Don't Worry You Will – lovelytheband
Wren cracked her eye open. Through her blurry vision she could see a figure huddled beside her on the bed. Her alarm was incessant. Groaning she closed her eyes, laying over and feeling for her phone. When the phone was finally silenced, she laid there staring at the figure.
Bakugo was still fast asleep. Wren traced the curves of his face with her eyes. He seemed so childlike. A person's sleeping face is so unguarded. "Wake up."
Wren's voice died in the semi darkness. Her words not even producing an echo. Her throat stung from screaming at him last night. Feeling guilty she now turned pouty puffing her cheeks out. "Wake up Katsuki!" Wren said louder this time shoving him. When he still barely moved, she shoved him harder, causing him to tumble off the bed. "What the fuck?!" Wren quickly pretended to be sleeping. Fighting the urge to giggle. Bakugo got suddenly quiet.
Wren opened her eyes just enough to see him. He stood at the edge of the bed. Messy hair. Crumpled shirt. Eyes heavy with sleep. His gaze was intense as he looked over her. Reaching out his finger tips feather light as he smoothed her hair down. "Wren. It's time to get up, asshole. I know you pushed me out of the bed." His voice was husky. Wren bit her lip opening her eyes, fighting a smile. His hand still hovering over her head.
Wren sat up scooching to the edge of the bed. Bakugo skin still radiating heat. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, his hand pressing into the back of her head. Wren's cold nose brushed against his warm torso and she melted into his warmth. Pressing her cheek to his stomach. They stayed like that as the sun broke over the horizon. Wren's second alarm began to chirp at her. No morning run today.
"Go get dressed Katsuki." Wren pulled away, gently pushing him towards the door. He left without a word or second glance. She closed the door, slowly sliding down the cool wood of the door.
The ride to the venue Wren was silent. Aizawa was adamant about her staying basically attached to his hip. She stayed in a dream like trance listening to her classmates' banter. Tension was rolling off them all in the form of talking and laughter. It was endlessly admirable the way they kept pushing forward.
Go beyond Plus Ultra right?
"Wren." Bakugo flicked her forehead, snapping her out of her daze. "Ow." Looking around there were tons of students. They had made it. Wren was certain she was more nervous for them then they were for themselves. It killed her she couldn't join them. She saw Ms. Joke messing with her brother. Some students from Shiketsu High were speaking to their group.
"Is this little Wren, Shota? You didn't tell me she was amongst the famous class 1-A." Wren stepped back from Ms. Joke stepping just off the edge of the curb throwing her off balance. Katsuki wrapped an arm around her waist raising his voice and grabbing everyone's attention. "Oi, pay attention and stop acting like a nervous wreck. Idiot. We'll be fine." Bakugo kept his arm firmly around her waist. Wren righted herself addressing Ms. Joke. "I already have a provisional license, so thankfully for your students I won't be participating." Wren wasn't sure where the cocky talk was coming from, but she followed the feeling through with a steady gaze. Ms. Joke laughed wiping tears from her eyes. "Humble as ever Wren." The blue haired girl patted Wren's head affectionately lingering a few moments. Wren felt Bakugo's grip tighten a little on her waist.
In the hallway Wren stood seeing her classmates off. "Good luck everyone." Ochaco and Tsuyu. Momo. They all lamented her not joining them. Wren felt conflicted. Did they care? Or was it just a happy little lie?
Who was she to matter? What had she ever done to deserve existing?
Aizawa stood directly behind her. He couldn't just leave her alone. If she did anything it could put everyone's license chance at risk. So she hugged her friends a little tighter and watched them go. Bakugo hung back standing in front of her. "Quit crying, you cry baby." Wren touched her face. There was no wetness or tears. "I'm not crying?" Bakugo pulled her into a hug. Squeezing her so tight she almost felt the need to cry out in pain. "You've got this Katsuki." She found herself saying, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Alright break it up. Come on Wren. Bakugo needs to get going."
Up in the stands Ms. Joke wasted no time in finding them and sitting right next to Wren. Now stuck between them Wren contemplated alternative scenarios, possible mutilation. "You didn't tell them?" Wren perked up at Ms. Joke's apparent distress. Her brother droned his reasoning, but Wren wasn't listening. She watched the battle field come to life. All eyes and all force focused on UA. The pit in her stomach grew as her eyes scanned the terrain for Bakugo. She spotted Deku and Ochaco. They were trying to stick together.
Wren subconsciously clasped her hands together.
Round one was grueling and long. It took until the very end for friends to get by, Wren now standing searched for Bakugo spotting him just as he turned into a fleshy blob. Her blood ran cold as the scene unfolded. Tunnel vision on the bridge. She refused to relax until she finally saw Bakugo and Kirishima pop back into shape.
She could kiss Kaminari and the other two boys for their fast thinking.
At the end of the first round Wren collapsed back into her seat, "You're going to die early like that." Ms. Joke laughed. Wren growled watching the small box everyone was now in. The box/room collapsed open after a giant quake.
Disaster training, of course. After the recent events and how much chaos was abound it made sense for the provisional license heroes to focus their efforts on lowering casualties. Wren bit her lip. "Katsuki is going to suck so hard at this." Aizawa and Ms. Joke turned to her. "Ohhhh on a first name basis are we little Wren. Shota, seems your sister's smitten…" Ms. Joke pressed her fingers to her mouth in attempts to suppress her laughter, "Like a kitten." She burst out in giggles.
Wren stood, searching the sea of wreckage for the spikey haired jerk. By this point the Pro Hero Orca had appeared, she assumed he was acting as a villain? Who knows. Todoroki and that one obnoxious guy from earlier appeared. She saw Deku helping retreating victims. Everyone seemed to be doing fairly well… that is until Todoroki and that guy.. what was his name? One of the other school's students. They almost hurt one of their own. Wren glared. She felt disgust well in her heart. She hadn't spoken to Todoroki often but she couldn't help the disappointment she felt.
"Wren. Pay attention." Aizawa swung a hand in front of her face. Looking around it seemed the battle was over. "What.. What happened just now?" Wren blinked. Dots dancing in front of her eyes. There was an intense smell of oranges. The world folded sideways. Neat and precise. She didn't even feel the concrete hit her face or hear her brother's words. Only one sound reverberated in her skull like a thousand electroshocks.
I'm dying.