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There was something weird about class 1-A. The hero class was anything but normal, but everyone knew that. Everyone knew they’d been through a lot more than any other class, but there was something else that was difficult to place. How did Hagakure or Koda make it into the hero course if their Quirks didn’t help them fight off those stupid robots? It’s not like Hagakure’s invisibility came with super strength. Or that Koda could have somehow snuck animals in during the exam.
These were all things Shinsou would ramble off and fumed about in the dead of night in the kitchens. You weren’t a huge night owl, but you were a good friend, so you tried your best to stay up with him and listen to him rant about whatever. Tonight, after hours of studying, you were struggling, though.
You nodded off every once in a while, half listening to him conspiracy theory the shit out of class 1-A again until, finally, you slumped, and let your head rest on his shoulder while you snoozed.
He didn’t mind, finally shutting up and just sitting peacefully on the floor in the kitchens. He didn’t mind the silence, or the fact that you just fell asleep mid-conversation. It’d happened before. He knew you weren’t one to stay up late, so he didn’t expect much. He just appreciated that you’d tried at all. What he didn’t expect was to fall asleep with you, leaning his head on top of yours and drifting off in the early hours of the morning.
“Oi,” a rough, agitated voice pulled you from your sleep and you shot up, smacking the top of your head against Shinsou’s jaw. He woke with a start, swearing at the pain and glaring at you as you stared wide eyed at none other than Bakugou Katsuki. Who looked pissed. As usual. Arms crossed over his chest as he twitched at the two of you leaning uncomfortably against the kitchen cabinets.
“You two love bird idiots wanna get the fuck out of the way so I can use the kitchen?”
You stood up, wincing at the soreness in your neck from sleeping at a funny angle, your embarrassing snoopy pajamas on full display, “S-Sorry!” you squeaked and nearly pummeled yourself for doing so.
Shinsou rose, agitated at the rude awakening, but indifferent to the angry, oversized Pomeranian before you. He tugged the elbow of your long sleeve, staring Bakugou down with half-lidded eyes, “Let’s go.”
You blinked over to Shinsou and nodded, happy to get away from the encounter.
“Don’t fucking sleep here again,” Bakugou growled towards you two as you exited the kitchen.
You turned around to assure him you wouldn’t, but Shinsou just grabbed the back of your head and turned you forward again. “Don’t engage, _____. You don’t have anything to apologize about to that entitled dick.”
You blinked at Shinsou and punched him playfully in the arm, “Shinny, don’t be a dick because you stay up all night whipping up conspiracy theories about them. We shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the kitchen.”
He blinked at you, unfazed, “He didn’t have to be a dick about it. I doubt he even needed to use the cabinets we were in front of.”
You clicked your tongue and shrugged, “Maybe. I’m just glad we didn’t get blown to bits,” you giggled, “I don’t think he’s ever spoken to me directly like that. Usually, he’s just yelling for me to get out of his way. Or calling me a ‘damn extra’, so maybe it’s actually nicer of him to acknowledge us than you think.”
He deadpanned, “That’s fucking stupid. He’s not some godlike being that we have to be glad graced us with his presence. He’s just some hot-headed, explosive ass.”
“Harsh words coming from the guy that sits up all night thinking about why they’re so weird.”
Shinsou shrugged and you went your separate ways. You to your dorm. Him to his.
The day after and the next few weeks blew by in mediocre routine. Wake up, get ready, class, lunch, class, homework, sleep and/or late-night talks with Shinny, repeat.
The general ed track wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to be a hero just like many of the others in your class, but with a non-offensive Quirk like yours, you didn’t stand a chance. It wasn’t even like Shinsou’s where you could use it to help you fight crime. It was just telepathy, and only by touch. You could hear and see what other people were thinking as well as send them your own thoughts. You knew it was a pipe dream to become a hero with a Quirk like that, but you knew you could at least get work as a detective and being at UA, regardless of hero class status, was a good resume boost.
The only issue was that it was starting to get incredibly boring. It was your third year at UA and things were starting to fizzle out. The excitement and drama that hit the school your first two years were too much. There was too much to think about and overcome. Now that things were normal, it was boring. Your motivation to do well in school took a hit and your grades were slipping slightly. Nothing you couldn’t fix, but you didn’t really care to fix it. And you were running on fumes staying up with Shinsou so often. He really needed to get on a proper sleeping schedule. You’d been telling him for years to do it.
But things suddenly took a turn for the eventful during a random lunch period. You sat with Shinsou, as usual, outside under you guys’ tree. People had warmed up to Shinsou throughout the years, but it was still just the two of you for the most part. So, when a looming presence appeared shading you from the sun, who’s warmth you were enjoying, you didn’t know what to think.
“Oi,” Bakugou’s rough voice called out.
You glanced up at him, shielding your eyes from the sun peeking out from behind him. You saw him peering down at you, so you looked to Shinsou, who you assumed he wanted to speak to.
Shinsou looked back at Bakugou, “What?”
You wanted to scold him for being rude, but instead, you just gathered your lunch and got up, assuming he wanted to talk alone.
“_____, right?” Bakugou ignored Shinsou and looked directly at you.
You blinked and glanced at him, before looking back at Shinsou confused. You returned your eyes to Bakugou with a warm smile, “Uh, yeah? Can I help you?”
Bakugou stared at you with an unreadable expression, “Tonight. 7. Courtyard.”
Your smile faltered, confused, “Um. I’m sorry. What?”
Bakugou huffed and sneered at the clouds, “Meet me at the courtyard at 7 tonight.” A light pink dusted his cheeks.
You blinked, “Did I do something to offend you?” You guessed, trying to understand what was going on. He didn’t seem like the type to pick fights with those smaller and weaker than him, but that was the only thing that made sense right now.
He looked at you directly, cheeks still pink, “Hah? I’m taking you on a fucking date.”
Your brows rose in an entirely shocked expression, “A-A date?” You stuttered.
He was starting to look more and more irritated, cheeks getting more and more red, “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
You shot him an unsure expression, “Oh, um, I’m sorry. Thank you for the offer,” you assumed it was an offer. He didn’t exactly ask, “But no thank you.”
He shot you a confused looked and blinked in obvious surprise, “Hah?”
You cringed, “I-I’m sorry, I’m just not really… interested in you like that.”
He stared at you like you were the dumbest thing on the planet, and it solidified your hunch that rejecting the explosive boy with anger issues was the right move.
Shinsou snickered next to you, and usually you’d take immense pride in this triumph of making him laugh, but you just glared now, internally yelling at him to shut the fuck up.
Bakugou blinked like he didn’t know where to go from here and just stared at you, “You’re rejecting me.” It wasn’t a question or anything. He sounded more bemused than anything else.
You looked around awkwardly, until you finally met his eyes. He sighed, exasperated, and deadpanned at you.
“How the-“
“Bakugou!” Mina stalked up to him, appearing to have just sprinted out of nowhere to him and looking panicked, “Crazy meeting you here! Can I talk to you for a second?”
You blinked at the two of them, taking in the way Mina gripped his arm and tried to tug him away from you.
“What? No.” Bakugou shrugged her off.
Mina shot him a pointed look, “Bakugou, it’s important.”
He glanced over to you, then to her and sighed, “Fine.”
The two walked off and you stared back at Shinsou, before mouthing What the fuck?
~
Bakugou was starting to get pissed off. He didn’t really give a fuck about romance and love, but everyone else was starting to pair off around him and his wolf was getting restless.
His training was benefitting, but he couldn’t sit still in class. He had to go for runs constantly and it was getting annoying. Especially with Deku and Urakaka passing cute little notes between them. Everyone knew they were mates when they started dating in second year, but now that they were really together and it was 100%, they
were insufferable.
He wasn’t jealous. He was just restless. He didn’t care that he didn’t have someone to care for. To hug and kiss. To tell his deepest fears and know for a fact that she would never leave him because she was his literal soulmate. It didn’t bother him that he didn’t have someone to fill with pups. He shook his head in the middle of lecture and felt the unease course through him. He hadn’t been paying attention to the last half hour of the lecture, so he just stood abruptly and left to go for a run.
This had been happening frequently for him, so Aizawa just let him without a word.
When lunch came around, he nearly snapped his tray in half looking at all the couples that had come from the hero course. And in such short proximity. The lucky assholes literally had their mates sitting across from them.
Ok. Maybe he was a bit envious. But this wasn’t some love starved boy thing. This was a wolf thing. He should have found his mate by now. And the fact she was hiding from him pissed him off.
That is, until he caught a whiff of that lovely scent. He’d been sitting, trying not to barf as Kaminari whispered stupid pick-up lines to Jirou while she tried not to stare at Momo too obviously when he smelled it. He froze, dropping his fork onto his tray and sniffed the air. The whole table stopped to watch, some lighting up in realization and spreading the news across the table, but Bakugou didn’t care. He just followed his nose, standing up, leaving his friends mid-conversation and his food uneaten.
They watched and scrambled to stalk their friend as he walked outside. Bakugou kept sniffing, almost dazed, until his eyes landing on you under the tree next to Shinsou.
He blinked as his wolf howled at the sight of you. He didn’t know what to think. First off, you weren’t a wolf. It was rare to have a mate that wasn’t a wolf. And tricky, too. Second, he knew you briefly. He knew you as Sleepy. He’d caught you sleeping on your boyfriend every once in a while. Wait. Boyfriend. His eye twitched as he glared at Shinsou. He decided it didn’t matter as he stomped over to you. Fuck your boyfriend. You were his now.
You were beautiful in the sun like this. Gently splaying your legs out to the side as you leaned your back up against the tree. Patient eyes trained on Shinsou as he spoke, ripping up blades of grass. Bakugou tracked the way you sucked lightly on your thumb after popping another grape in your mouth. He puffed his chest.
“Oi,” he captured your attention. A delicate hand reached up to shield your eyes from the sun he failed to protect you from. He resisted the urge to move and shield you from it all. He wasn’t that whipped.
He twitched at the way you looked to Shinsou first. Like you were asking permission to look. Like you belonged to him. Bakugou blinked in surprised as he found himself having to resist the urge to fire off.
You were his mate. You were made for him. Everything you were was his and his alone. Somehow you had to know it. Even if you were human.
So, when you rejected him outright, he was completely and utterly dumbfounded, his wolf howling a pathetic mournful howl.
He was going to argue, completely confused as to how you could have possibly rejected your own mate, but Mina popped up, shooting him those what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-eyes. He tried to ignore her, but she was persistent, so he let her drag him away from you in the hopes that she had some clue why his mate was saying no
to him. She was a woman, too. Maybe she’d know.
But when she pulled him into the cafeteria and his friends immediately began laughing, he scowled, ready to kill them all. Morals and consequences be damned. He hands sparked at his sides as Sero and Kaminari doubled over on the floor.
“Bro,” Kirishima patted his shoulder sympathetically before scratching the back of his head and shooting Bakugou a confused look, “What the fuck was that?”
Bakugou glared, “What?”
“You just walked up to her and demanded a date? No wooing, no context, no getting to know her a little first?” Mina chipped in, horrified.
Bakugou curled his lips back, “She’s my fucking mate. I don’t need to get to know her, we’re made for each other.”
Mina sighed pinching the bridge of her nose, “Bakugou, she’s human. She doesn’t know how this works. She doesn’t even know you.”
“It doesn’t matter if she doesn’t know how it works. She feels it, too, so why the fuck did she turn me down? Quit acting like you guys know how to handle this,” Bakugou fumed and the two laughing their asses off finally settled down to stand up next to him.
“Dude, you’ve met her before. Don’t you remember? She’s totally dating Shinsou,” Kaminari nearly snickered again.
Bakugou shot him a deadly glare, “When the fuck did I meet her?”
“They fell asleep in the kitchen, remember? You pointed her out when you were complaining about how they needed to take their horny shit to the bedroom and not interrupt your morning routine?” Kaminari tried to jog his memory, but Bakugou’s eyes just turned a dangerous shade of black.
“He fucked her?” He gave a deadly growl, palms sparking.
“Shit, Kaminari, you dumbass,” Mina whined.
“Come on, bro, let’s go for a run,” Kirishima tugged on his sleeve to lead him outside.
Bakugou sent off a mini explosion that caused some gasps and squeals of surprise. “Fine.”
After shifting and going for a long, taxing run, they found themselves back in the common room. Kirishima collapsed on the couch, completely worn.
“Oi, don’t get your nasty sweat on the couch,” Bakugou shoved him and Kirishima dramatically rolled onto the floor.
Now that they were alone, Bakugou frowned in a reluctant pout, “What do I do?”
Kirishima flicked his head towards his friend and tried not to let his smile grow too wide, “Well, she’s human, so you know it’s not like how it was for the others. You
don’t just have this instant connection and bond immediately. You need to get to know her and let her fall for you.”
Bakugou set his jaw stubbornly.
“You need to be patient,” Kirishima rested his chin on the coffee table to look at his friend.
Bakugou huffed, “How the fuck am I gonna get to know her if she just turned me down?”
Kirishima sighed, “Well, you’re going to have to be friends first.”
“She’s dating that mindfuck, though. What the fuck is that all about?”
Kirishima shrugged, “Bro, she might not know it, but she is your mate. Even if she rejected you now, she’s gonna start to feel it. She’ll be drawn to you. Plus, we don’t
even know if they’re actually dating. So even if she’s dating him, it won’t be for much longer. Actually, we should really look into what happens to human mates,” he
scratched his chin, “It might be really confusing for them having such strong feelings for someone out of nowhere.”
Bakugou grunted in acknowledgement. They stayed silent for a minute. Even though Kirishima was his closest friend, he still had trouble with the mind reading aspect
that came with Bakugou. If he was too stubborn to say what he wanted. Or needed sometimes. You had to just kind of guess what was on his mind. Guessing right was respected. Guessing wrong could set him off.
Kirishima guessed, “I’ll talk to her. See if she’s really dating him.”
Bakugou pouted and gave another grunt, but turned to him this time, “Let’s get cleaned up before you sweat on more of the furniture.”
Kirishima smiled.