ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ 𐀔 "For your dreams, lightswitch."
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a nightmare-ish girl and an explosive boy try not to kill each other as they become heroes in their own stubborn ways and... lovers? What the fuck?
slowburn katsuki bakugo x teasing!oc
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𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬
The feeling of being ignored weighed heavily on her chest, especially because it was from one of the few people she was so close with.
She wondered what was wrong but couldn't stop training for the U.A. Festival during the two weeks they had.
Surprisingly enough, Bakugo didn't cut her off after their first training session; though, she assumed it was because of what had brought her there in the first place. He needed someone to train with, and she was being used like a literal punching bag.
That's not to say she wasn't getting better, but she couldn't claim to know much about fighting before that. Bakugo didn't exactly teach her or show her how to do anything. Asumi was simply picking things up as they went along, hoping for the best.
Thankfully, despite the challenge, she could safely say her efforts weren't entirely fruitless.
They had to prepare for anything since they wouldn't know the actual events until the day of. This meant a lot of different types of training, but Asumi found herself showing up at Bakugo's backyard the same time every night for the physical brawling sessions.
It was like clockwork: Wake up, go to school, train, go home.
With Bakugo refusing to take a break, not even for a day, and never focusing on just one aspect of training, she was forced to adopt the same determination to be ready—though he was no doubt aiming to be the best.
Unlike the others, she focused solely on her physical training while ignoring the shadow poking and prodding for her attention, as always.
With so many doubts swirling in her mind alongside the never-ending routine, the morning of the festival arrived sooner than she had hoped.
Asumi was further disappointed when she had to walk right past the sweets cart on her way into the stadium at U.A., which had been transformed overnight. Vendors lined the walkways, decorations were everywhere, and signs directed students to the stages where their respective events would take place. Even pro-heroes roamed the grounds, increasing security unlike the others, who were there to scout.
Knowing there was probably an overwhelming crowd outside, Asumi was somewhat thankful to be in a waiting room. Less thankful, however, was that she had to share it with her entire class, which was as loud as ever. The headache forming around her temple wasn't helping either. It was annoying, really.
Asumi sat by herself with her eyes closed in a remarkably uncomfortable metal chair, surrounded by the rest of her class. Some had taken seats, others were finishing dressing in their P.E. uniforms, and a few were chatting—all of it she tried to ignore.
Her chest rose slowly as she inhaled deeply, watching the little swirls of color beneath her eyelids.
How did that work? Was it the light in the room that created those weird colors that swirl and move like a kaleidoscope? Maybe it was the light right before she closed her eyes?
