5 times bakugou was protective of the reader and the one time she was protective of him.
tw/ mineta being a perv & panic attacks
it wasn’t a secret that mineta was a perv and that the girls and guys of class 1-A really didn’t like him. bakugou hated being around the shit stain, but stayed around him so he could keep him away from girls, especially you.
you and bakugou were extremely close, not in a romantic way, but platonically. you were one of the few who knew his anger wasn’t usually actual anger, and was very seldom actually angry.
training was going like it normally would, until aizawa called over bakugou to ask him a question, and mineta was immediately by your side.
“so are you and bakugou dating?” you heard him ask, making you jump in surprise, not expecting him near you.
“what? no, we’re just friends,” you said, hoping this would end the conversation with him.
“i’m surprised he hasn’t tried to fuck you yet, your body is amazing,” mineta said, his mouth watering, and your disgust and uncomfortableness growing, “i know i’d love to f-“
he was cut off from bakugou blasting him away from you, “shut the fuck up, you purple shit stain!”
bakugou turned from him to you, walking up to you, “what the fuck did he say to you?”
when you struggled to speak, kirishima did, “he said he was surprised that you hadn’t tried to fuck her yet and that he’d love to fuck her.”
if bakugou wasn’t livid then, he is now, “he did what?! aizawa!”
aizawa turned from todoroki, and raised an eyebrow at bakugou, “what?”
“can i spar with mineta?” bakugou all but shouted and you swear you saw aizawa smirk behind his scarf.
bakugou smirks, “no promises.”
everyone in class could tell you were out of it today, especially since you hadn’t spoken a work the entire class, which was odd.
“(y/l/n),” you heard aizawa say, although it took you a minute to respond and turn your head his way, “are you okay?”
you nodded slowly, “just tired, mr. aizawa. i’m okay.”
he didn’t look convinced, but carried on with the lesson. when the bell finally rang for lunch, you stood up next to bakugou and kirishima, ready to follow them to lunch, when your vision started slightly blurring and you got lightheaded. grabbing onto bakugou’s shirt, he turned his head at you, ready to yell at you when you passed out in his arms.
waking up in the infirmary was not your ideal situation, especially figuring out you passed out.
“oh, you’re awake little listener!” you hear present mic’s unnaturally quiet voice, “i just kicked bakugou and aizawa out. they’ve been here the entire time.”
you blink slowly, “the entire time? how long was i out?”
mic sighed, moving his chair closer to the bed, “school ended 3 hours ago. it’s 6pm right now.”
it was quiet it for a bit, letting it sink in that you had been asleep for 6 hours and that aizawa and bakugou had been with you the entire time.
“they stayed the whole 6 hours?” you ask, your voice quiet, soft, unlike how it is when you’re in class and happy.
mic nodded, “bakugou was dead set on staying, so aizawa stayed too. they’ll be back soon, they went with recovery girl to get some food for you when you woke up. considering you haven’t been eating or sleeping much,” he says, voice stern, and you nod.
“i know,” you speak, and mic’s expression softens, although you don’t see it, “i can’t, i just can’t sleep at night, and when i do sleep, it when we have free periods or free time, which,” you trail off.
“which interrupts your eating schedule,” he finishes, and you nod, “well, you’ll still get a strict speaking to from aizawa, and i don’t think bakugou will let you out of his sights for a while, so, you’ll be okay. we’re here to help. don’t be afraid to lean on us, okay, little listener?”
you finally look at mic in the eyes, “thank you.”
it wasn’t like you to miss a training sessions after school, especially with bakugou, so he got worried. not that he’d ever admit it, but he did. when he finally found you in a hallway, he was relieved but it only lasted a few seconds. upon closer look, he realized that you were having a panic attack.
“fuck,” he whispered, and ran to where you were sitting, “hey,” he spoke, his voice still husky, but definitely gentler than you’ve ever heard it, “i’m gonna put my hand on your fucking leg, okay?”
“good,” he says, and he rests your hand right under your knee, “i’m gonna start tapping, and i want you to count them, okay? and when you’re grounded, tell me how many taps.”
a nod, and he starts tapping right where his hand was.
in total it takes around 42 taps before you are grounded, and calm.
“sorry, i’ve been feeling on edge all day and it hit all at once and i-“ he cuts you off.
“don’t fucking apologize for something you can’t control, idiot. it’s not your damn fault.”
you smile and nod, “can we reschedule the training?”
he nods, “yeah, let’s get something to fucking eat.”
was it cold in the classroom? yes. did you forget to bring a jacket? also yes. usually the classrooms, hell, the school in general, was never this cold. according to nezu, as aizawa said, the heating was currently out, and would be on later today.
thing is, it’s below freezing outside right now, and you don’t have a jacket.
it wasn’t till you guys were given a free period to study or catch up on work that kaminari noticed.
“woah, (y/l/n), you good?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
“yeah,” you replied, “i’m just cold.”
“why didn’t you bring a damn jacket, you idiot?” you heard bakugou say, and you turn around in your seat, semi glaring at him, “i train in the mornings with shinsou, so by the time i leave that building, i don’t need my jacket, i’m too hot.”
kirishima chuckles, “guess you learned your lesson though, i’ll give you my jacket.”
you shake your head, “no, it’s ok kirishima! i don’t need it, really.”
bakugou makes a ‘tch’ noise, and starts removing his jacket.
“bakugou?” you ask, and he shoves his jacket in your face, “no, really, it’s o-“
“just take the damn jacket, i’m starting to sweat anyway.”
you smile softly, and put the jacket on, the smell of caramel hitting you, “thank you bakugou.”
monoma was known for hating class 1-A and often tried to pick on them, and today, you seemed to be his target.
“did you hear that she has a villian’s quirk?” monoma yelled out as you entered the lunchroom with sero and kaminari, making you freeze, “i can’t believe that you’re even in UA at all!”
sero immediately stepped in front of you, trying to shield you, while kaminari tries to calm you down before you get angry or work yourself into an anxiety attack.
“what the fuck did you say, extra?” you hear bakugou say, but his voice doesn’t contain his normal anger. no, this anger isn’t loud or brash. this anger is cold, collective, calm, and precise.
“your little friend here isn’t good enough to be here, or a hero at all! she would be so goo-“ monoma gets cut off, as bakugou punches him in the stomach, no quirk use at all.
“let me tell you something, you fucking extra,” his voice colder than you’ve ever heard, and the cafeteria is so quiet you could hear a pin drop, “don’t you fucking dare think about saying shit like that to her. you understand? you don’t know what the fuck she has been through. get it through your fucking envious ass brain, you don’t get to fucking walk all over everyone and think you’ll win, because you won’t.”
with that, bakugou walks away from him and starts making his way over to you, sero and kaminari immediately get out of his way. bakugou sees you pulls you into him, walking out of the cafeteria with you, pulling you into, what you two think, is an empty classroom.
“are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft, kind and gentle unlike normal.
you nod, “yeah, i’m used to it, but everytime monoma says it, it just makes me want to cry.”
“don’t worry,” bakugou says after a bit, “i don’t think that fucking extra will be talking about it for a while.”
getting into a fight with villains was definitely not on your lists of things to do today, but you did what you could. messaging the rest of your class, besides bakugou, who was with you and finally had his provisional hero license, and starting fighting. you had no idea how long backup would be, and the villians knew hand to hand combat and were good. you felt trapped but finally won against the villain you were fighting, and tied him up. looking for bakugou, you saw the villain draw a gun, realizing what was happening, you immediately jumped in front, just as the villain pulled the trigger.
you don’t remember anything until bakugou finally pressed on the wound, and screamed for help. that was the last thing you remembered.
blinking slowly, making your eyes adjust to the bright light, you hear movement to your left, and you turn your head, facing the noise.
looking at him, you realized he was asleep with his head against your bedside. was he here the whole time?
“bakugou,” you whisper, nudging him slightly, “bakugou, wake up. you’ll hurt your back sleeping like that.”
he blinks owlishly, slowly sits up, and then registers you’re awake.
“what the fuck were you fucking thinking? you goddamn idiot,” he spoke, a glare on his face, but his tone.
his tone showed he was scared.
“i don’t remember much after i blacked out, what happened?” you asked, voice husky.
he sighed, his glare disappearing, “aizawa showed up, and so did a few other pros but i was focused on aizawa because he saved you. you were bleeding so much, and you weren’t responding, and i was scared. i was so fucking scared that i was about to lose someone i had gotten so goddamn close to. i-“
bakugou is cut off by you wrapping your arms around him, “i’m sorry. but i couldn’t let them kill you, and i would do it again.”
bakugou grips you tighter, and maybe, just maybe, he cries.
