Determined [Tsuyu Asui X Fem! Reader]

Chapter Fifteen

"Where have you both been?" Momo demanded, shaking you violently. You were too dizzy to answer Momo's question.

Tsu stopped her, holding you against herself defensively. "We were at the beach."

You nodded. With a smile, you added, "yeah, sorry to worry you guys. I should've sent a message to you, Yaomomo. It's my fault."

Momo sighed. She dismissed you both, and Tsu pulled you over into an empty hallway, devoid of any people.

"Ōtā-chan, it's not your fault." She frowned, the first intentional show of emotion from Tsu you'd ever seen. "I'm sorry for getting you yelled at by Yaoyorozu."

"Tsu," you murmured. "But it is. I suggested we go even later in the first place."

There was a short silence. It was then that you realized that Tsu had you pinned to the wall, but she was shorter than you (as you stood at five feet and one inch, a two inch difference.) You pursed your lips, but were soon met with another pair. Tsu had pressed her lips against yours in a kiss.

At first, you were surprised. Then you submitted, returning the soft, tame kiss. When you pulled away, the magic was taken. A lost piece that had been restored was stolen again.

"See you around, Y/N. I'll see you in class tomorrow."

You waved Tsu goodbye, keeping your composed exterior, and went back to your dorm. You broke down into a blushing mess.

OH MY GOD TSU KISSED ME I KISSED TSU HOLY HEAVEN GOOD LORD THANK YOU JESUS OR THE OTHER PRIMORDIAL BEING UP IN THE SKY! You squealed internally, freaking out. In an amazing way.

After a bit more excited internal babbling, you snuggled into bed.

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You woke up to another nightmare. With a sigh, you got out of bed, dressed in uniform, and fed your animals before heading downstairs and finding breakfast in the form of cereal.

Kaminari, the electric boy, entered the kitchen and greeted you with a cheerful, absentminded smile. "Good morning Ōtā!"

You waved at him, returning the gesture in a more mellow manner. "Hello, Kaminari." You continued to eat your cereal, sipping the milk out of the bowl and taking it to the sink to be washed. As you passed the electric "Pokémon", he whispered,

"Your secret is safe with me."

You leapt about five feet backwards. "What secret? Kaminari, what the hell? Who? What? Noooooo no no no! There are no secrets here!"

He doubled over laughing. "You know, what happened last night near your dorm rooms? I thought you noticed me walking by!" said Kaminari, his laughter subsiding.

"Okay, but pleeeease don't tell anyone! I haven't decided if I like girls or boys or both yet, so don't say anything unless I say that you can, alright?" You pleaded.

Kaminari smiled. "Of course dude! I'll always help a friend in need! If ya' need a hand, I'll be here all week. I just need a couple favors from you, especially." His mouth curved into a sly smile.

"What do you need?"

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"Sure, I'll help you with your homework after school!" You agreed. "Though I may not be the absolute best person to ask. I can hook you up with Yaomomo, she'll set up a study group probably."

"OH MY GOD THANK YOU!" He cried, tears of relief falling from his face. You laughed.

"No problem, Kaminari!" You glanced at the time. "Oh shoot, we have to go or we'll be late!"

You grabbed your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder before dashing out the door. Kaminari wasn't far behind.

Thankfully, you reached your seat before the bell rang out. Your new sensei, Aizawa, rolled in. Like, literally rolled in, wearing a yellow sleeping bag. You watched as he slowly unzipped the bag and got in front of the class, taking attendance. He then began to teach you a multitude of things, ranging from a basic high school education to an announcement that you would be sparring with each other in a bowl-like manner.

You were excited to learn about your class in a friendly sparring match. Then he assigned partners, matching you with a kid named Katsuki Bakugou first. You knew who he was.

He glared at you with such intensity that you considered forfeit, but you couldn't do that. Even if people described him as the hotheaded explosive kid, you would figure out a way to beat him.

You met on the battlefield. His glare continued to seat through you, but you returned the same expression. He seemed unfazed, which was a downside for you.

"BEGIN!" Aizawa shouted.

Bakugou ran at you, sweat beginning to form on his body. It was a pale yellow, which was odd for sweat. He screamed, and a full blown explosion occurred, causing a well amount of smoke to shield his position.

Well played, Bakugou. But you just exploited your own quirk's secret. You summoned a great deal of water from a sink in a nearby bathroom, displaying it around you and sneaking through the smothering smoke.

You see, from seventh grade science class, you learned that nitroglycerine was soluble when introduced to water, so if you simply splashed a bunch of water on him to lessen his quirk's fuel, you would use your own athletic abilities and karate training to throw him out of bounds.

The only problem was that his sweat, primarily composed of nitroglycerine, was very slow to dissolve in water. You'd need to work quickly with a lot of water.

You backed out of the smog, making sure you were still in-bounds. Thankfully, you were in by only a few centimeters. With a relieved sigh, you surveyed the black cloud for the ash blonde.

By the time he'd emerged from the smoke, you had accumulated enough water to douse his whole body. Bakugou's red eyes seemed to glow in irritation, but you paid no attention and quickly released the water over his head.

Bakugou was shivering and wet, but you couldn't get to him in time to push him out of the sparring zone. You had your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, preparing to suplex him onto the pavement, but he caught you by surprise and caused a major explosion in your face.

You stumbled backward, hands covering the probably raw, easy-to-irritate skin on your face and neck. You tripped, possibly on a stair, and fell onto the grass.

"Bakugou wins." Aizawa declared, but you were knocked officially unconscious by then.