Dynamight X is typing
Prompt — in which you are unknowingly texting Bakugou
Content warning — bullying, enemies to lovers,
Message!— I don’t know if anyone is interested but the quirk you🫵 yes you reader! Is similair to the Ultraviolet power of Violet Parr from incredibles if any of you were wondering what your quirk entailed :p.
Part 3
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“Wooo! Go Y/N! Beat his ass” Mina screamed from the side lines as you slid across the training grounds. It was set up like a city—tall buildings and narrowed alleys.
You forced yourself up and around hearing him before you could see him—Bakugou. The crackling of his palms followed by ear ringing blasts that sent concrete flying as it crumbled. But you were ready this time—prepared. You weren’t going to lose as easily as you did last time you both fought in the gym. A large purple shield grew before you halting the giant blocks of cinder. You could see him following close behind. His narrowed red eyes locked onto you as he blasted himself through the air toward you.
You dug your heels into the ground keeping on of your palms in a fist as the other began swiping the air and Bakugou for a moment faltered as those blocks of cinder were repelled back at him. Each one that touched your forcefield became like a bullet for you to send back. One clipped his foot and sent him hurtling through the air and into one of the building windows. You grinned dropping your shield and booking it in the opposite direction to put some space between you two.
Again you heard him before you could see him and he was angry. A large blast was aimed directly at your back giving a quick glance over your shoulder to see his crazed face half blocked by his fizzling out stretched palm as it emitted a force that sent you flying forward. Your ears rang and lungs burned but you needed to save yourself from the fall—thats what does the most damage in these fights. Bakugou knows Aizawa won’t let him ever use his blast as a full force so he relies on the shockwave to damage his opponents. The tips of your fingers found themselves mid air and a purple bubble formed around you, shattering the minute it hit the ground and taking the impact of your fall as you clambered back onto your feet to face him.
He came to land harshly on his feet before you. His cheeks pulled into a snarl as his eyes found yours. Bakugou loved being able to battle you because it gave him the opportunity to prove what a weakling you were. That quirk of yours frustrated him—what a waste on someone like you. He dug his heels in and raised his palm up seeing your eyebrows hitch in slight panic. You readied yourself—you had been preparing, spending countless days with the others training your forcefield to become more resilient and now was the moment to see if it had worked.
Crackles—thats what could be heard as his palm sparked and fizzled. You touched the tips of your fingers together and readied the moment to deploy your field—not too early not too—
Buzz!
Your shoulders instinctively dropped at the sound of the buzzer going off. Immediately you found Bakugou’s eyes and he looked pissed. His jaw tight as his teeth gritted against one another watching his classmates—girls mainly run to your side and cheer for you. You survived five minutes in hell with Bakugou—more than anyone has today. Kirishima almost got his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder to soften the blow that he tied with you but the seething blonde swatted it away and stomped off.
Kirishima rolled his eyes and made his way over to you with a smile. A smile that made you feel warm all over—though so did the adrenaline and sweat. He gave a big toothy grin and placed his hand on your shoulder instead.
“Congrats! You’ve officially survived Bakugou!” His words made you giggle and you just shrugged your sore muscles with a hum seeing the blonde stomping off to the changing rooms.
What a sore loser.
…
“Hey Y/N, you’re coming to Mirio’s party right?” Ururaka’s voice pulled you from your lunch as you looked up to find her.
“Oh yeah—Mina mentioned it. I have tons of homework so i’ll see!” You replied and this time Kirishima chimed in again.
“Aw man you have to come! He throws the best parties!” He whined and you smiled with another shrug—too nervous to speak sometimes with him.
You went to respond but the ping of your phone caught your attention more than Kirishima did. You pulled it out and couldn’t help the small grin stretching on your lips. One that didn’t go unnoticed by some of your friends who had picked up on your almost constant texting with someone.
DynamightX has sent you a message!…
DynamightX: how’d your training go?
XAmethysta_: no hi? How was your day?
DynamightX: its only 1pm days barely started
DynamightX: why would i ask
You snorted at his reason.
XAmethysta_: doesn’t matter lol. Training went good
XAmethysta_: remember that guy that beat me up I tied with him.
DynamightX: bout time was sick of listening to ya complain
You rolled your eyes ready to reply when your name was called pulling your attention away and back to your friends quickly switching your phone off.
“Your quirk has gotten a lot stronger (Y/N)” Midoryia this time was speaking to you and you nodded.
“Yeah well it’s all thanks to you guys helping me train! Kirishima especially!” You nudged Kirishima with your shoulder making his cheeks tinge pink as he scratched his neck.
Bakugou’s brows twitched at Izuku’s comment on your quirk but he kept his attention on his phone waiting for the reply—your reply. But it never came and he huffed sticking his phone back into his pocket. He turned his attention back to you and felt his stomach turn off his lunch before him.
Tied—of all people he tied with you.
“What about your invisibility thing? Would that not be useful?” Midoryia continued and you shrugged picking at your food.
“Yeah but I don’t really have a handle on it. It takes a lot of mental effort and even the smallest break in my concentration nulls it but! I’ll be the best hero when I get control of it” You replied and of course Midoryia was busy scribbling this into his note book.
Bakugou scoffed at your response—you? The best hero, please. You only tied today because he ran out of time any longer and he would have smoked your ass. He was going to be the best hero.
“If it wasn’t for that timer i would have kicked your ass” His voice cleared the chattering table and made your face immediately turned sour, finding his eyes.
“Yeah? How about a rematch to prove it” Your fingers curled into your palms. Bakugou’s own palms warmed as his lips twisted.
“Don’t need to already beat your ass the last time—charity work done for the year” charity work?—he calls turning you black and blue charity work!.
Immediately you were on your feet. Your chair screeching back and falling with a thud as your hands slammed onto the lunch table. Bakugou was just as quick huffing over his lunch as you both glared at each other.
“You—Your such an asshole! Seriously what is your problem?!” You snapped and he only grinned, getting a kick out of winding you up so much. He hadn’t even noticed the plastic beneath him smoking.
“Umm—guys maybe cool your jets? Everyones starin” Kaminari piped up and you glanced round seeing a few other tables of onlookers.
“Kaminari is right! It’s very rude and immature of you both! Think of our class reputation” Iida’s scolding was the straw that broke both your backs.
Both you and Bakugou grumbled a ‘whatever’ before storming off in opposite directions away from the lunch hall. Both wanting to get as far as you two could from each other. The rest of the table just relaxed their tensed bodies and began small chatter until Mineta spoke up.
“Those two should really just get it over with and hook up” His words made everyone’s eyes widen and Kirishima choke.
“Wh-what? What is that even meant to mean!” Mina asked shocked—this was weird even for him.
“C’mon guys! Its so obvious the tension between them!” His snotty voice made them all roll their eyes and disagree.
“Yeah, tension from wanting to kill each other, not—not hook up!” Kaminari exclaimed and Mineta shrugged.
“Mmh—well, when it happens don’t say I didn’t call it” Mina chucked a rolled up tissue to stick to his head at his response.
Seriously? You and Bakugou hooking up?.
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You groaned as you stared down at the homework sheets in front of you. Pen long forgotten beside you, fingers grasping at the hair close to your scalp with a defeated sigh. You were horrible at this subject. It had been literal hours since you first sat at your desk to try and get it done—no way you would be going to that party if this wasn’t done.
Ding!
The sound of your phones notification made you perk up, wondering when you had taken it off silence from its discarded location in a nook above you. You grabbed at it and swiped up seeing a familiar name across your screen.
DynamightX has sent you a message!
DynamightX: oi u dead or somethin?
XAmethysta_: why? Would u miss me if i was?
Bakugou sat with his back against his head board and snorted. What a dumb question—obviously? If you died people would miss you—maybe that included him. You instead sunk back in your seat and scrolled up remembering
DynamightX: nah be glad to get rid of you. Headache u are.
XAmethysta_: rude. I’ll just go back to ignoring u then.
DynamightX: no u won’t. Whats got ya so busy from replying to me earlier.
Your lips curled into a small smile. One thing this boy hates is being left on read.
XAmethysta_: homework like loads of it.
Bakugou snorted—homework? Seriously, for almost four hours?.
DynamightX: homework? You can’t be that dumb.
XAmethysta_: dumb?! I’m not dumb i just have a lot of it plus its my worst subject :p
DynamightX: send me a photo see if i can help u add 2 and 2 together.
You rolled your eyes at his teasing and pulled your camera up, snapping a quick photo and hitting send not even realising the U.A symbol that you forgot to crop out. You both still hadn’t shared much of your personal lives together—even though you talked so much. You both sort of set up unconfirmed boundaries—no names, locations all those things.
Bakugou sat up in his bed with a jolt as he stared at the symbol of his school on your homework sheet. You went to his school—you. He could have walked by you in the hall, lined up for lunch beside you. You could even be in his class!. He scanned the photo for any other hints of who you could be but nothing, just the back of a wooden desk and that sheet.
He had done this exact homework earlier. He got up from his bed and moved towards his desk pulling the sheet from his book-bag and laying it on his own desk—hesitant.
DynamightX: u have all week y u trying to do it tonight?
Would you be going?—To the party. He wanted to know.
XAmethysta_: becuzzzz i have a party tomoro! And if I don’t get it done I can’t go!
Bakugou chewed on his bottom lip feeling entirely split in two as he pulled his camera up and snapped his completed homework—finger hovering over the send button. He sighed and pressed it quickly as if it was hot to touch. It was your turn to sit up with shock as you stared at the exact copy of your homework he had just shared with you.
He goes to your school—have you passed him in the hallway? Sat near him during lunch?. You immediately began furiously typing a reply—multiple. Bakugou’s phone pinged sporadically with notifications from you.
XAmethysta_: oh my god!
XAmethysta_: we go to the same school! Omg
XAmethysta_: hey! Reply what is your name!
XAmethysta_: who r u! Pleaseee u have to tell me!
You were jittery with excitement. You hadn’t even guessed his quirk having pretty much given up and instead teasing he had no quirk but this just confirms it—well he could still be quirk-less if je wasn’t attending the hero course like you. Bakugou did not share your excitement instead he felt dread. He didn’t like a lot of people—nor did he know a lot especially those who weren’t in the hero course. Why pay attention to anyone who couldn’t keep up with himself?.
What if he already didn’t like you? What if you were someone in his class?!. The thoughts going through his mind made his nose curl and brows knit together. His phone still pinging from more messages from you. He sighed.
XAmethysta_: hellooo! You have to tell me who u r!.
DynamightX: No.
XAmethysta_: what?! What do u mean no.
DynamightX: i mean no don’t tell me ur too dumb to not know what no means.
XAmethysta_: shut up ik what no means. Why won’t u tell me.
DynamightX: u tell me who u r first.
This made your fingers halt their movement on your keyboard—suddenly feeling jittery from nerves too. You were hesitant of telling him who you were. What if he knew you? What if he didn’t like you in real life?. What if you didn’t like him?—that would be hard you liked basically everyone you knew—forgetting about that blonde boy who shares a class with you.
DynamightX: thats what I thought.
You rolled your eyes almost hearing the attitude through the screen. You puffed your cheeks with a sigh and began typing again. A new idea having popped into your head.
XAmethysta_: if u r in my year and totally not some creepy old man…
DynamightX: HOW MANY TIMES. I’M NOT SOME WIRD PERV!.
You snorted at the capital letters and spelling mistake. He hated you teasing that he was some weird old man pretending to be a student.
DynamightX: weird*
XAmethysta_: well if ur not that…I take it u know about Mirio’s party.
DynamightX: obviously
XAmethysta_: then why don’t we meet there!
It was perfect in your mind. A big party where you could get a little liquid confidence to help meet this boy and if it went bad all your friends would be there. Bakugou’s brows raised slightly at your proposition—not a bad idea for once. He quickly began typing a reply.
DynamightX: ok sounds good.
XAmethysta_: great! So who r ur friends!
He rolled his eyes—of course you would ask questions to try and figure out his identity. He didn’t want to tell you—partly because what if he didn’t like you but also what if you didn’t like him?. He was an ass. He knew his personality clashed a lot with other people but with you he didn’t feel a need to keep up the harshness so much and thats kept you around so far. Would you still stay if you met him? Especially if you were in the hero course. He is a jerk to anyone not in 1-A.
DynamightX: u can wait till the party. Hurry up n do ur homework loser
You replied back with an emoji sticking its tongue out and began to copy almost all his answers onto your sheet. You couldn’t get them all right—for sure your teacher would become suspicious at your overnight transformation in the class.
With that finished you headed to bed—quickly sending a good night text to him and rolling over to hopefully get some sleep, feeling excited at what tomorrow would bring.