Not So Pro [BNHA × Reader Insert]

After classes, Y/n watched Iida leave the building with his friends as usual.

They shook their head, unable to understand his calm actions. He didn't show any concern over his brother's condition throughout the entire day. "Optimistic bastard," they grumbled, slamming their shoe locker shut. "Got me thinking about unimportant shit."

"That's your fault for thinking about it," Bakugou scoffed from behind them.

Spinning to face him, Y/n allowed their expression to match his sour one. His locker wasn't close to their's, so he must've been there to be purposely annoying.

His frown extended down his face once they met eyes. "The hell you looking at me like that for?" he grumbled, his eyes finding something else to glare at. His hands were already in his pockets and his bag was over his shoulder.

"What do you want?" they asked, crossing their arms.

"I asked you a question first, dumbass," he said, stomping away.

Y/n watched him take a few steps before he suddenly stopped. Looking over his shoulder with his head tilted back, Bakugou stared at them with slitted eyes. The lights that illuminated his back only made his red eyes appear brighter. The intimidating glow was soon followed by his deep voice.

"What internship are you doing?"

Shaking their head again, Y/n picked up their bag. "Why does it matter?' they retorted, walking past him. They pulled out their phone, quickly searching for an excuse to leave. Shirohato was with his parents for an appointment and everyone else from class was already gone. Today was supposed to be their rest day, but now he was ruining it.

He clicked his tongue, a sharp release of air pushing through his teeth. "So annoying." He continued walking, his steps sounding from behind them.

Y/n ignored him. They walked to the campus gates, Bakugou trailing behind them. It was awkward that they had to walk in the same direction even though the two of them didn't get along well.

They didn't bother turning around to say goodbye, Y/n just wanted to go home. It was a rare day of no after school responsibilities. But when they passed under the gates, he was still a few steps behind them.

And when they got on the train, he hopped in the same cart. Y/n wasn't going to think too much about it, but when he sat in the last empty seat they couldn't ignore him any longer. Their body felt so heavy that they couldn't stand to stay on their feet much longer.

"What are you doing?" they asked, crossing their arms.

"The hell do you mean?" he scoffed, leaning further into his seat. Curved into the thin cushions, Bakugou looked even more like a troublemaker.

"Why are you following me?" they continued. "Go home!"

"Hah?" he frowned. Sitting up, he propped his elbows on his open legs. "I thought-" he growled. "I asked you a question and I'm waiting on my answer!" he shouted, his face a bit red. Y/n assumed it was his usual anger, but they hoped he wasn't stupid enough to explode in a train cart.

"So, you're stalking me until I tell you about my internship?" they yelled, matching his volume.

"NO!"