I am Destruction | Bakugo x reader (kinda)

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"That was so fun," Mina exclaimed as we were getting ready.

"Shush," I shushed everyone and looked at a very familiar hole in the wall.

"You know what's on the other side of this hole, right? A peek into the girl's locker room!" Mineta's voice came through the hole.

"Don't you even think about it!" Iida shouted all of us girls gathered around the hole on either side. Just listening.

"Peeping on them like that would be criminal!" Iida continued.

"Then you'll have to throw me in solitary confinement because you can't stop me!" Mineta shouted, "I want to see Yaoyorozu's curves, Ashido's slender waist, Hagakure's floating underwear, Uraraka's positively ooh la la body. Y/n's perfectly athletic build! Asui's awesome--"

I grimaced at the thought of him getting to look at my body again. No way, ew!

Jiro poked him in the eye for the second time this year. His scream was enough to confirm that.

"Eugh-- thanks Kyoka," Hagakure thanked Jiro who was looking unusually dejected.

"Utterly despicable," Yaoyorozu commented, "I'll have to close up this hole immediately."

"I think someone needs to accidentally kill him and then drop him in a pit of snakes or something," I glared at the hole before packing up my stuff just to notice another scar on my arm, "maybe I should visit recovery girl."

I waved again and walked away, heading towards the support area.

"Hello?" I entered the area that does costumes, "I have a request!"

Someone appeared and took my costume case.

"What needs adjusting?" she asked me.

"The whole thing?" I replied awkwardly, "uh-- allow me to elaborate. I've recently gotten a better hold on my quirk and my costume just isn't working too well anymore and it's becoming harder to use my quirk in it."

"I see," the woman nodded, "I'll create a whole new suit for you. Do you have a design?"

"No, I was hoping that you could surprise me?" I replied, "I don't think I'll be able to come up with a decent design that will help me."

She nodded.

"Alright, I understand, I'll have your suit put into the suit rack once I'm done, it just means you might have to use your pe kit for a while," she told me, I nodded.

"Thank you," I thanked her before leaving the room and heading towards Recovery Girl, "Excuse me, recovery girl?"

She spun around on her seat and smiled.

"I was wondering when you'd come back here," she replied like she knew I was going to come, "what's the matter?"

But she didn't know why I was coming...

"I-- well-- recently, scars have been appearing, I don't know when the first one did but the newest one appeared just recently," I told her, she looked at me dumbfounded before patting the stool beside her.

"May I see those scars?" she asked.

I took my shirt off and turned so she could see my back.

"That's the first one," I told her before turning around and showing her my arm, "that's the most recent one."

"Strange," she muttered, "turn around again please."

I did as she asked and flinched when her cold fingers started tracing the scar.

She was mumbling something I couldn't make out, under her breath as the door opened and in walked... Bakugo...

"Ah-- what the h-hell?!" he shouted, covering his face and turning around quickly, I grabbed my shirt and pulled it on, turning to Recovery Girl and bowing in apology.

"I'll tell you if I can figure anything out," she told me, I nodded and quickly ran out of the room, my face on fire as I did.

God, that was embarrassing, why does he keep appearing at weird times?!

Bakugo's PoV

"Deku..." I growled, infuriated by the show he displayed in class today before punching the wall over and over, my knuckle cracked as soon as I punched it for the thirteenth time. I winced and growled before heading towards Recovery Girl's office.

"That damn Deku thinks he's awesome now that he's jumping around and stealing my style," I growled before opening the door, not bothering to knock.

The first thing I see is a really toned but fit girls abdomen in front of me. My eyes trailed up the body, past her largish boobs and to the face to see y/n.

"Ah-- what the h-hell?!" I shouted, embarrassed as I covered my face with my hand and turned around.

Frantic shuffling came from behind me as y/n hurried around.

"I'll tell you if I can figure anything out," Recovery Girl told y/n before she ran past me, her face as red as my own and out of the room.

Oh my god.

She's so freaking hot.

Why am I only just noticing this now?!

No, wait, what am I noticing this? I don't like her! Ah! Fuck you, y/n! And fuck your perfect body too!

No, that didn't sound the way I wanted it to. Damn it y/n! Ahhhhh!