Love and Hate (Bakugo x Aizawa's Daughter)

3- Phacelia

 3rd person's POV

Compared to hero training, normal subjects like literature were boring. The students in 1-A wore expressions of utter boredom on their faces.

The sound of the bell roused Ran from her nap. Blinking groggily, she reluctantly joined her classmates as they called her over to join them for lunch.

The cafeteria was packed with students from all courses, creating a bustling and noisy atmosphere. Clusters of people sat together, engrossed in conversation or devouring their meals. The tables were filled to capacity.

"It's too loud," mumbled Ran, a future hero in the making. Kirishima kindly took everyone's lunch orders since he was at the front of the line.

They all gathered at a table, chatting and laughing, but Ran found herself lost in her own thoughts.

"So, Ran, what's it like having Mr. Aizawa as your father? No offense, but living with him must be like hell," Kaminari asked curiously.

"Ra--"

"Sorry, what were you saying?" Ran interrupted Kaminari, her mind preoccupied.

"Oh, I was just asking about Mr. Aizawa as a dad."

"Meh, he might come off as harsh, but he's actually quite sweet. He should be nominated for 'Best Dad of the Year,'" Ran replied, causing her classmates to look at her in awe.

"I'm going to wash my hands. I'll be back in five minutes." With a nod from her friends, Ran got up from her seat.

Ran's POV

I cursed myself inwardly. Focus, Ran, focus. You can sleep when you get home. Turning the corner, I collided with someone who didn't budge an inch. Ouch.

"Watch where you're going, avatar," Bakugo's voice resonated with a slight tremor of anger, pushing me away.

Couldn't he be a bit more gentle?

For a moment, our eyes locked, and then I took a deep breath. "No one told you to appear in front of me."

His jaw clenched. Without saying another word, he walked past me, purposely brushing his shoulder against mine.

Asshat

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We returned to the classroom.

"I'M ENTERING THE ROOM LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" Uncle Toshi shouted, forcefully pushing the door open and striding into 1-A, his usual bright smile on display. The entire class erupted into fangirling, including Bakugo, who seemed genuinely excited.

A normal person would make that statement. I guess I'm just abnormal.

"WE'RE GOING TO HAVE BATTLE TRAINING!! CHANGE INTO YOUR HERO COSTUMES!"

Finally, some hero training.
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We all gathered on Grounds B, a specially designed training facility for combat training.

I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny of a certain purple-haired individual. He leaned closer, his eyes scanning every inch of me. It was disgusting.

Turning around, I decided to confront him and put an end to his nasty gaze. "Hey, Grape, do you want to get beaten up?" I spoke sternly, trying to maintain my composure.

"Hu- No, I'm just admiring your beauty," Mineta stammered, backing away as he gulped nervously.

Just as I was about to deliver a swift kick to his sensitive areas, a loud voice interrupted, Asshat.