You didn't know much about Bakugo's fighting style.
You only knew what your classmates told you stories of and by watching his two fights at the sports festival. But the moment that horn sounded, he was the one to attack first and ever since then he hasn't stopped. Bakugo is merciless, his reaction time matched yours. Granted you were able to dodge and counter every punch and swing he threw at you; he did the same.
After a simple four minutes passed, you were beginning to believe this was a fight of endurance.
Bakugo got a grip on your wrist, but unlike when he led you through the crowd it wasn't gentle it felt rough. He pulled on your wrist with the intent to do who knows what. You licked your lips, flipping your body around, using his shoulder as a step stool to get free.
"Stop fucking moving!" Bakugo growled, annoyed you kept up with his speed.
"I think that's the opposite of what we are trying to do here." You mocked,
"Yeah, you got all the jokes-" Bakugo narrowed his eyes onto you, "-but that's all you got. You can only keep up just enough to survive against me!"
"Are you really this arrogant?"
"I can't help it if I'm this awesome!"
"Alright, let's see who can put their money where their mouth is." You stepped towards him, ready to attack,
"What money do you got?" Bakugo sneered, for a moment you were shocked. You froze in your place staring at him, his words struck a nerve with you. You felt hurt he would drop to such low levels to injure you anyway he can.
"What do you got pretty boy?" You countered, "Gonna use daddy's money?"
"Huh!?" Bakugo sneered, "What did you just say!?"
"Maybe you are going deaf." You replied, "Come on rich boy-" You waved, "-all I have seen is a whole lot of talk but not much to back that mouth of yours up."
Bakugo lunged forward, you side stepped his right hook which thanks to Midoriya, you knew was coming. Your jaw was locked as you studied him, waiting for an opening. Midoriya was right, Bakugo didn't have many.
"Ha-!" Bakugo threw a punch that sliced through the air. You ducked it by twisting your torso, wrapping around to his right side you lifted your elbow, slamming upward into the side of his skull. You watched him sway, stumbling slightly. You took that moment to get behind him and round house kick him forward. You watched the blond go flying, crashing into the ground kicking up dust.
Your heart clanged to his comment. You had ignorantly thought the two of you were becoming friends, but due to All Might and Dr. Aimi, you know friends don't purposely try to hurt you like he did.
You and Bakugo were the farthest thing from friends...you were just an obstacle in his way.
Bakugo slowly picked himself off the ground, chunks of dirt and grass fell from him.
"You bitch." He growled, glaring into you with eyes that glowed with pure hatred. Eyes he looked at Midoriya with.
"You act like I am the one who bugged you to do this." You called as he rose. "You're the one who dragged me here, not the other way around. Not my fault you can't take what you dish out." You held your arm outward.
"I'm going to kill you." He promised.
"Good luck." You retorted, "Better have tried."
"You think I'm going to let some two-bit killer beat me?" Bakugo cracked through his teeth. Your eyes widened, was that all he thought of you as? "Your nothing but scum!"
Memories of the two of you sitting at the ramen shop, running in the rain laughing as the two of you were soaked...him bandaging up your wounds... it all painfully flashed through your mind.
"I wouldn't be much of a two-bit killer if I allowed some spoiled rich kid to take me down-" You bent your knees watching Bakugo run your way, "-now, would I?"
Bakugo and you were fueled by anger as you two went hand to hand. You noticed the angrier Bakugo became the sloppier he got.
You stood inches from Bakugo; you pushed his arm sideways before it could land directly against your face. You were bringing your free hand upward, ready to upper cut him when you noticed sparks from his left hand in the corner of your eye.
Your skin ignited in a flash of pain, you stumbled backwards as Bakugo blasted you with his quirk. It all happened so fast you barely had the reaction time to activate your quirk turning yourself into air. The damage was done, your skin cried out in patches of pain.
"No quirks!" The teacher stuck coaching the fight called out.
"Bakugo!" Your classmates protested, "Not cool man!"
Their mixed voices drowned out in a waterfall of static as your ears rang from the blast. You shook your head trying to clear your vision.
You looked down seeing your left half had been hit by his quirk, your gym uniform had melted. You quickly ripped off your jacket before the material had a chance to mold with your skin.
"I-I-" Bakugo seemed to be surprised by his own actions.
"This is a quirk free zone!" The teacher continued.
"I know that!" Bakugo snapped, "I-It was just a reflex!"
You breathed through the burning pain; you would heal...eventually...
Strands of hair fell to freedom from the blast, you looked over to Bakugo who was barking back and forth with the teacher.
You puffed the few strands out of your face.
Something inside you stirred, was it because you were hurt, or how he thought so lowly of you. Did your classmates share the same opinion? Was it because he turned his back on you as if you weren't a threat?
Mina's voice reached your still ringing ears, locking eyes on the blond you turned in his direction.
"Send me to the fucking-!" Bakugo was cut off by you slamming your elbow deep into his shoulder blades as the air inside his lungs was evicted. He dropped to his knees gasping.
"I didn't hear them call the match." You glared down at him, Bakugo looked up, his face twisted with a mix of pain and annoyance.
Midoriya glanced over to Shoto, both concerned with the darkened expression leaking onto your sweet face. They knew that look; it was the same one you held when fighting against Stain. What did this mean for Bakugo?
"Is she seriously still going to fight!?" Jiro asked clearly, shocked.
"No way is the teacher gonna allow that-!" Kaminari waved, "-her arm is all torn up!"
"(y/n) might be a little crazy." Sero nervously laughed.
"It seems-" Tokoyami spoke up, "-those twos 'crazy' matches with each other well."
"I can't believe Kacchan used his quirk on her." Midoriya breathed.
"I think he is inside his head." Shoto commented, "He's not thinking clearly."
"It sure seems that way." Midoriya nodded.
Class 1-A watched in utter shock as you pinned Bakugo on his stomach, you held his arm as your knee dug into his lower back much like you had done to Midoriya in your first ever match at UA.
"Keep moving-" You calmly stared at the back of his blond head, "-and I'll break your arm in three places."
"Match!" The teacher called, you dropped Bakugo's arm keeping your face blank as you stood from pinning him. Bakugo slowly got to his feet, it boiled your blood when he didn't turn to face you.
"Not bad for the two-bit killer-" You vented, finally gaining an ounce of his attention. His face was almost as stone cold as yours. His eyes flickered to your left side; his handy work trailed up your hand all the way to your shoulder. "-keep the damn metal-" You moved forward; "-I don't want a damn thing from you." You brushed passed his shoulder, your classmates were jogging towards you.
"(y/n)!" Mina called, "Oh my gosh!" She panicked upon seeing your arm.
"Damn he got you good!"
"We should get you to Recovery Girl." Shoto suggested.
"No!" You whined not wanting to go but allowed the group to drag you out of the gym.
"Hey man..." Kirishima hung back, studying Bakugo's face. "...you know she is going to be alright; you lost a bit of control it's no big deal-"
"Shut the hell up shitty hair!" Bakugo snapped, his hair shields his eyes. "Get the hell away from me!"
"Bakugo-" Kirishima reached out, "-I'm just trying-" he said touching his shoulder.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Bakugo snapped, ripping his shoulder away from Kirishima's hand.
"Hey-"
"Just...leave me alone." Bakugo said, before turning on his heel.
"Bakugo..." Kirishima muttered, watching his friend walk away.