#I didn’t want to start the semester with chem but my school counselor said it was best for my college plan or whatever T_T

[lovely-lee]

I start my first semester back to school tomorrow after almost four years since I’ve dropped out and I’m am. So so scared

[sweettodo]

Evil tutor⟿ Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader Pt . 1

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A story; [which will include smut at some point] where y/n is failing chem and she has no choice but to be paired up with the one she hates the most- her. Who would’ve thought Bakugo was good at anything besides being a total asshole?

Take note : this ‘part’ will include - slight angst [ mostly arguing ] & swearing !

Word count, 1,198

I knew I would be facing repercussions because of my actions; being a failure or a student did not get you anywhere. You hated to admit that you totally flunked a class, but at the time you put your combat first, and your most challenging class took a backseat almost all semester.

“Please. Don’t make me take the class again Mr [random name]! I’ll just fail all over again, how much time do I have left before the semester ends?” I struggle to hold back my tears, the desperation in my eyes was honestly quite pathetic. You were ready to clean bathrooms for extra credit.

“Y/n, relax, I’m just going to assign you to a tutor.” He signs, clicking the button at the end of his pen repeatedly, my eye twitches out of annoyance.

“A tutor?” I ask, my counselor nods.

“As in someone coming to my house...to teach me?” I raise my hands in almost self defense, he nods again, more slowly, almost like I’m not getting the point or something.

“Yes yes yes,” he insists, I fiddle with my thumbs, it was my fault yet this felt extremely unfair, Mr. R/n stands suddenly, he opens the office door and peers his head out, almost like he was looking for something.

“I think he’s here if I’m not mistaken...” HE? I scream internally. This is just how the fan fictions I read started. Would we have this major attraction with upmost sexual tension? My heart- quite literally gets stuck in my throat when I see a somewhat tall, blonde boy with spikey hair, oh hell fucking no.

“You’re good at chemistry? This must be a joke!” I snort, my face twists and i glare at him. Bakugo tilts his head and rolls his eyes.

“I would’ve thought you’d be smarter!” He bites back. Me and Bakugo have had our moments, we both have practically the same quirk.

Frightening enough to have one Bakugo on the schools hands, but a potential sidekick? This was going to be a very cautious, slightly terrifying four years for the teachers.

Luckily for the students and staff, the similar quirk we shared drove me and Bakugo apart; we butted heads constantly and always fought, Mr. Aizawa always paired us up for practicing and combat, we could fight for double the time a lot of the other kids could fight.

The difference between me and Mr. Bakugo was that I was able to release my arsenal without needed to sweat like a fucking dog.

“I don’t think it’s smart to pair us up-”

“Enough of the childish quarrel; and if you want to pass this class you better let me help you.” Mr. R/n states matter of factly, I roll my eyes.

“Well let’s go ugly! I have until 7!” The bastard shouts, I cringe.

“Shut it! Sweaty bastard.” I growl, swinging my bag onto my shoulder and shoving past him, walking out of the office. They always do this shit on purpose. Everyone know we hate each other. Why do they do this.

We hate each other for the most obvious reason... competition and our anger issues. As kids, he used to burn all my toys, trip me, use his fire to threaten cooking my hair off. I couldn’t get him back because I didn’t have my quirk under control; thus never being able to use it. I used to cry and cry, his menacing laugh taunting me on the playground. Until I got strong of course.

Nevertheless, I hated him.

He follows me and I stride out the school doors, trailing behind me on his phone, silently dreading the fact we were stuck with each other. I stop before crossing the sidewalk and Bakugo pays no attention to me, slamming right into my back.

“Hey!” I screech, turning around and shoving him, he moves at least five feet back and looks at me absolutely furious, his teeth gritted together and his cheeks red.

“What the fuck!” He roars, walking over to me quickly and shoving me back.

“You better watch where you’re fuckin’ going you smelly piece of shit!” Flames emit from my palms and his does as well, his eyes a dangerous red and as flames come flying towards me, dodging, I make a break for it.

“Get back here pussy!” He chases after me and I giggle, “I have to tutor you!” He shouts, ‘that’s right’ I groaned internally

“I’m not letting you tutor me!” He glance behind me as we run off towards the dorms. Running was the only way to escape him ‘tutoring’ me, not fighting.

Right as I run down the pathway to the dorms, I caught myself lacking in speed when I turn my head to peek behind me, giving him the opportunity to pounce onto my back and I instantly scream and begin punching him frantically.

He grabs around my arms and waist, preventing me from hitting him further, kids stare; not with any shock of course. This is because it was no surprise the two most competitive kids in U.A, once again, were fighting like disturbed animals.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” I growl into his ear as he flips me over his shoulder, my bag swinging against his back, his arm holding my legs against his chest. When he walks up the steps, kids spread around- away from us, quickly clearing the area like we would make them collateral damage if they came too close.

“You better shut up before I put Sero’s tape around your mouth.” He grumbles, heading towards the elevator.

“I don’t want you to tutor me, ever.” I spit, he sighs.

“You think I’m excited? I fucking hate your guts.” He chuckles, the elevator dings.

“Let me dow-”

“No.”

He steps in front of his door and swings the door open, it hits the wall loudly and slams closed, he throws me on the bed and places his bag on the table in front of the couch.

“Ew, you’re fucking germy bed! God knows what you do on this thing.” I jump off in utter disgust.

“Shut the fuck up damnit!” He shouts. Do you think I’m going to let you scream at me? And not scream back?

“You better stop now before I show you who you’re talking too!” The wall echo my yelling, he slips his shoes off and sits on the floor. I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighboring rooms heard the shouting through the walls.

“Come on! I don’t have all day!”

“I’m not doing this, I’m not letting some disgusting animal teach me- whether I’m failing or not.” He quirks and eyebrow and crosses his arm, sending me a deadpanning stare.

“Fine, leave, I’ll make sure your counselor finds out.” The air was cold as I strangled him with my eyes - if looks could kill alright.

“Go ahead.” I brush my skirt with my palms and strut past him. Opening the door.

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“Why do you mean you didn’t study last night?” My counselor grits his teeth out of annoyance.

“As I said before me and Bakugo don’t-”

“Cut this crap y/n, I will fail you right now if you do not get that grade up.” I cross my leg over the other and huff out air.

“If I find out from Bakugo you aren’t letting him tutor you I will force you to attend summer classes.” I gasp and stand onto my feet.

“Alright!” I shout, he interlocks his fingers and throws them over his crossed knee.

“I’ll be checking in on Monday, I’m sure he will be free Saturday and Sunday as well.” His voice dissipates as I storm out of his office in a rage of fury.