Why Him? (One-Shot)

Bakugou x OC

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia or any of the characters. Yuna is my character though. This is rated M for extreme SEXUAL CONTENT and STRONG LANGUAGE bc you know it's Bakugou. If you want to keep the characters as innocently as possible in your head, or if you feel you'll be easily offended then please turn around noooow! You've been warned!

A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back-ish! This was suppose to be a One Shot but it turned out to be way, way, waaay longer than I had planned. I've actually been working on this for over a year now, trying to figure out how I wanted it to go and adding/changing some things here and there. I was having to stop to really think on how each character would react to certain situations, so I could try to keep everyone in character. If they're a bit out of character I apologize, but I tried my best. (Brace yourself, my author's note is pretty long but if you don't want to read any of this, feel free just go on to read the story :D)

I had a bit of a hard time trying to keep Todoroki in character, he's so emotionless it's hard to picture how he would react in some situations. I haven't been in this fandom long when writing this honestly, so I was still getting to know the characters and their personalities. My favorite character right off the bat was Bakugou, bc I could relate to him on an extremely personal level. Though at first I didn't really like him for the fact that he told Midoriya to go kill himself. As the show continued I started understanding a lot more, but still thought he was a douche bag but he grew on me when I seen how much we related.

Bakugou actually reminded me of my younger self. I was a lot like him when I was going through my bipolar phase throughout my teenage years. Short fuse, always angry and mean, explosive temper, quick to start fights and stir up trouble, and extremely violent outbursts. I was a loner (by choice), very insecure, dressed like a punk, didn't trust nor like anyone (hell I didn't like myself half the time), I was always exercising, very competitive I always wanted to be the best, I was gifted and talented, I had a bit of superiority complex (but not anywhere near as bad as Bakugou's), and I HATED being underestimated or looked down on. I still don't, but I see it as a challenge now to prove them wrong.

I never was big or muscular I was pretty thin honestly, but I was fit and I had always enjoyed wrestling and boxing and playing sports. I could to hold my own in a fight which surprised a lot of people bc I was so small and frail looking. Even though I hated be looked down on, I always enjoyed the looks people would sometimes express when they saw they had underestimated me.

I had one friend, my best friend, that had managed to get through my defense and break down my walls. Like Kirishima managed to do with Bakugou, she was my Kirishima. I don't see how she put up with me, bc I was mean as hell to her and was always yelling at her for any stupid little thing. She had told me once before since I asked her why she was even still around after all the shit I put her through. She said that even though it hurt her, she knew it wasn't really me that it was the bipolar taking over. She also wanted to be my friend since the whole school hated my guts, and she didn't want me to feel alone.

That hit me hard, it made me feel like the most shittiest person on earth and it made me begin to appreciate her friendship a little more since she understood where I was coming from and cared more than I had thought. I started seeing her as a friend and stopped trying to push her away. Instead, I became severely overprotective and possessive of her, which wasn't really a good thing since I ran most of her other friends off. I didn't want to risk losing her or sharing her in any way. Besides my mom, my best friend was the only one who actually took the time to understand me, and she was one of my main supporters.

Sadly she's dead and gone now, she was murdered a few years ago. That's why I haven't updated anything and been gone for a long time. I haven't had another friend or been the same since then. I've refused to get close to anyone enough to even make another friend, I honestly feel I failed in my friendship with her. I did nothing but give her hell and made her cry all the time. The last thing I said to her before she died was horrible.

We were fighting (well I was the one fighting she was trying to reason with me) and I screamed at her that I wished she was dead and well it happened. Be careful what you wish for or even say, bc you never know if it will be your last moments together...

I haven't gotten over it, probably never will. Now it just feels like a part of me is gone, and I'm all alone again living with this huge regret in my heart. Eventually I mellowed out of my self-destructive ways after having my son. I wanted to change for him. I wanted to be a good mom and role model, and honestly he gave me a reason to want to live again. He helped open my eyes to so many wrong things in my life. I'm a completely different person than I use to be, you'd be surprised how much I've changed if you knew me.

I was heading down a dark path, I'm honestly shocked I'm not either dead or in prison. I guess I've finally grew up and matured after becoming a mom. I just wish my best friend could've gotten to see this side of me and gotten to meet my son. I also wish I wasn't so mean to her when she was alive. She was the sweetest soul I've ever met but completely different from me.

She was always so happy and goofy (which annoyed me back then). She was the completeopposite of me in every way. She was tall, I was short. She had short brown hair, I had long blonde hair. She was friendly, I was mean. She smiled, I glared. She was always happy and cheerful, I was always angry and hateful. She laughed and smiled all the time, I had a permeate resting bitch face. She was a cheerleader, I was a boxer. She was never in trouble, I was always in trouble. She was a pacifist, I was a fighter. She liked pop music, I liked death metal. She was preppy, I was goth-punk. She wore no makeup, I wore heavy makeup. She was popular, I was hated. She had dark brown eyes, I had bright green eyes. She was the light, I was the dark.

Everyone always wondered how we were friends, best friends at that. I know my son would've loved her as much as I did, and still do. I miss her so damn much. I often imagine what could've been if she was still here :'(

Anyways.

I have other one shot ideas for my OC and Bakugou. I usually write Yuna in most of my fanfictions for each anime show I like, but I'm on a Bakugou kick right now so I'll probably be writing with him for a bit.

I kind of try to adapt her into the show somehow, so her background may be a bit different from my other stories. I don't know when they will get posted, but I'll upload them as quickly as I can. I'm having to juggle college, work, and a lot of doctor appointments with my son having a heart defect. He's getting ready to have his third open-heart surgery this summer, too. Hopefully this will be his last one. If for whatever reason these surgeries don't fix his heart defect, he'll have to have a heart transplant. I'm hoping it doesn't come down to that.

Being a single mom, especially a heart mom, is ruff. Just bare with me, I'm trying. I'm sorry about the long author's note I just needed to get this off my chest. I don't have any one to talk to these days so opening up like this kinda helped me feel better just getting it all out. Seeing Bakugou and Kirishima's friendship made me think of my friendship with her, and a lot of flashbacks and memories came with it. A lot of regrets.

Also, if you're curious about what Yuna looks like I drew the cover picture of her with Bakugou and Todoroki, and her information is on my profile but I'll upload it in the next chapter to save you the trouble. I've had a lot of people tell me she looks like Lucy Heartfilia from Fairy Tail with blue eyes instead of brown and normal-sized breasts, so there's that. I made her on IMVU, that's how I make all of my Ocs. Anyways, I'll let you get on to the story. Much love and I hope you enjoy. 3