Author's Note (Important!)
Letting everyone know, I do not feel comfortable writing about a bunch of high schoolers, so I am changing everyone's age.
All of the characters will be ages 18 years old-21 years old.
U. A. is not a high school anymore, it is now a college.
When referencing Nezu he will no longer be "the principal", he will now be the president of U.A. College. So if you ever see "the president" anywhere, I am referring to Nezu.
This story will have strong languages and possibly mature scenes not suitable for young readers.
Thank you everyone! Enjoy the fourth chapter!
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Summary: She is a force to be reckoned with, a ticking time bomb of destruction. Everything she touches can and will be destroyed. But...how is that possible if she doesn't have a quirk? Katsuki Bakugo x OC
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Nami checked the time on her phone.
She had about three minutes before she missed the train.
Yesterday's class had taken a lot out of her, she didn't mean to sleep so late.
Gripping her belongings tighter she started to sprint, she was only one block away from the train station.
Thankfully, when she reached the station platform, the train had only just arrived.
Once the sliding doors opened, she stepped in. Nami welcomed the cool air conditioning, happy to be out of the scorching heat.
There was an open seat right by the window, which Nami happily claimed.
As the train began to move, heading towards its next destination, Nami stared out of the window, letting her thoughts overtake her.
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Nami walked out of the chalk circle, feeling triumphant.
Bakugō scoffed, but quickly set his gaze on Deku. He looked like he was going to wet himself.
Bakugō of course took pleasure in that and began to taunt him.
Midoriya threw the ball, which landed at 46 meters. He looked utterly surprised by such a low number.
Aizawa explained how he temporarily erased Midoriya's quirk, claiming that he saw how unstable he was at the entrance exam.
It was then revealed that Aizawa was the pro hero Eraserhead, having the ability to erase anyone's quirk so long as he doesn't blink.
He didn't trust Midoriya to not destroy himself. Even if he used his quirk to do something as simple as toss a ball.
Nami, of course since she had not attended the entrance exam, had no idea as to what the professor was referencing.
Aizawa's scolding to Midoriya felt personal, especially when he told Midoriya he couldn't become a pro hero with his power.
Aizawa definitely ate his words.
As Midoriya reeled his arm back, getting ready to throw the baseball, he channeled his power into his index finger, thus breaking it, but making an astounding 705.2 meters; the same score as Bakugō.
Nami was surprised that when Izuku used his quirk, his body became injured.
"It must've been worse at the exam." Nami thought as she watched Midoriya cradle his injured hand to his chest.
Nami felt warm, a pulsating heat hitting her back. She turned around.
Bakugō had murder in his eyes.
He charged at Izuku, looking for blood, but thankfully the professor restrained Bakugō before he killed poor Izuku.
After that, the professor announced how he had been lying about expelling a student the entire time, his intentions wanting them to have given it their all.
His reveal both angered and relieved class 1-A.
After Aizawa dismissed them, Nami couldn't help but keep her focus on Bakugō.
He was the only one on the grounds, aside from her of course. He was lost in his own thoughts and Nami had never seen such a loathsome look in her life.
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"I wonder why he hates him so much." Nami pondered to herself, staring at the trees whizzing by.
"Probably because Izuku had gotten the exact same scoring as him."
That man was so self centered. It was disgusting.
"...ck up."
Iida was right. It really was a mystery as to how such an evil man got accepted into the hero course.
"...uck up."
Then again, Nami was in his class as well...
"ARE YOU DEAF OR WHAT?"
Blinking out of her thoughts Nami was nose to nose with the devil himself.
"Get the fuck up! You're in my seat!"
Bakugō's intense anger radiated thick. The bystanders on the train moved as far away from the duo as humanly possible.
"There's another window seat right there." Nami emotionlessly stated, pointing a gloved finger to the other side of the train.
Bakugō was not pleased.
"That seat is my seat. Get your quirkless ass out of it." Bakugō had poison dripping off of each word.
Feeling brave, Nami didn't budge.
"Make me jerk."
Bakugō was taken aback. He in no way expected this worthless girl to stand up to him.
No one talks back to Katsuki Bakugō.
The fact that this piece of garbage was so calm, so unflinching, so unemotional pissed him off even more.
Bakugō grabbed Nami by the front of her uniform collar.
"You think you're better than me bitch?"
Smoke started to rise from his clenched hand. His grip on her uniform tightened.
"You think because you're in the hero course you're all that? Let me tell you," he brought her closer, Nami's poker face still holding strong, "you're absolutely nothing. Die."
Bakugō's free hand ignited.
Using all of her strength, Nami ducked down as fast as she could, tearing her uniform shirt in the process.
His fire blast missed Nami by a hair.
Unfortunately, the fire blast didn't miss the wall behind her.
The train shook.
The wall was now greatly damaged. A gigantic hole, still blazing hot from the blast, revealed the conductor red with rage on the other side.
From her crouched position, Nami punched Bakugō in his balls. Hard.
He fell down with a painful thud.
The train halted with a violent stop.
"BRATS!" The conductor screamed, leaning out of the hole Bakugō created.
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Nami and Bakugō watched the train hastily leave the platform.
Of course they were kicked off.
"I can't believe you nearly killed me over a window seat." Nami said, beyond unamused.
"If you had just gotten the fuck up we would've still been on the damn train and not fucking late to class!" Bakugō yelled, fire nearly spitting from his mouth.
Nami stared off where the train disappeared, then looked down at her now destroyed uniform collar, then at Bakugō who was going off about how useless she was and how the blast should've fried her.
That was the last straw.
"You are the rudest, meanest, nastiest man-child I have ever had the misfortune of meeting."
Nami had a hard time controlling her voice from shaking with anger.
Thunder started to sound over head.
Did the weather forecast say it was going to rain?
"If you were actually as high and mighty as you think, then you would've been recommended. But you weren't though, because you're not, because someone saw more potential in me; a quirkless woman, than they saw in a rotten man like you!"
That struck a nerve.
Bakugō pushed Nami with a ferocious roar.
Blinded by his anger, he didn't realize how much force his push had.
Nami summer-salted backwards on the platform until she reached the edge and fell down onto the tracks.
Nami laid there on the train tracks, willing her head to stop spinning.
She propped herself up on her elbows. Everywhere hurt.
When she attempted to get up, she let out a yelp; her ankle was sprained.
"It must've been how I landed…" Nami cursed at herself. She knew better than this. She's always been so good at controlling her feelings.
Bakugō just has a way of getting under her skin. She hates him for it.
A loud horn cut through the air.
The next train was coming fast down the tracks and straight at Nami.
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Bakugō was shaking with anger.
How is it a weakling like her was recommended instead of him?
It didn't make any sense.
It pissed him off.
He refused to admit how much her words stung.
That bitch bothers the fuck out of him. He hates her for it.
He turned away and began stomping towards the exit.
Fuck her. Fuck everything about her. Fuck her stupid face and her fucking stupid prissy attitude and her fuc-
A loud horn cut through the air like a knife.
Bakugō paused.
Wait a minute...where the fuck did she go?
Bakugō turned around and scanned the train station platform.
She wasn't anywhere in sight.
Bakugō heard a small yelp. He scanned the area left and right, but the platform was barren.
The train horn blared loudly again.
He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
"You have to be fucking kidding me…"
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She was too low to the ground to hoist herself up back on to the platform.
Her ankle throbbed with almost unbearable pain.
The train was charging at Nami like a bat out of hell.
Nami was a sitting duck.
"I'm going to die."
Should she be scared?
Was Nami scared?
The train horn blared loudly again.
Yes. Nami was terrified.
Unblinkingly, Nami stared death straight in the face.
The train came closer and closer and closer and closer.
But then...the unthinkable happened.
Bakugō...mean, selfish, horrible Bakugō...saved...her?
He swooped down faster than lightning.
Not missing a beat, Bakugō scooped Nami up in his arms and flipped them into the safety of the air.
The train continued to zoom on by with no intention of stopping.
Nami flung her arms around Bakugō's neck and hid her face, refusing to look down out of fear of imagining what might've been.
Bakugō remained in the air, one arm having a tight hold on Nami, the other jetting a flame out of his open palm.
He waited until the train was out of sight before descending to the ground.
Once they were landed, Nami forced herself to cease her hiding.
Looking up at Bakugō she saw he wasn't even paying her any mind.
Instead, he was glaring off into the distance where the train had departed, seemingly lost in thought.
"I...I thought you wanted me dead?"
Bakugō directed his glare at Nami.
"I'm not a villain."
Nami stared at him for a moment before looking away.
"I think my ankle-"
"Shut up."
With Nami still in his arms, Bakugō walked to the exit.
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U. A. College was thankfully less than a thirty minute walk from the train station they were dumped at.
The walk wasn't long...but that didn't make it any less awkward.
Nami was uncomfortably aware of Bakugō's hands on her body.
He could set her on fire any moment he desired. She felt helpless.
But…
Bakugō scooped Nami up in his arms and flipped them into the safety of the air.
No.
If he truly wanted her disposed of, he would've walked away.
Nami dared a glance up at him.
Bakugō's expression was in a seemingly permanent scowl, his eyes intently focused straight ahead.
Nami opened her mouth, about to attempt conversation, but Bakugō cut her off before she could get a word out.
"Just because I saved your sorry excuse of a life doesn't mean we have to hold hands and fucking be pals." He didn't even bother to look at her.
So much for that.
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After what felt like hours, they finally arrived on campus.
Picking up his pace, Bakugō made his way to the medical center.
He'd be damned if anyone saw him bridal carrying this pathetic loser.
Once they reached Recovery Girl's office, Bakugō kicked open the door.
"Goodness! That's one rude way to make an entrance." The nurse huffed, not pleased that someone would be so uncaring towards school property.
"Sprained ankle. She's your damn problem now."
Bakugō threw Nami on one of the infirmary beds.
"I'll go get a brace." The nurse sighed and left the room.
Bakugō turned to leave, very fed up with the whole situation.
"I'm sorry."
Bakugō paused.
"I'm sorry for everything I said," Nami continued, "I'm sorry for doubting you."
Nami's gloved hands tightly gripped the bed sheets under her.
Nami was happy Bakugō had his back to her. This was humiliating enough as it is.
Even so, she had to say all of this to him. She felt guilty.
"I honestly expected you to leave me. I thought I was going to...you're my classmate and for a moment I forgot that we're both on the same side, despite our differences."
Now for the hard part.
"Katsuki...thank you."
He stood there for a moment, his back still to her.
Silently, he left Recovery Girl's office.
Never once looking back.
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Kirishima smirked devilishly at his friend when he walked into class finally.
"Bakugō," he called to his friend in a sing song voice, "you're awfully late. Any particular reason why?"
Bakugō pulled his chair back loudly, ignoring him.
He was already very agitated.
Kirishima took no notice and continued on, "Rumor has it you and Hōjō were seen dancing around campus together like a couple of love birds."
"WHAT?! I WAS CARRYING HER TO THE NURSE!" Bakugō yelled defensively, he already felt a vein forming on his temple.
"So you were with her this whole time." Kaminari chimed in, grinning widely.
Bakugō couldn't believe he actually fell for that fucking crap.
"Boy, you had us fooled with the whole burning her gym clothes thing." Kirishima laughed, which made Bakugō even more pissed.
Seeing Bakugō's death glare, he laughed even harder.
"Yeah," Kaminari laughed along with him, "and to think you were calling her Midoriya's girlfriend."
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
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End of chapter four!
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