Chapter Three

Bakugo was pounding on my door rapidly. If he did it anymore he'd break it.

I quickly dry myself and put on the assigned uniform they gave me. Red, white, and blue. Like Deku's and the rest of them.

I open the door slightly to see Bakugo's face all red and mad like a raging bull's.

"YOU BITCH! NOBODY BEATS ME! NOT EVEN A USED-TO-BE VILLAIN LIKE YOU!"
He screams.

I can't help but laugh at him.

"Aww. Poor Bakugo. Still mad because I beat you ass in class, I take it?"

"WHY YOU LITTLE- "

He opens my door quickly and gets on top of me, putting his hand on my throat.

I choke. I try to breathe but nothing comes out.

"LIKE THAT, HUH?!" He sneers, his face and hands sweaty.

I took it that the sweat helped his quirk. Explosion.

"I've been held like this before in a hero match. Of course, it was facts that I won." I choke my words out as his grip on my neck hardens.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU GET! IT'S PAYBACK FROM BATTLE CLASS, YOU BITCH!"
I felt his hands about to explode their power on me, if not for my fingertips and their sensors.

In in the few seconds I do this, his grip on me loosens as he collapses onto the floor in pain.
Not as good as my eyes. But could still do some damage.

"AAAAAAGH! WHAT- WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO ME, WOMAN?"
Bakugo screams out, writhing in pain.

"I paralyzed you with my fingers, dumbass." I roll my eyes. "Pressure points and hand to hand combat I specialize in. For U-A's champion at the Sports Festival you sure don't analyze what you're up against."

"Pain Frenzy. My quirk enables me to look at a foe and cause direct pain all over their body, Bakugo. I can control how much pain you feel and can cause pain in my hand sensors." I point to the sensors on my fingers."

"GODDAMNIT, KIMURA! GET ME OUT OF THIS NOW SO I CAN HURT YOU!"
Bakugo screams at me.
"Not if you're going to hurt me, no."

"FINE! JUST GET ME OUT OF THIS RIGHT NOW!" Bakugo looks at me, his red eyes full of anger and venom.

"Alright." I say, getting closer to him. He bites at me as I get close, but I ignore it as I press one of his pressure points on his arm, getting him free of paralysis.

Bakugo gasps for breath as he still lay on my floor, putting his hands in his blonde spiky hair.

I stand up, rolling my eyes and putting my hair down into a bun.
"Are you done with your tantrum, little diaper baby?"

He growls at me.
"NO! DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT OR I'LL BLAST YOU ALL THE WAY TO HELL!"

I chuckle.
"You sure are cute when you're mad."

"I'M NOT CUTE!" Bakugo screams at my face, his breath heaving and slowing.

I sit myself down onto my red carpeted floor right next to him, and he turns his gaze to me with a hard glare from his red eyes.

"Yeah. You are. I know it."

This boy was complicated. Extremely so.

"How can a dude like me be cute, huh?!" He snaps.

"Because so much about you is uncertain."

"What do you mean by that?!" He asks me as I lay on my back, focusing on the ceiling.

"You don't think I notice how angry you are when you are compared to sniffling Deku? How you get mad when something does not go your way?" I say, smiling a bit.

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO NICE, WOMAN?!" He yells, grasping my wrist hard.

"Oh." I chuckle. "I'm not nice. Not at all. I can be when I desire to."

I put my hands through his hair. He grabs my wrists with both of his hands.
"DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. THIS DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE PALS, ASSHOLE."

"I believe it means you like me, Bakugo."

He looks at me, shocked beyond compare, his face turning red.
"THE FUCK? WHY WOULD I LIKE YOU? A VILLAIN TURNED HERO WANNABE?!"

"You'll see soon enough. When I kick your ass on the fields even more."

He stands up and punches me hard in the face. I manage to hold myself up, spitting out a bit of blood.
A bit sore, but okay.

"YOU'RE ON, KIMURA! YOU'RE ON!" He shouts as he leaves my door, laughing.
"I'M GOING TO ROAST YOUR ASS SOONER OR LATER, KIMURA! JUST YOU WAIT!"

All Might looks at me as he enters my room to see it a bit messy from where Bakugo punched me.
"I see you are getting along quite well with Bakugo."

I look at him and flare my nostrils.
"Tch. More like me beating his ass, per say."

He pulls out a seat and sits as I sit across from him.
"I heard you took him down in Battle Class today. That would be unexpected for an experienced youth such as yourself being able to do that, for he has good experience too. How are you adjusting today?"

I smile slightly.
"Nice decoration on my room. Classes are boring but I make do with it. Everything's going… okay for the most part."
I didn't like being here at all. But I couldn't ignore our agreement either and just go.

"Good, good. I'm glad to see a new addition to the heroes is getting acquainted here in UA. Your new modified suit will be here Friday, so I suggest you follow up on that. Otherwise…" He held up my chains.

I groan. Again, with the chains? If I was to be on the heroes side I needed to be trusted.

"I'm here to take you somewhere of my choosing!" He smiled greatly.

Again with the smile. The phony cheesy smile I despised.

"What on Earth do you mean, sir?" I say. "I don't do places."

"Oh, hush now, Kimura! You need something to shake up your bones! Get you moving on your own!"

"Don't we have the Gym for that?" I say, fiddling with a curl that fell out of place from my hair.

"Yes, but I want to see more of your potential."

What more potential did this man need from me? Did I need to beat a teacher's ass or something?

"I assure you, what you saw in Gym was a bit of it. But I want to rest. To think about this, you know. I've only been here a day and you're putting too much pressure on top of my shoulders."

"Exactly! Which is why- "He smiled again. "You're going to beat me in a battle tomorrow after sundown! I want to see if you're fit for this hero course so we can go ahead and get your license. But for now, dinner is awaiting us, young teen!"

I shrugged as he cuffed me up in my chains, ushering me out the door as he stood grasping them firmly behind me.

Dinner… This will take my mind off things…. Hopefully.