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a-n-conrad · 4 years

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Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 5: Class Rep

[Summary: The press seems to be gaining interest in your school, due to the newest addition to the staff. What happens when they start to interrupt your regular routine?]

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It had been a little while since your mock battle and you were actually pretty confident with how school was going for you. You had made plenty of friends and it was nice to get to spend time with Shoto that didn’t have the shadow of his dad hanging over you. You had to admit you enjoyed your walks to and from school with him.

“You seem to be enjoying school,” Shoto says, as the two of you walk.

“Yeah,” You smile at him, “It’s nice to get to use my quirk without your dad standing over me. And the lunches there as so good!”

“I just mean that you made friends pretty quick.”

“I’m not quite as introverted as you, Sho. And I know you’re not exactly focused on making friends right now.”

“That’s true. I’m really just trying to show my father that I don’t need him, so new friends aren’t exactly my priority,” He says, his face getting a little more intense as he talked about his father and his goals to show him up, “I’m still a little surprised at how quickly you decided you hated Bakugo, though.”

“God, don’t even mention him right now,” You groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose in exasperation, “He’s just such an asshole! I’m surprised you don’t hate him.”

“I don’t really care about most of our classmates right now.”

You nod, wrapping up that line of conversation right as the UA campus comes into view. At this point, you had stopped being impressed by the large school building and the high-tech security features surrounding it, but that day you had a new sight to be shocked by.

In front of the gate that you had gone through every day since you had started at the school were swarms people, all dressed in nice clothing. Some were holding cameras and others were holding microphones, and as they swarmed to everyone that tried to walk onto the campus, hounding them with questions about All Might that you could even hear from that distance, you quickly put together that they were reporters.

You knew it was going to cause a stir when you heard that All Might was teaching there, but to be completely honest, you hadn’t expected them to be aggressive hounding students at the gate. You honestly thought they had a little more dignity than that, but obviously, you were giving them too much credit.

“This is going to be fun,” You mutter sarcastically before you and Shoto make your way to the gate, hoping to sneak past the reporters and get to class without issue.

“Hey, you’re students, right?” You hear, the question being shouted at you as a camera turns to focus in on you and Shoto.

“Um, yeah,” You answer, causing Shoto to roll his eyes.

“What’s All Might, like?” The reporters began circling you, more cameras and microphones being shoved in your face as they do.

“Get out of my way,” Shoto demands, shooting all of the reporters a harsh glare.

“You’re Endeavor’s kid, aren’t you?” The question causes Shoto’s glare to worsen.

“Let’s go,” Shoto commands as the reporters move out of his way, cowering a little at his glare and the sparks that were coming off of his clenched fist. Sadly, as you tried to follow him the part in the sea of reports closed behind him, blocking you in with the cameras again.

“Could I, um,” You stutter out, a little uncomfortable with all of the questions, “Could I get through, please? I really need to get to class.”

They refuse to move, only answering your plea with more questions and shoving the microphones closer to your face. You were really beginning to get overwhelmed and you were starting to panic, glancing around for a way out of the circle of rabid question-askers. Your head was starting to spin, and you were sure that if you staying in that position any longer you’d start crying on television, and that wasn’t a good look for an aspiring hero.

“Move it,” You heard the roar from past the reporters, but you didn’t quite register it until the circle around you began to break and someone started walking up next to you, “Do you seriously have nothing better to do than harass students? Get out the hell of my way!”

You look up to find the last person you expected to see next to you. Standing next to you, towering as tall as he can and puffing his chest out in his ruffled uniform shirt, was Bakugo, his glare almost as harsh as Shoto’s was when he had pushed his way through the crowd. As the sea parted again, obviously knowing that they weren’t going to get any answers out of your overly-aggressive classmate, and just as you expected to be left to the sharks again he grabbed your wrist and dragged you through the gate.

You stumbled after him, attempting to catch your balance as the blonde dragged you behind him. As you finally made it past the reporters and onto the campus, he let go of your wrist, stopping as he dropped it and you pulled your arm into your body, rubbing the sore spot where he had grabbed.

“Jesus Christ, Bakugo,” You whined, “You didn’t have to pull so hard.”

“So much for a ‘thank you’,” He complained, rolling his eyes at your complaint and crossing his arms.

“I didn’t need you to save me, asshole,” You snapped, “I was fine.”

“You sure didn’t look like it,” He replied, raising an eyebrow at you, “You looked like you were going to pass out of a reporter asked you another question.”

“So, what? You decided to help me out of the goodness of your heart?” You asked sarcastically.

“No, I just needed to make sure you didn’t say anything stupid. You’d make us all look bad if they put you on TV.”

“Whatever, bastard.”

The two of you continued your bickering as you walked to class, though you were surprised at the lack of wanting to kill each other as you eventually made your way to class. Instead, it just remained a steady level of moderate annoyance as you teased each other back and forth with light insults.

Eventually, you walked into class. You quickly split apart, not bothering with any sort of goodbye, though you were tempted to leave him with a “see you in hell”. Instead, you made your way over to your regular group, where Shoto, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida were all waiting for you.

“Did you just walk in with Kacchan?” Midoriya asks, tilting his head like a confused puppy.

“That is pretty weird,” Shoto adds, “Especially considering I was just trying to figure out why you didn’t follow me through that crowd of reporters.”

“It’s not like I ditched you for him, Sho,” You sighed, a bit annoyed at the implication, “The reporters wouldn’t let my through after you and Bakugo just dragged my through the crowd after him. We had to walk to class together after that since we were going to the same place.”

“Kacchan helped you get past the reporters?” Midoriya asks, “That’s not like him. He’d usually just leave you on your own. I wonder why he decided to help.”

“I’m sure he’s just trying to make himself look good in front of the cameras or something,” You state, “I wouldn’t give him too much credit. He’s still a major jerk.”

“I don’t know,” Urarake chimes in, “I doubt he looked good to the media if he was shouting at them to get out of the way.”

“That’s true,” Iida nods in agreement.

“Whatever,” You grumble, “I’m not an asshole-whisperer, I don’t know why he does what he does.”

- - - - -

Class finally starts as you start to cool down from your morning interaction with Bakugo. You knew why he got on your nerves, but you couldn’t figure out why he was on your mind so much. It really just served to annoy you more every time you ran into him. That’s why you were plenty glad for the distraction of class starting.

“Alright, class, today you’ll be voting for a class representative. I don’t really care what you do, just finish it before I’m done with my nap,” Aizawa announces at the beginning of class, before quickly tucking himself into his sleeping bag.

You understood his exhaustion. Your class was plenty hard to control, but you were a bit surprised at his absolute lack of care when it came to this event. Though, you supposed it didn’t really matter to him who the class representative was. We were all just students to him, and he definitely wasn’t going to give the class rep any extra respect.

Either way, the election wrapped up faster than you thought it would. You had all gotten one vote, and though you were expecting everyone to vote for themselves, as Aizawa wrote the results on the board, you quickly found out that wasn’t the case at all.

At the top of the votes, with three votes, was Midoriya. To be honest, you couldn’t say you were entirely surprised to see him at the top. He had earned to respect of the class not too long ago with his determination, and he was just honestly so much more likable than some of you other classmates. The result that did surprise you was who got second. You. You hadn’t even voted for yourself! You voted for Shoto, though, seeing as he only got one vote, you figured he had voted for you. You just couldn’t figure out who that other vote was.

“So your class rep will be Midoriya Izuku, and (L/N) (Y/N) will be your vice president. I’ll give them each a minute to saw their thanks, and I’d appreciate it if you’d all behave while they talked.”

As you both walked to the front of the class, you couldn’t help but be distracted thinking about who that second vote possibly could’ve been.

- - - - -

“God, the lunches here are so good,” You moaned, staring at your tray as you sat down at the table with Uraraka, Iida, and Midoriya.

“It is pretty good,” Uraraka agrees, “I don’t get to eat like this very often.”

“Me either,” You say, “Usually it’s just instant ramen at home, so this is pretty exciting. I know I should be used to it by now, but I can’t help it.”

Uraraka giggled a little as you started digging into the food on your plate, grinning like a child. You were like this at lunch just about everyday and she told you she found it endearing.

“I can’t believe I’m the class rep,” Midoriya groans, completely ignoring your lunch routine.

“I feel you,” You say, nodding, “I didn’t vote for myself, so I’m pretty surprised that I got vice president. I know Shoto voted for me, but I have no idea who else.”

The rest of them shrugged before Midoriya continued with his complaint, “Yeah, but I’m just not sure if I’ll be a good class rep. That’s not really something I thought to worry about.”

“I’m confident that you will be a good class president, Midoriya,” Iida says, “The class voted for you, so you obviously have our confidence.”

Midoriya nodded, but you couldn’t help but comment, though admittedly, it wasn’t entirely on topic, “To be honest, Iida, I expected you to be voted president. You have the sort of formality to you that makes me feel like you should be president. Is there a reason you’re always so formal?”

Iida nodded, before launching off into his explanation. He was from a family of famous heroes. He had a lot to live up to, and you could respect that. You found it especially sweet when he started talking about his brother, Tensei, and how he felt like he had to do well to make his brother proud.

You had to admit you could relate. You wanted to make someone proud to, though Shoto isn’t technically your brother, despite the two of you acting like it from a young age. While it wasn’t your main reason that you wanted to be a hero, wanting to make him proud was motivating too.

Just as you were about to make a comment about how sweet that was, you were cut off by sirens going off. The loud screeching cutting through the words you had just started to say. You looked around the mess hall as the people around you shot out of their seats, many of them trying to shout their confusion over the sirens and then over each other. It was loud and chaotic as your fellow students decided that the sirens meant there was a breach in school security and started to push each other out of the way in order to evacuate.

You stood and followed the crowd as they started their rush towards the door, immediately getting pushed around, being shoved into Iida, who, in turn, gets his face against the window. Though you move away as soon as you can, Iida stays, staring out the window for a moment.

“Iida?” You ask, concerned and staying with your friend, despite the constant stream of people trying to shoulder you out of the way, “Are you alright?”

You hear him mutter something to himself, almost as though he was realizing something important before he turns to you. He quickly looks around, before grabbing your arm and pulling you through the crowd a little to where he had spotted Uraraka, who looked as though she had almost been trampled.

“Uraraka, I need you to float me,” he instructs, “And, (L/N), can you amplify my voice?”

“Um, sure?” You respond, incredibly confused as to what he was doing.

Uraraka just nods, before tapping his shoulder, causing him to float in the air, just above the crowd. He uses his engines to move through the air, and once he hits the wall at the end of the hallway and looks out over the crowd, you focus on amplifying his voice so that everyone can hear him over the sirens.

“Everyone remain calm!” He shouts, causing everyone to stop, looking to him to figure out what he was getting their attention for, “It is only the media. There is no reason to panic, the only reason the sirens are going off is because the press made their way onto campus. Please evacuate out in an organized manner.”

His announcement causes everyone to pause, calming down, even more, when the people closest to the window confirm his statements. Eventually, the crowd is able to leave the room in a calm and reasonable manner. You’re relieved, having barely been able to avoid being trampled during the crowd.

- - - - -

When you all eventually make it back into class, you’re surprised as Midoriya drags you up to the front of the class, claiming that he would like to make an announcement as the class rep. You really weren’t a fan of being up in front of everyone, but you had to admit you’d have to get used to it, being the class vice president. Though, you did make a bad choice in looking around at your classmates as you stood in front of them. This was made clear when you accidentally made direct eye contact with Bakugo.

His gaze was intense as he stared you down. You really couldn’t tell if his red eyes made his glare look harsher than it was or if he really was just that pissed off at you. Either way, no matter how much you tried to stare him down, you couldn’t help but look away, unable to hold his gaze.

“I will be stepping down as class president,” Midoriya’s voice breaks through the nervous buzzing of your brain that had been clouding your thoughts since you had been dragged up there.

The rest of your class was shocked, though you were really more surprised at the fact that Aizawa really didn’t seem to care at all. Your classmates all looked at Midoriya, confused and looking for further explanation, and you agreed with them. Who exactly did he think was taking his place, because you honestly didn’t want to.

“I’d like to appoint Iida to take my place,” he continued, “After the way he handled the evacuation at lunch, I believe that he is much more deserving of the position than I am.”

You can feel him tense up next to you as he makes his announcement, and continues to stay that uncomfortable until you both start to hear the agreements of your classmates, and finally the acceptance of Iida, as he stands from his desk to graciously accept his new position. You honestly forget what you’re doing, watching Iida so proud of his new place as class rep and thankful to Midoriya for giving it to him, until a new voice interrupts the scene.

“Can we get move on to class now,” Aizawa asks, obviously annoyed at how much time this situation was taking up.

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nine-or-none-skz · 7 years

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My First And Last - Part 1

Genre: Fluff (some angst later on)

Characters: Jeno x Jaemin featuring the rest of the NCT Dorks

Word Count: 1,730

Summary: Jeno thought that everything in his life was figured out; he was popular, he had great friends, he was the smartest and strongest kid in his grade, he had a loving family. However, when it came to romance Jeno had nothing to say. He never had an interest in dating. Even though almost every girl at his school fell for his striking good looks and charming personality he would always joke about being alone. But all that changed the day that the new kid was assigned to his class...

Jeno quickly made his way to his desk. He had overslept and was almost late to class so he was in a rush. His uniform was disheveled and his black hair was slightly messy. As he sat down he heard a familiar laugh from the desk behind him as he tried to tidy up. He turned his head to face one of his best friends, Haechan.

“What do you think you’re laughing at?” Jeno asked while tucking in his shirt.

“Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never seen you so messy before. You’re going to disappoint all the girls today,” Haechan said, smirking.

Jeno rolled his eyes. He knew that he and his friends were the center of adoration for most of the female students but they especially loved Jeno.

“I don’t really care about that kind of thing anyway. It doesn’t matter to me what they think,” Jeno said dismissively.

A hand slapped the back of Haechan’s head and the smirk faded from his face and was replaced with a look of irritation.

“What the heck Mark!” Haechan whined.

“That’s what you get for making fun of Jeno. I'm sure all the girls would want to do the same," the blonde boy scolded.

Mark was the class representative, the oldest in his class, and one of Jeno's closest friends.

Mark leaned against Haechan's desk, rubbed the spot where he had smacked Haechan, gently combed his brown hair with his fingers, and softly whispered apologies.

Even when Mark had to set Haechan straight he was always comforting afterward.

"If you two keep acting like that the girls are going to spread rumors that you're dating. I've already heard a few girls gossiping on my way to class," a bright voice chimed in. The voice belonged to the boy that sat next to Jeno, Renjun. He was smiling but he seemed slightly concerned.

"That's alright. Let them talk. Rumors are just rumors anyway," Haechan said smugly.

"Right... Is that why when the girls were spreading rumors about your stupid red hair you dragged us all to the hairdresser to get it re-dyed?" Jisung teasingly asked Haechan.

Haechan threw a paper ball at the boy sitting next to him but Jisung easily dodged it. The ball instead hit a sleeping Chenle on the head and roused him from his nap.

"Why do you guys always do this? I'm trying to sleep..." a tired looking Chenle said while rubbing his eyes.

"Why are you sleeping anyway? Class is going to start soon. You should get up before the teacher walks in," Renjun advised.

"Nah. Miss Han is one of my dad's employees, she wouldn't say anything about me unless she wanted to lose her job," Chenle said, yawning.

"Oh yeah. I always forget that you come from a family of billionaires," Jisung said while rolling his eyes.

Jeno started to tune out his friends' conversation, busying himself with combing his hair with his hands. But as he tuned out his friends he became painfully aware of the girls at the back of the class that were chattering together.

"Jeno!"

"He is so handsome!"

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"If he doesn't, can I have him?!"

He tried to ignore them but two of the girls walked up to him.

"Umm... Jeno?" One of the girls said timidly.

Jeno looked up and gave them a polite smile. He was raised to be a gentleman and he was always polite.

Both the girls started blushing wildly from Jeno's heart stopping smile.

"Uhh... if you need to fix your hair, you can use my brush..." one of the girls offered while pulling a pink brush out of her bag.

"No no. It's okay. I'm not worthy to use such a pretty girl's brush. But thank you for your offer," Jeno politely declined.

"N-no problem! B-bye!" The girl stuttered.

As the two walked away they were softly squealing to each other.

Once the girls left Jeno sighed heavily while all of his friends burst into laughter.

"Oh my god. Jeno, that was priceless!" Haechan laughed.

"The best part was 'I'm not worthy to use such a pretty girl's brush,'" Chenle said while laughing with his high pitched voice.

"I swear Jeno, you are going to give all the girls the wrong impression of you," Renjun said while softly chuckling and sweeping his red hair out of his eyes.

They were all cracking up but at that moment the teacher walked in. Everyone that was standing quickly headed to their seats. When Miss Han stood behind the podium Mark, being the class rep, stood and addressed the class.

“Pay Attention to Miss Han. Everyone bow,” Mark instructed. The class did as Mark said and greeted the teacher. Miss Han motioned for Mark to take his seat again and she spoke out to the class.

"Hello class. Today is a special day because we have a new addition to our class," Miss Han declared while motioning to the door.

A tall, good looking boy with brown hair walked in and stood next to Miss Han at the podium. There were whispers coming from all the other students. But Jeno’s attention was set on the handsome new student.

"Can you please write your name on the board and introduce yourself?" Miss Han asked the boy.

He nodded and turned to the blackboard and wrote 'Na Jaemin' in neat handwriting. He turned back to the class and bowed with a perfect 90 degree angle.

"Hello. My name is Jaemin. I will be your classmate starting today so I hope that you all welcome me with open arms," the boy smiled, his smile was perfect and dazzling. A group of girls in the back of the class squealed. Jeno ignored the girls though. He was too busy admiring the new kid to care.

Na Jaemin.

He felt like he was dreaming. His heart was pounding and he didn't know why.

"Welcome Jaemin. From now on you'll be sitting next to Jeno. I'm sure that he'll make you feel welcome. Isn't that right Jeno?" Miss Han gestured to Jeno.

Jeno quickly flashed a smile and nodded. Jaemin smiled back and walked over to the empty seat next to Jeno. He got himself situated in his new seat and smiled at Jeno before turning to Miss Han for the lesson.

Jeno didn't know why but he found himself treasuring that smile.

Miss Han was lecturing like any normal day but Jeno was distracted. He kept glancing over at the boy next to him. Jaemin was diligently taking notes on Miss Han's lecture, quickly jotting down the important parts of the lesson. As Jeno was staring he looked down at his own notebook and realized he had written nothing since the start of the lecture and it was already almost time for break. He quickly scribbled down the last few things that Miss Han said but she was already dismissing the class. She walked out of the class with her books and left the students alone.

Jeno deeply sighed. He would have to ask Mark if he could borrow his notes later but for now he turned to Jaemin and officially greeted him.

"Hey, my name is Jeno. Seems like we're going to be sitting next to each other from now on," Jeno said with a genuinely happy smile.

"Seems like it. My name is Jaemin but you already knew that," Jaemin happily said while extending his hand.

Jeno took his hand and shook it.

"I know this might be kind of weird but would you like having lunch with my friends and I later?" Jeno offered.

"That would be great! Thank you so much," Jaemin said with a big smile.

"Great. We'll meet up at lunch out in the courtyard. You already had the tour of the school right?"

"Yeah. I had my tour yesterday," Jaemin nodded.

"Oh! Let me introduce you to my friends," Jeno said while getting up from his seat and walking over to Chenle's desk where all his friends gathered. Jaemin quickly followed.

The group of boys turned their attention away from Chenle's paper claws and to the duo that was walking toward them.

"Hey guys. I just want to introduce you guys to Jaemin since he's going to be eating with us at lunch," Jeno said while walking up to his friends.

Jeno introduced each of the five other boys.

"This is Mark. He's the oldest, class rep, and aspiring rapper," Jeno said while nudging Mark in the rib.

"Hey, I like to think of myself as an aggressive poet," Mark protested.

"Ha! There is not one aggressive bone in your body," Haechan laughed. Mark shot him a glare.

"The one that is about to get his head smacked again is Donghyuk but he wants everyone to call him Haechan for some reason," Jeno said while motioning to Haechan and rolling his eyes.

"Haechan sounds cooler!" He defended.

"Yeah, if you're five! You're almost seventeen now, get over it," Jisung shot at Haechan.

"That is Jisung. He the youngest but likes to insult us sometimes," Jeno said while ruffling Jisung's blonde hair.

"Can you cut it out?" A voice from next to Chenle's desk sounded.

"That was Renjun. He might seem all nice and pure on the outside but he once tried to break Chenle's arm just for fun." The redheaded boy in question waved pleasantly but went back to scowling at Chenle when the boy shoved his paper claws back into Renjun's face.

"The one that is about to get his arm broken if he doesn't stop with the paper claws is Chenle. He was born into a wealthy family and is a very well known child singer in China. I have no idea why his parents sent him to South Korea," Jeno explained.

Jaemin nodded at each individual introduction and smiled at each of the boys.

"It's so nice to meet you. My name is Jaemin," the boy said with a grin.

"He's going to be eating lunch with us today so no pranks. I'm looking at you Haechan," Jeno said to the group.

"Why only me? I'm not the only one who pranks!" Haechan protested which earned him another smack from Mark.

"Stop arguing. Just do what your told, just for today," Mark pleaded while rubbing the back of Haechan's neck.

Haechan mumbled something along the lines of 'Fine, then I'll get you guys back later,' and that satisfied Jeno.

He walked back to his desk with Jaemin and they sat down, waiting for break to end.

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