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UA highschool looked daunting in the early morning sun. Making its boxy shape gleam in the bright sparkling light, a beacon of safety for Tokyo. A promise for tomorrow.
I felt everything, but safe. I had to clench my fist just to stop them from shaking, my heart had descended into my stomach and I couldn’t stop my sleek black tail from swishing frantically behind me. I never thought I’d be here in the school for heros.
Taking a few deep breaths like I practised with my therapists, I muttered to myself “you can do this” and stalked into the school, faking a confident smirk. You know the saying: fake it till you make it? Well I was the walking poster child for it, I was painfully aware of my straight back as my tail pitched from one side to the other as I walked the clean white halls.
I diverted to the principal's office, my enrollment email had informed me to do as much and provided a map so I knew where I was going at least, stopping and asking for directions would send my anxiety through the roof. Since I was joining the class partway through the year, I had to undergo some extra assessments from the teachers to gauge where I was at, quirk wise. That didn’t bother me, I felt more comfortable being able to be in my body and less in my head. My quirk had changed me from birth, classified as a beast quirk. I looked simply like a cat girl, but since I was removed from my parents' care I’d discovered so much more about my quirk, and myself.
I have black cat ears, tails and claws. My feet were more angular than a regular person’s should be, which aided me in my athletics. I could jump at least 15 feet in the air twisting with the grace of a dancer to land on my feet, always. Dodging and climbing were second nature to me, and I enjoyed every minute of weight training. To be frank I liked anything that got me to focus on my precise movements instead of letting my mind wander to dead and buried pains.
Fighting was simple for me, easy.
Especially with heightened senses, I could feel when someone was going to leap at me, hear their breath intake before they released their quirk. Then it was a simple dodge and hit them in their weak spot.
What made me struggle and stutter was being in large groups of people, my therapist said it was overstimulating from anxiety and PTSD. I had thankfully avoided the school crowds by being homeschooled through online courses in the group home. I only had to meet with my teacher twice a week in person and usually it was at her smaller office. Even my judo teacher had a smaller class size of only five people. When I got in large crowds I could feel the energy of others pushing on me, making me feel overwhelmed and panicked. It was like 50 people humming different tunes and their energy would zap me like I was being cow prodded.
One more bonus from heightened senses, it could make something as mundane as a busy street become unbearable.
I didn’t even really apply for UA, though I did dream of being a hero when I was a little girl, but after everything that happened with my family, and then having to support myself at such a young age I didn’t think being a hero would be achievable. A week ago my focus was to work part time to eventually get a place that I actually owned and create a life for myself that focused on peace and being able to live with my quirk intrinsically. I earned as much.
But my judo teacher had a relationship with Shōta Aizawa aka Eraserhead, and one class he was sitting in the corner with his eyes closed and his black hair messy covering most of his face. I blissfully ignored him since it was a sparing day and I had always enjoyed a good fight. I was small compared to my classmates and many underestimated me due to my slim frame and cat behaviours, it wasn’t unusual for me to randomly zone out with a glazed expression. But I liked training and dedicated a great deal of my time to my fighting forms. It just felt right being able to trust my body and turn off my mind so I squared off against my classmate, a large dude with 4 arms. Perfect.
He launched for me all four arms wide to try to block my escape, but it didn’t matter. I harnessed my anger, storing the energy in my legs as I crouched and then jumped to the left and sailed through the gap between my competition's two arms. I hit the mat silently to twist and kick him hard in the back, sending him toppling forward in a heap. I perched on his shoulder blades, claws extended around his neck. In under a minute I had him pinned, a giant smile spread across my face.
I watched my teacher nod at Aizawa who was now up and alert, his dark eyes looked me over like he was trying to deduce the rest of my abilities.
By the next week I was enrolled at UA.
I approached the principal's door, shaking myself from my woolgathering thoughts, knocking quietly.
“Come in,” said a cheerful voice.
I stepped inside a comfortable office lined with books and couches, a large desk sat in front of the large windows that oversaw the front entrance to the school, sitting behind it was principal Nezu, a handful of UA teachers including Aizawa sat along the yellow couches lining the walls.
“Please sit Miss Fairchild” said the rodent looking principal stirring his tea. “Mr, Aizawa was just updating us on your circumstances.” He said politely, though I cast an annoyed glance at eraserhead. How did he know of my circumstances? I didn’t even tell my judo teacher about my past with my parents.
I sat politely anyway despite my feelings, if there was one thing my parents beat into me it was manners.
“Like I was saying” continued Aizawa, “from what I’ve personally witnessed she is more than ready for the physical demands of UA, frankly her agility could even give Bakugo a run for his money. My concern is the emotional factor,” he dropped a thick file onto principle Nezu’s desk. My eyes narrowed at the folder as I recognized the thick stack. It was my personal file from social services. I shouldn’t be surprised that UA had it, this was one of the best hero schools in the world and was supported through government programs. Of course they’ll have access to my information that was already in the system. But it still rubbed me the wrong way, why couldn’t they just ask me? I unconsciously frowned at Aizawa.
“I think it would be wise if she had a faculty advisor, and she stayed in the dorms immediately.” Finished Aizawa and he sat back down on one of the couches that was against the wall. Leaning back and crossing his arms with a detached arrogance.
“Thank you for your recommendation Mr. Aizawa, I will take it into account.” Said the principal politely then he turned his attention to me.
“So, hana fairchild. Why do you want to be a hero?”
I felt myself shrink back into the comfy chair and glance around the room to the other heros who were present for what felt like my humiliation. Midnight was seated next to Aizawa and one other teacher I didn’t recognize. He was terribly skinny and his eyes were so sunken in it just looked like two blue pinpricks.
I grappled with the truth, swallowing hard “I honestly don’t know why I want to be a hero” I stammered looking down at my lap. “I didn’t even think it was possible when I was a kid and seeing as you have my file you know my parents didn’t have the most positive opinion about quirks, especially ones that change someone's body to look anything other than human.” I gestured to myself, emotion swelled in my throat and principal Nezu just nodded at me thoughtfully, I had to take a deep breath to continue.
“I don’t know exactly who I am yet, but I want to be strong enough to help others. I want to protect people, like I wasn’t. I’m ready to learn Principle Nezu, for the last 8 years I've worked on developing my quirk.” I said as confidently as I could, as I stared at principle Nezu still stirring his tea with a light jingle. It was the truth, despite how I was raised I wanted to do better than my parents. “And I’ve developed a surprising new skill because of my personal training.”
That last statement had a few of the teachers murmuring. Aizawa looked at me cautiously through his dark curtained hair.
“Can you elaborate?” asked midnight gently,
“My quirk is called cat, so on top of working my body physically. I've been researching cats to try to understand myself better. I discovered that when cats purr and lick each other they actually stimulate the growth of red blood cells in the other's body and can aid in healing one another. I too can do this but on a larger scale, I can heal people's physical injuries as long as I swap body fluids with them. I have found the easiest way to do this is through a kiss.” I shrugged.
More murmurs from the teachers, the skinny one who looked more like a skeleton with skin stretched over it spoke “what the most dramatic wound you’ve healed?”
“I have been able to heal a bullet wound, the police statement should be in that large file over there. A broken leg but that took almost all of my energy.”
“Your teacher never spoke of this.” Aziawa’s voice held scepticism.
“I didn’t share all of my abilities with my judo teacher. But my therapist knows about it, I’m sure you have her contact info.” I stated cooly matching his stare, he never blinked which probably explained why his eyes were always so bloodshot.
Principle Nezu's mousy face split into soft smile, “a wise person is open to learning and will search for it despite their circumstances, there's no better place for you than a school.” He said cheerfully. Principle Nezu climbed onto the top of his desk, “I think you’ll fit in very well here. Besides, we need more healers in this world.” He said earnestly “don’t you agree All Might?”
The blond skeleton nodded, my eyes widened with shock. That was all might? He didn’t look the same as he did on tv.
My heart swelled with hope as I gazed at the encouraging faces around the room, it was unfamiliar and a bit uncomfortable being supported. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt even accepted, the realisation almost felt shameful. I may only be 16 but in that moment I realised I had been treating myself like some aged widow, hiding from people and life like a recluse.
“But Aziwaw is right, you have some catching up to do and I think some one-on-one time with a teacher will get you up to speed quickly.” Nezu nodded looking around the room.
“Miss midnight? Would you be willing to advise this young lady?”
“Of course,” beamed midnight, looking at me tenderly. She wasn’t what I expected, Midnight was always a bit sensual on tv but right now, with her smiling at me encouragingly she felt like someone’s really cool mom. “It’ll be nice to have some girl time” she smirked looking around at the all male room, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect.
A laugh erupted from me unexpectedly, I had to cover it with a cough. The action did not go unnoticed as Eraserhead glared in my direction. He was starting to piss me off.
“No offence”, his deep voice cutting off the humour in the room. “But I don't think midnight will be the right fit. She relies on her quirk to subdue her enemies. While she is very strong, she is not. Stealthy.” He put it bluntly,
“I think I have more to teach this particular case, than she. Again, no offence midnight.” He grumbled, casting a half look at the woman sitting next to him.
Midnight rolled her dark eyes, “you were never known for being tactful Eraserhead, but that was bordering on rude.” She huffed back, then looked at me with sad eyes.
“But you're also not wrong, my quirk disarms my opponents judging by your file Hana,” she said it directly to me “you would learn a lot more from Mr. Aizawa”
I hated him.
It could have been his condensing tone, or the fact he had just essentially but dibs on me. But I couldn’t stop myself from seething everytime I looked at his tired expression and scruffy features.
“If you're certain you can take on another student shōto, you already have a very full class.” asked Principle Nezu, his eyes softening as he looked at his teacher.
“I can manage.” Eraserhead replied curtly,
“Ok then, Miss fairchild you will be paired with Mr. Aizawa and you can join his class, hero studies 1-A. Also I’m going to set up some additional classes with recovery girl. I think once a week would suffice. Once you get your timetable go see her and pick a time that’ll work for both of you. It’s going to be a lot of work for you to catch up but I have some good feelings about this.” Finished Nezu, who nodded at the rest of the teachers.
Everyone started to stand and exit the room, midnight and all might shook my hand warmly and welcomed me to the school. Midnight whispered in my ear so Mr. Aizawa couldn’t hear “don’t let lord storm cloud bum you out, if you ever need to talk you can come to my office.”
Eraserhead lingered for me outside the office door, giving me a curt nod to follow and so I did, silently. Glaring at his back as I followed him down the hall.
“I’ll contact your group home advisor to let her know you’ll be moving into the dorms tomorrow. I can pick you up in my car if you need help moving your stuff?” He asked with a bored monotone voice and I had a feeling his offer of help was more to do with him being a dedicated teacher than because he liked me.
“I don’t have much that actually belongs to me. I can manage on my own.” I grumbled,
“All right, be here for 6am tomorrow and I'll take you to your room. But for today we are going to be assessing your skills.” He stopped in front of a classroom door marked I-A
“The other students are in the chem lab. We have about 30 minutes before they join us.” Said Aizawa entering the room, he paused at the threshold to let me in and then closed it firmly. The click of the lock had my hair standing on end and I cast a wary glance in his direction. Aizawa simply moved through the room to his desk, as if I wasn’t even there.
The classroom looked like any school room, desks were lined in neat rows. Large windows overlooked the green grounds and sprawling city beyond. But it felt quieter than I remembered a school room to feel. Maybe because it was only myself and Mr. Aizawa present. His intense gaze pressed on me as it charged the atmosphere.
I shuffled my feet in my school shoes, the typical human style pinched at my elongated feet and my tail swished with discomfort. I had to force my ears to stand erect even though an undeniable instinct screamed at me to lower them and myself into a crouch and hiss impolitely at Eraserheads arrogant face.
“So you’ve healed a broken leg before?” He said, breaking the silence.
“Yes sir.” I mumbled, my hands were fidgeting with themselves. I couldn't stay still if my life depended on it, the room was feeling stuffy and humid.
“Tell me about it.” Aizawa commanded.
I had told this same story to the police and my therapist and the words came out robotic and rehearsed.
“I lived with two other girls in the group home, they didn’t get along on the best days and during one very heated argument. One pushed the other down the stairs, breaking her leg. I heard the commotion from my room and rushed down to see her holding her calf, the bone slightly poking out just behind the skin’s surface. I’d already practised healing scrapes and bruises from my volunteer work at the hospital but I hadn’t done anything that serious. She was crying and begging for me to help her. I could see she was in so much pain that I just moved on instinct and kissed her. I had to keep the physical connection going to heal her and just as my body felt weak from exertion I heard a pop and her leg was back to normal. It just popped itself back into place. No scars or even indicators she had broken it. I had lost consciousness though so they told me all of that after the fact.”
Aizawa looked at me even harder, “have you tried healing other broken bones since then?”
“Uhm no sir” I said, shaking my long dark hair. I was not the tallest of people but standing in front of Eraserhead with his hard unblinking stare I felt miniscule. How could one teacher be so intimidating?
“I need a demonstration.” Said Aizawa curtly, he moved from behind his desk to stand in front of me, taking my backpack from my shoulder. His fingers were surprisingly warm as they brushed against my clothed shoulder and he dropped my backpack unceremoniously on the floor.
Up close, I could see scars criss-crossing over his face. Even with his long dark hair blocking most of his features, I had to admit he was as handsome as he was frustrating. His dark eyes looked as if they were swirling and a part of me was getting lost in them, his strong straight nose accentuated his full lips and his five o'clock shadow just added to his “I don’t care” vibe.
“I don’t understand?” I mumbled again trying to put some distance between myself and I. Not fully trusting myself being this close to him, I watched in horror as Mr Aizawa grabbed a hold of his middle finger and bent it with a noticeable crunch. Breaking it so it stood out at an awkward angle from the rest of his fingers. His eyes just simply closed for a second from the pain, and once they were reopened he was back to stoic indifference.
“What the hell?” I screeched about to scurry away from this mad man but he had a hold of my shoulder with his unbroken hand, he pulled me closer to him until I was mere inches from his face. He smelt faintly of musky cologne and cigarettes.
“Heal me. I want to see how it’s done and how much energy it takes you to fix a superficial wound.” He said casually, though his eyes burned into mine.
“Breaking your own finger is a superficial wound?” I said incredulously, trying to pull away from him inconspicuously.
“It is compared to the wounds I've received from villains.” His criss crossing facial scars highlighted his words and I felt myself halt under his intense gaze and words. “If you want to be a hero fairchild, then you have to get over being squeamish. Especially if you have the gift of healing so you claim.” Aizawa narrowed his eyes at me.
It was hard to look him in the face, his eyes were locked onto mine, it made me feel like a mouse cornered by a cat. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
“I have to kiss you to heal you.” I explained, my green eyes shifting to his surprising full lips. Anxiety or excitement I couldn’t really tell pulled at my stomach.
“As you mentioned,” said Aizawa impatiently rolling his eyes, I noticed his grip on my shoulder tensed slightly, his worn down fingernails pressed into my shoulder.
I hesitated “but, I shouldn’t be kissing my teacher.” I was getting aggravated at his lack of common sense. I was only a 16 teen year old girl, kissing my way older teacher was beyond inappropriate and he of all people should know that.
“How do you think midnight feels when she has to expose her flesh to subdue her enemies? Or maybe Endeavour when his clothes get burned off during a battle? We all have to push past being uncomfortable to utilise our quirks. That's what it takes to be a professional hero. But if you can’t get past your own shame to help someone. You might not be ready for UA and we can send you back to the group home.” He said it bluntly, but Eraserhead wasn’t harsh or even wrong with his words. It was just the truth.
My shame was holding me back, it twisted in my stomach and whispered in my ear that my quirk and myself was wrong. Sometimes it even felt like my cat side was like a demon taking over me, or was that how my parents conditioned me to see myself.
I looked up at his hard sensual eyes “I’m ready to be a hero.” I stated firmly.
Aizawa held up his broken hand, “show me.”
I closed the distance between us pressing my chest to his, one hand rested on his warm sturdy chest the other wrapped around his neck, as I brought my lips to his. He froze under my touch allowing me to take the lead, I used my lips to part his and slipped my tongue to wrestle with his own. For this to work we had to swap saliva, unconsciously I started to purr against his chest and Aizawa responded to the sound by pulling me closer. He turned me so I was backing up to his desk, deepening the kiss with passion as his unbroken hand fisted my hair, angling my head to the side so he could control the kiss and deepen it. My head swam, from exertion or lust I wasn’t sure but this older man sure knew how to kiss. I was up on my tiptoes, my ass hovering on his desktop just trying to taste more of him. It was smoky and a little bitter like cigarettes and coffee, but the flavour wasn’t unpleasant. Paired with his sweet manly scent it had me clutching him tighter. I’d never been kissed like this before.
I had forgotten about his broken hand entirely, wanting to feel more of his warm strong body against mine, some of the buttons on my class shirt had pulled open and the swell of my breasts were cooled by the exposed air as our tongues wrestled sloppily. I moaned deeply into his mouth.
Just as Mr, Aizawa let out his own low moan we heard his finger crunch back into place. It was like a bucket of cold water had been splashed over us and I practically pushed him away from me as I leaned on his desk for stability. My cheeks were deep pink, and I still couldn’t stop the low rumble of my purr echoing in the abandoned classroom. It made my head giddy, but shame pulled at my mood dashing my smile away.
Mr. Aizawa was breathing deeply inspecting his once broken finger, flexing and turning it as he mumbled “fascinating.”
I couldn’t say anything, I just sat there with my legs trembling from using my quirk. Embarrassment darkened my cheeks and chased my thoughts, my heart fluttering. I know he asked me to show him my quirk and I'd healed people in the past and while It didn’t feel terrible with the others, it certainly didn’t feel this good.
“How much energy did you consume healing my finger?” Aizawa asked breathlessly, ignoring the monumental kiss like it was nothing, but his eyes were still warmed from lust. I notice them linger on my exposed cleavage.
“Uhm i’d say at 30% give or take. My legs are shaky but I can still fight if I need to" I answered back buttoning up my shirt again trying to mimic his coolness.
If he could ignore it, so could I, I angrily looked him over. His eyes were far away like he was thinking over something, but he’d forgotten to retreat back behind his desk. So he was still standing in front of me, just arms length away. His lips still pink from the kiss.
Like he heard my thoughts, his dark eyes snapped to mine own green pools in an instant and he closed the distance between us, holding me hostage between him and the desk. His strong hand gripped my arm tenderly as his body warmed mine, sending a shiver down my spine and tail. His other hand tilted my chin up so I was forced to look him head on,
“You did very well for your first test, Hana. Despite having no one to guide you, you’ve developed your quirk exceptionally through self education. You should feel proud of yourself and nothing but, do you understand me?”
He bore the words into my skull.
I had carried shame with me for almost my whole life, everytime someone pulled my tail or pinched my ears to see if they were real. Shame over my quirk and my body was enforced everywhere I went. Everytime I would stop thinking and just be myself, a harsh reminder would come crashing down on me and made me feel so uncomfortable in my own skin. Fighting and training my body was my only relievement from the physical shame.
Even on the happiest day of my life, shame was there. When I had first to experiment with my healing quirk. I was speaking to my court appointed therapist about my hypothesis, when she got a paper cut and went to put it in her mouth. On instinct I grabbed her hand and deposited the wounded finger into my own mouth. Sucking on them gently like I would if it were my own.
When I let it go she was healed and I was overjoyed, but my therapist's face held disgust. I had broken a physical boundary of hers without permission and soon after she had referred me to someone else. The rejection still echoed in my heart on my low days.
Mr. Aizawa brushed a loose strand of black hair from my pale face, bringing me out of my shameful reveries.
“You should feel proud of yourself Hana.” he repeated, and a part of me wanted to reach up and kiss him again. This tender moment had me spinning.
I nodded to his words this time and his eyes lingered on me for a half a heart beat more before he released me, retrieving my backpack from the ground and handing it to me.
“The last desk to the right is yours. You can deposit your things and then the rest of the class should be back by then.” He said with a flat voice, like a mask had been slid over his face he was back to playing the role of stoic teacher. Our kiss, his healed finger and his intimate compliment lay buried beneath it.
I trudged to the back trying to get a handle on my first few hours at UA.
Both Aizawa and myself worked silently until the rest of the class noisly filed down the hall. Their chatter like an alarm signalling their approach.
The first few burst into the room, they were all smiles and few had cinders and ash on their foreheads. A boy with spiky red hair happily headed straight to Mr. Aizawa,
“Oh you missed it Mr. A” he said laughing, “we had to make some solution that identifies blood samples and freaking Bakugou couldn’t stop blowing his up!”
More and more of the class files in, more sporting ash and soot. So far none took a glance at me in the back of the room, too preoccupied with laughing about this Bakugo.
“Did you see his face when it exploded the third time! Classic” said a blonde guy trying to get deep breaths in between each deep belly laugh,
“It’s nice to see him actually fail at something. He’s so arrogant.” Muttered a girl with pink hair and horns.
“Enough, find your seats.” called Mr. Aizawa lazily and the class started to settle. The last to arrive was a blonde boy with very spiky hair. If looks could kill this guy would be a serial killer, his youthful handsome face was twisted into a frustrated sneer and his red eyes were so hateful they looked as if they were burning. He was pachy with soot and some of his uniform was cinched.
“Bakugo, I heard you struggled a bit in the chem lab?” said Aizawa sternly. Bakugo didn’t say a word as he slowly made his way to his desk near the rear of the room, his hands in his pockets defiantly. He was the first person in the class to notice my presence and he sent me a nasty glare as a welcome.
“Don’t let frustration derail you, study up and try to repeat the solution tomorrow till you get it right.” finished Aizawa,
“Yes, sir.” Grumbled Bakugo as he took his seat in front of me and sat down.
Since everyone was watching bakugo they all just noticed my presence in their classroom and an array of new whispers erupted through the room. My ears twitched from their energetic whispers and prying eyes. Their energy pushed on me, making me brace myself.
“Everyone, this is Hana Fairchild. She’s a new student and will be joining our class. Now I want you all to change into your athletic gear and meet me outside at the arena. We're going to be sparing today to assess our progress from our recent remote training. Plus it’ll be the perfect time to see Fairchild’s skill. Her initial agility assessment was better than even yours, Bakugo.” Eraser said smoothly,
Bakugo swirled in his seat angrily, sizing me up before turning back with a sneer. “Pfft she looks weak, just like everyone else.” He said cockily.
I had to bite back the hiss that formed in my chest, who the hell does this Bakugo think he was. I worked my ass off to be this fast and strong. He was just some clumsy chemist.
Before I even formed the thought, my hand reached out and pushed Bakugou's head forcefully so it slammed on his desk with a hard wack.
“What the hell!” He screamed holding his forehead. He turned back around in his chair and I leaned back pretending I hadn’t hit him at all.
“pardon?” I asked nonchalantly, my tail twitching behind me
“You fucking smashed my head against my desk!” He screamed again, his face going a deep angry red,
“No I didn't, I'm much too weak to do that. You said it yourself.” I said with faux innocence “maybe it was the wind?” That elicited some laughs around the room.
He looked like he was going to jump over the desk and throttle me.
“Alright that’s enough. Bakugo, Fairchild since the two of you want to squabble like children then you two will be the first sparring match up. Now let’s move it.” Eraserhead chastised as everyone started to get up from their desks, some hurrying out the door.
Bakugo stood sneering at you “oh your deadmeat kitty cat.” Before storming out the door, the class parted for him like he was the plague. I was getting the impression he wasn’t the most popular.
I couldn’t help but glance at Mr. Aizawa who practically orchestrated Bakugo hating me. He had to make that comment about me being faster. He met my gaze with a knowing nod and smirk, I seethed in my chair.
“Hey, Hana? Do you want to walk to the change rooms with us?” Asked a thin dark haired girl who looked almost frogish. She was with a sweet looking brown haired girl and another with a short bob and what looked like earphone jacks coming from her earlobes.
“uhm sure, thank you.” I said a little awkwardly, I had lived with only girls for years but the group home wasn’t the best place to find friends and I was still unsure how to act around other girls.
“Im Tsuyu Asui, and this is Ochaco Uraraka” said the frog girl pointing to the completely human looking girl with brown hair.
“I’m kyoka Jiro, I just have to say I love how you handled Bakugou back there. Someone needs to keep him on his toes, especially one of us girls.” said the girl with earphone jacks.
“you’re right about that, Jiro, all those guys in the top have such a big head. I hope you win the sparring match against Bakugo. If he loses I bet his head would explode, that’ll teach him.” Laughed Asui and the other girls joined in with the giggles, you couldn’t help but laugh along with them. In the few minutes of meeting Bakugo, you could see he dripped with cockiness.
“Well if you ladies have any tips to help me win I’ll gladly take them?” I asked sincerely, and their eyes widened mischievously.
“Oh we can definitely give you some advice on Bakugo. We’ve seen him fight plenty of times” said Uraraka, linking arms with me and pulling me out the door. Mr, Aizawa’s head was down looking at his paperwork but I swore I saw a ghost of a smile on his lips as he heard us four girls hatching a plan to defeat Baguko.
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By the time everyone had changed and was waiting at the arena for Mr. Aizawa I had a well versed account of Bakugo's strengths and weaknesses. In the change room the other girls had added to my instruction. All of them were just as tired with the boys misogyny as the other three were. Yaoyorozu in particular had given me some excellent strategies on how to get to Bakugo, his quirk explosion was able to keep multiple targets away and at bay. However if someone were to get in close they could force him to concede without needing much force.
Bakugo stood next to the red headed boy who had laughed at his chemistry skills to Aizawa, I could tell from his laughs and Bakugou's eye rolls that they were friends. All the girls had formed a group behind me, whispering on the outcome and giving me some last minute advice when Mr. Aizawa walked into the middle of the ring and hushed the class.
“Bakugou and Fairchild will be our first pair.” The two of you approached the ring to face off.
“Now the rules, pin your opponent to win. No excessive force Bakugo, you want your opponent to be conscious but subdued, think about it like you need to get information out of a villain. You need them to be able to comply to questioning from police after. If you break their jaw they aren’t useful. Understand?”
“Yes sir” Bakugou and I said at the same time.
“On the count of three, 1, 2, 3” called Aizawa moving from the ring,
“Oh you're so dead kitty cat” sneered Bakugou he opened up his palm and like the words excessive force weren’t even mentioned moments before and he released an ear shattering explosion.
The ring was dark with smoke and Bakuguo laughed maniacally, which was fine by me. Easier to track him.
I knew he would let out a huge blast right from the start. He was angry with me and an angry Bakugou started fast and abruptly. So I dashed to my right, running so close to the ground my hair looked like a fast moving oil sleek.
I was a few feet from his right when he finally noticed me “shit!” he cursed jumping back and letting off another blast, he was scanning the ground for me. Quickly assessing my strategy, but I counted on that too.
I was already coming straight down for him feet first, he aimed up for me a little too late and I pushed his hand to the side as he blasted. My body slinked down his like wind in someone’s hair, going between his legs I crouched until my face was level with his thigh and I bite down hard with my sharp incisors. Coppery blood burst into my mouth as I held on for dear life, my claws dug into his hip and knee.
Bakugo didn’t even let out a scream, the pain obviously radiating up his body only focused him eerily and he paused to assess his predicament instead of blasting away. But a cold smirk crossed his lips as he spat at me “time to fly kitty cat.”
Bakugo blasted the ground, sending us shooting up into the air. “Let’s see if cats always land on their feet.” He snarled and bit down even harder on his upper thigh, my own growl was muffled by my mouthful. He winced but determination sent him higher in the air.
Then we were weightless and falling. He was laughing as we both plummeted to the ground. “Let go or we die kitty cat.”
I couldn’t let go or I’d lose. That was the strategy the girls had helped me create and it worked up until now. Bakugo protected his neck and chest but a major artery in the thigh would be left unguarded, as long as I bleed him just enough for him to be woozy I could pin him and win the match.
But he had noticed the blood loss, his thigh was soaked with warm sticky blood and my chest was wet with it as well. Bakugo would rather end this in a bloody tie than let me beat him.
His eyelids fluttered, “what will it be kitty?”
Determination started to grow like a fire in my chest, maybe UA was already inspiring me or maybe swallowing some of Bakugo's blood had put me into some blood lust but I wasn't about to give up.
Bakugos earlier words struck an idea.
We were so close to the ground, and once again I allowed myself to act on instinct. I bit down as hard as I could as I snarled against Bakugou's leg “Want to see a cat land on her feet?”
In an instant I let go pushing bakugo to the ground just fractions before me and as he hit the ground I landed right on his stomach with all the force of the fall, blood spurted from his mouth.
“Hana Fairchild has pinned Bakugo.” Said Aizawa cooly,
The ring was a red splattered mess, which elicited a few gasps from the class.
I couldn’t stop my glee as I rose from Bakugo's lap, my jaw and shirt covered in his deep red blood shouting a triumphant “yes!” If my classmates weren’t fearful of me before they sure were now, I looked like a vampire who drained their victim dry.
“Mr. Aizawa, I thought you said no excessive force?” Asked a pale face boy with dark green hair. He looked at the ring with a face of horror.
“I told Bakugo no excessive force, Hana has an exception due to her quirk. Can you demonstrate for the class please?” Mr Aizawa called from the crowd,
I was still giddy from the win and I blushed as I said “oops, almost forgot.”
I was straddling Bakugo's lap, his eyes were still open barely but he was wavering “what are you?” He groaned but I leaned myself down, cutting off his words with a coppery kiss. Unlike Aizawa I felt Bakugo react to me right away, he opened his mouth greedily like he knew my kiss was a life source. His tongue was strong and dominant much like his personality and my heart fluttered at his possessive touch, I heard a few pops and cracks which elicited a growl from Bakugo who was now holding my head to him, his other hand was trailing up my thigh. I was almost seeing stars when Aizawa’s deep voice sliced through the haze “That's enough.”
I rose automatically from Bakugo who lifted his torso from the blood soaked ground. His eyes were groggy like he was just sleeping, he blinked a few times before spying me on his lap, I could feel a noticeable bulge underneath me “you can get off me now.” he growled and I rose from the rubble stumbling slightly as I left the arena. I was exhausted and looked like an extra from a horror movie. Even Bakugo’s lips were stained red from our bloody kiss.
The class looked stunned as we approached, bloodied but fine. One of the boys with weird purple ball hair was staring at Bakugo with such red hot jealousy he was vibrating from it.
“Nice win Miss Fairchild, Bakugo do you know what you did wrong?” asked Eraserhead.
“I underestimated my opponent.” He grumbled,
“That’s right, you saw her as a frail kitty cat. Per your choice of insult and she beat you because of it. It was your taunting that gave her the idea on how to beat you. Isn’t that right Fairchild?”
Mr. Aizawa’s eyes slid to me and I could read the hidden hunger behind the mask “yes, sir” I swallowed.
Bakugo glanced at me from downcast eyes, hard steely fury burned from behind them and I was sure he definitely hated me now.
“Next pair will be Yaoyorozu and Iida. Start your prep. You two should go clean up.” Said Aizawa and he started to facilitate the next match.
Bakugo dashed to the change rooms before me, my healing had left him energised but I slowly hauled my tired body to the showers. The adrenaline had started to wear off and exhaustion from two big heals and a fight was weighing down my feet.
I closed my eyes under the warm water, blood and dirt washing down the drain. I almost passed out in the stall but I was able to wash myself and wrap a warm fuzzy white towel around me and collapse onto the bench. My gym clothes were disgusting and I had changed into my school uniform instead. My hair was still dripping when I exited the room, colliding into a very pissed off Bakugo.
He grabbed me by the shoulders to stop me from falling. My legs were shaky from exhaustion. “Took you long enough.” he scoffed,
I gave him a weak shove that did nothing. “I’m a little tired after my win. Sue me.” I hissed at him,
“About that” he scowled, his red eyes were hateful as his face twisted in an arrogant smirk “don’t get used to the feeling, the next time we face off i’m going to wipe the floor with you kitty cat. Today was a fluke, don’t forget that.”
This time it was my turn to laugh maniacally “oh please, I beat you fair and square. You chose to see me as weak because I’m a girl? Well if I didn’t heal you, you would still be laying in a pool of your own blood. Don’t forget that.” I mocked him, mimicking his same tone. UA was making me bitcheir by the second.
Bakugo’s eyes flared with anger and he pushed me against the door to the girl’s change room. Fist slamming against the door just mere inches from my head. I stiffened but my eyes never left his.
“You think I needed you to save me?” he seethed, despite his shower he smelt like a campfire and his eyes were the embers.
“I think if you went to recovery girl you would still be laying in some medical bed passed out from exhaustion. I beat you and still had enough energy left to heal you. Face facts, I’m better than you” the words felt like a lie on my tongue, but I wasn’t going to back down in front of Bakugo. Fake it till you make it.
Steam was practically coming from his nostrils and he gave me a torturous up down gaze, pausing slightly at my wide hips and full breasts. “The next time we fight. I’ll show you who’s better.” he growled, storming off leaving me cold and trembling against the door. His obvious fist print was dented into the metal door.