staring at his face once again, for the umpteenth time in the last half hour, I noticed his eyes were a brilliant shade of red. They had so much life swirling in them, but all of that was probably just stemming from how angry he appeared to be at this second.

"Your eyes are beautiful," I noted.

His jaw tightened. "Don't change the subject," he added gruffly.

My lips curled upwards. "I'm merely voicing my thoughts."

The blonde male's eyes narrowed with a sneer. "I get it," he said shortly, "You're trying to seduce me before the exam, thinking that I'm gonna let you leech off my points."

"I'm not going to leech off your points," I replied honestly. Lowering my voice a bit, I added with amusement, "But is the seducing working? I'm genuinely curious."

"Fuck no."

I put a hand on my heart mockingly and said, "Well that's a blow to my ego." I stepped back from him a little and analyzed him carefully. "Are you gay?"

His shoulders shook in anger, visibly about to pop his fuse. "I'm not fucking gay," he exclaimed loudly, catching the attention of the other examinees around us. Noticing this, he glared threateningly at them, causing the on-lookers to focus their attention elsewhere.

I bit my lip, resisting the urge to laugh at how funny his reaction was to my question. "Sure," I agreed lightly.

His hands started simmering with smoke, most likely from his quirk. The male stepped towards me once more, malicious intent radiating off him. "I can't decide whether you have balls, or if you're just dumb as fuck for messing with me," he snapped.

I shrugged at him. "I guess both."

He clicked his tongue in irritation. "Whatever," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, and turning away from me.

"Wait!" I said, raising my voice slightly so he could hear me. I moved to catch up to him. "Tell me your name."

"No," he ground out through gritted teeth, not even sparing me a look.

"If you tell me your name, I'll leave you alone," I said carefully, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

He stopped, seemingly weighing his options. He stood there for a few moments, before he turned around to look at me, skeptical of my proposition.

I raised my hands in defeat. "I promise."

At least until we get back on the bus.

Sharp eyebrows knitting together, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Bakugou Katsuki," he finally said, and continued on his way, away from me.

Grinning, I yelled after him, "Furuta Maaya!"

Bakugou kept walking, giving no indication as to whether he heard me or not.

Smirking at his retreating form, I crossed my arms in satisfaction.

I may have found my partner.

Author's Note:

Please let me know if Bakugou gets too OOC.

I hope you like my OC. I'm trying to make her different from all the other OC's on here. This story will be following canon, but, without giving anything away, I do plan on changing things up a bit.

See ya'll.