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𝙋𝙐𝙕𝙕𝙇𝙀 𝙋𝙄𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙎 - 𝘾𝙃. 1

CHAPTER 1 - "I Wanna be a Leader!"

summary ; 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐔 - In Grand Line High School, a man named Luffy put together an adventure club and went on to recruit members, one of them being you – what you didn’t expect was to be pulled into a series of mysteries and secrets regarding your town, all tying back to a case that everyone thought was unsolvable – the case of One Piece. With the help of your friends at the adventure club and a newfound crush, you try to solve the case together and in the process find a new place to call home.

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The bell rang and everyone moved from where they sat with their friends back to their seats. Your desk was near the very front of the classroom, directly in front of the whiteboard. Not that you minded, it was much easier to pay attention when there weren't any large heads blocking your view of the teacher.

It was your homeroom class, and your teacher just happened to be Mr. Brook. People said he was the best teacher in the entire school next to Mr. Jinbei due to how laid-back he was. Mr. Brook may be an old man, but he had the soul of a teenager. He would laugh at your classmates' immature jokes and even make some of his own.

Mr. Jimbei, on the other hand, was an old man through and through — but that was his charm. He was sweet and thoughtful and always went out of his way to make his students feel safe and loved in their school environment. Most students in the school saw him as a parental figure. 

“Class!” Mr. Brook said, trying to gather the class's attention. When nobody seemed to hear him due to their own loud chatter, he banged his cane against the floor creating a loud sound that quickly had everyone turning their head towards him.

Mr. Brook cleared his throat and smiled. “Thank you. I have a few announcements to make! So make sure to open your ears and listen. Not that mine work very well, yohohoho!” Nobody laughed in response, and the awkward silence that lingered in the air was funnier than the actual joke.

You laid your head on the desk, doodling on a piece of paper as Mr. Brook continued explaining. Frankly, it was eight in the morning and you weren’t in the mood to listen to anyone babble this early in the day. “The school rules state that everyone must at least join one club, so by the end of the week, please find a club to join. If by then you did not find one, we will put you into a club of our choice.”

“They’ll have to pay me before I do something like that,” grumbled your best friend Nami, who sat on your left. You snickered quietly to yourself and lightly smacked her arm, a signal for her to shut up. Nami smiled and shrugged in response.

“We’ll use this class period to go around and look for clubs. Pick a partner to go with,” explained Mr. Brook. You and Nami’s eyes immediately met when he said the word ‘partner.’ “Once you’ve picked a partner, come grab a paper. Write your name on it and the clubs you find interesting. You may start. Be back here by nine o’clock.”

Once Mr. Brook finished talking, students immediately stood up from their seats, grabbed their papers, and rushed out of the classroom. All of them seemed to have a particular destination in mind, like they already knew which club they wanted to join.

By the time you and Nami got up to get the papers you needed, most of the students had already left the classroom. 

“So…do you know what club to join?” Nami asked. It was obvious that she didn’t know where to start. Grand Line High was known for its large selection of clubs, and they were proud of it. Whatever you were interested in, they probably had a club for — anything from drama to spanish to anime. You shake your head no in response to her question and Nami sighs.

“If I may interrupt, I’d suggest walking around the school and looking at the flyers. If you see something that sticks out to you, write it down. Though I can’t see very well, either! Yohohohoho!” Mr. Brooke says, his laugh echoing and bouncing off the walls in the now empty classroom.

You and Nami turn to look at each other and fake laugh so that your teacher wouldn’t get butt hurt.

“...Okay. Thanks, Mr. Brook. We’ll be back by nine,” you informed before grabbing Nami’s wrist and dragging her out of the classroom. Looking around, it seems like students from every class were doing this — trying to find a club, that is. The hallways were crowded and some people were standing with flyers, promoting their own.

“Let's start over there,” Nami said, pointing to a pink-haired woman. Her uniform was decorated with red and black jewelry and ghost accessories.

You shrugged. “I don’t mind.” 

The both of you walked over to the woman who was holding a pink and purple flyer decorated with cute ghosts. In the very middle, there were bold words that read Ghost Hunting Club. 

“Interested in joining? That’s great! My name's Perona!” The girl who you now know to be Perona twirled where she stood and smiled widely.

You gulped. She seemed to be a…character, but her heart was in the right place at the very least. You wondered how she could be so energetic this early in the morning. 

"Uhm…no, we're kinda just looking around. I'd like to see what your club does, though," you awkwardly say, chuckling slightly. 

"They hunt ghosts, idiot," Nami states, pointing to the very big and obvious words on the flyer. 

You hush Nami, muttering a 'shut up' before turning your attention back to the matter at hand. "Sorry about her. Continue."

Perona's lips slightly dip into a frown. She brings her fist towards her face and clears her throat. "...Well, we have meetings every Thursday after school. Have you seen Ghostbusters? We're kinda like that!" 

You and Nami deadpan at her comparison. There was a very obvious difference between the two — Ghostbusters had actual ghosts. But as to not be rude, you quickly revert your face back to a smile. 

"We'll…keep that in mind. Thanks." You don't give Perona a chance to respond before walking off. Nami quickly followed, snickering slightly behind you.

You walked through the crowded hallways, trying to get a glance of any other clubs that looked interesting. History club, plant club, photography club, Boa Hancock fan club, Kozuki Hiyori fan club…wait, what?

"Who the hell are Boa Hancock and Kozuki Hiyori?" You grumble, looking at the men who proudly held up signs and flyers for these individuals. Actually, it's just men. No women seemed to be in those two clubs.

"The prettiest people in the school. Hiyori is a senior, and Boa graduated a while ago. Why does a fan club for her still exist?" Nami mutters, placing her hands on her hips. 

"They're that pretty?" You ask, and Nami nods. Most people would be envious, but you'd much rather stick to being a background character. Having an entire fanclub dedicated to you would make you uncomfortable.

“Well, who cares. Let’s keep looking.”

In a different hallway, far away from the both of you, stood a black-haired boy with a straw hat named Luffy. By his side, an intimidating looking man with short green hair who’s name was Zoro. 

“Ehhh? C’mon Zoro! Let’s make our own club! I wanna be a club leader, not a club member!” whined Luffy. He had his hands on Zoro’s broad shoulders, shaking him back and forth while jumping up and down.

“Let go of me!” grumbled Zoro, forcing Luffy’s hands off of him. He let out a sigh of relief and crossed his arms. “I don’t care what the hell you do. I’ll join the club.”

Luffy’s face brightened. “Great! Let’s make flyers!” he beamed. Before Zoro could blink, Luffy had already zoomed across the hallway and into their homeroom teachers, Mr. Jinbei, class. 

Zoro groaned and ran to go catch up with Luffy, dodging the students who stood in his way in the hallway. Once he reached the doorway of the classroom, he let out a huff and placed his hands on his knees, trying to regain his breath. “You little—”

“Shut up,” Luffy said while chuckling, an innocent smile plastered on his face. Zoro was left speechless in shock, and blinked. However, he quickly regained his composure and had an even more annoyed look now, an angry vein showing on his forehead.

Mr. Jinbei laughed. These two boys were his favorite in his class. He appreciated their friendship and kindness, their nature to care for everyone, and their natural ability to bring people in — both to themselves and to each other. 

“What is it this time, boys?” Mr. Jinbei asked, taking a seat on his desk chair. His desk was heavily organized. Papers that are yet to be graded were placed in a neat stack on top of the desk and a few utensils inside a cup. 

In the desks top drawer, there was candy for him to pass out to students whenever they attempted to answer a question. He was mindful, and had candies of every type. Allergic to fructose? No problem, have some chocolate. Lactose intolerant? That’s fine as well, eat some gummies. Have braces? Well, take some oreos.

“We’re gonna make a club!” cheered Luffy. Zoro sighed behind him and Mr. Jinbei only smiled wider in amusement. “We needa make some flyers, though. Can we have some papers?”

Mr. Jinbei nodded and grabbed a few pieces of paper from one of the drawers in his desk, and handed them to Luffy.

“Thank you Mr. Jinbei!” Luffy said. He turned to go sit on his desk, and ushered Zoro to join him. Zoro scratched the back of his neck and walked over to Luffy, pulling up a chair and sitting beside him.

“We’re gonna make…hmmm…” Luffy paused, trying to think of a club that the school didn’t already have that he would enjoy. “An…adventure club! What do you think?”

Zoro deadpanned. “That sounds lame,” he said, and Luffy pouted in response. What the hell is even an ‘adventure club?’ Zoro laid his head on the desk beside where Luffy placed his stack of blank papers. He picked up a pen and swung it slightly from side to side, pretending it was a sword.

“It’s not lame! Let me show you my idea for a flyer or poster!” Luffy snatched the pen from Zoro’s hand and began doodling on the paper. 

“Hey—!” Zoro grumbled, trying to take his pen back. He huffed out in annoyance when Luffy managed to move it out of the way every time.

“Let me draw, moron!” bickered Luffy, scooting his chair away from the mosshead. Zoro relented and stopped trying to steal the pen back, slumping into his seat. He watched silently as Luffy scribbled on the paper. Looking over, he saw his doodle so far — a very messy skull with a straw hat, just like the one Luffy had on right now. The skull was crooked and the anatomy was completely off, and Zoro couldn’t help the slight laugh that escaped his lips.

“What? Do you like it?” Luffy asked, picking up the paper and waving it back and forth. “I think it’s great! With this poster, everyone is gonna join the club!”

“I thought we were the adventure club, not the pirate-roleplay club,” Zoro joked, though he was still slightly serious about his teasing comment. 

“Well, pirates have adventures, don’t they? Plus, they’re super free!” Luffy said, staring blankly at Zoro like he was stupid for even bothering to ask such an obvious question.

“...Free, huh?” Zoro mumbled, mostly to himself. When was the last time he felt free? He thinks it was back when she was alive. Now, he had a legacy to carry — a destination that he had to reach, no matter what. A path that he can’t stray off of.

“Yup, free! I wanna make the adventure club a place where everybody can be free!” Luffy announced, proudly holding up the flyer in the air.

Zoro’s face softened, though only for a fraction of a second. The softness seemed to have instead traveled to his voice, because Luffy’s face had never been so shocked when Zoro said, “I guess it does sound…kinda nice.”

Luffy’s face stayed shocked for only a little while, the furrow in his brows quickly disappearing and his lips curving up into a wide smile. “Great! So it’s settled! We’re the adventure club now! You can be the vice-leader, Zoro!”

“…Why not,” Zoro grumbled. He grunted and sat back up, stretching his arms slightly and yawning.

Now, the adventure club was created — and their task, to find more members.

Dulé Hill as Burton Guster in PSYCH (2006—2014)

cruel woman

roronoa zoro x reader, fluff

summary: you have the hots for zoro, but does he feel the same?

The upper deck of the Sunny was shiny and clean; clipboard in hand as you descended the stairs to the kitchen. An itemized list of supplies written in neat handwriting on a piece of paper – Nami had asked if you could go around the ship and take inventory of what was needed and any special requests for the next island stop in a couple of days. The kitchen smelled like lemons, looked clean and a smiling Sanji greeted you with a simper of smile. He asked if you wanted some coffee and you said please, setting the clipboard down to go over it on the counter. He poured fresh coffee into a blue mug with the correct amount of creamer; he knew everyone’s coffee order and he was pleased when he brought the cup over, and you gave him pinch on his cheek.

The one on his face, not his ass – you didn’t need him going into cardiac arrest.

“Do you need anything for the kitchen or perhaps a special request?”

“Some time with you would be sufficient.”

“Very funny.” He had to try but then he got serious and read out a few things he needed for the kitchen. It took about ten minutes for the cook to go over everything but in the end, he was satisfied. Leaving the kitchen with your coffee, you stopped by Chopper’s office and visited the doctor for a bit. Adding more items to the list. Then it off to Ussop’s factory then Franky’s workshop. Finally, you reached the fella’s dorm and knocked, hoping to find Luffy but when you walked in – you got Zoro.

Shirtless in black sweats, damp hair, and a towel around his neck; it was obvious he had just got back from the bath, but you pretended not to care about his near perfect physique. Biceps, abs, triceps…all the ceps of his body…

“Like what you see, huh?”

He teased but you shrugged, holding up the clipboard. “Not really. Too broad. I like the leaner athletic type – like Sanji. So, do you need to put anything on the supply list?”

Zoro frowned. “Uh, no – I don’t think so.”

Staring at him, dull in the eyes, you took a long sip of coffee and inhaled contently. “Well, if you change your mind, still have a few days before we dock. See ya later.”

The man looked dumbstruck, but you left him to ease his ego; leaving quickly back up to the kitchen. Your entire face felt on fire and all you wanted to do was go to your bed and relieve yourself of a sick desire. Zoro had been flaunting himself a lot lately but maybe he wasn’t and your sudden interest in him was due to the lack of companionship. There was the option to share a bed with the cook, but he was too friendly with all the ladies, and you were a jealous fool most times. That endeavor would end up with a knife in some poor girl’s heart Sanji had made eyes at – it was best to leave that all alone. Even if you wanted to…you couldn’t look past Zoro.

Something about that broad shoulder idiot.

“Come for more coffee?”

“I’m all done, thank you.”

Sanji beckoned you over to the sink and you watched as he rinsed out the mug, handing it over for you to dry. He stood quietly for a moment until he asked if you had everything for the list and then he asked if Zoro needed anything. “He never needs anything or anyone.”

The comment slipped out of your mouth, and you winced. Sanji chuckled. “We really need to get you on land. If you’re starting to lust after Zoro, God, help us all.”

Nudging him in the ribs, you scolded him for making fun of your woes. “It’s getting serious, I walked in on him shirtless…”

“Oh, god, please stop.”

You laughed and handed over the clean mug. Sanji plucked it from your hands and returned it back to the cabinet it belonged in, turning to lean against the counter. He lit a cigarette and asked if you were really down that bad. His sincerity threw you into a laughing fit and he joined, until you reached over and touched his shoulder to hold you up. He laughed harder and tears were forming in your eyes just as the kitchen door swung open. Zoro walked in, with a shirt on, and a look of confusion when the two of you stared at him before bursting into a louder laugh.

“Idiots.”

He left the kitchen in a huff and eventually the laugher died down. Sanji wiped tears from his eyes and patted the top of your head. “You guys will figure it out, if not, my bed is always open to.”

“See that’s the problem, Mr. Prince,” you touched his tie and straightened it up before pushing him away. “I’m a jealous son of a bitch. I would have to pluck your eyes out from stopping you from staring at another woman.”

The cook smirked. “Point taken.”

….

The rest of the evening was uneventful; Sanji served dinner, everyone drank and went to bed with warm bellies. Nami slept right away but Robin was still up reading when you left the room for fresh air; a warm jacket because the sea was usually freezing during the night. Up on the deck, the ship was quiet sans for the sounds of waves gently lulling the vessel forward. Yawning, you walked over to the railing and leaned forward to stare down at the ocean. Eyes glued to the waves you didn’t notice someone moving to your side and when you finally stood straight – you jumped at the sight of Zoro. He grinned at your yelp and asked what you were doing out so late.

“I’m waiting for Sanji to finish up cleaning the kitchen so we can cuddle in his bunk.”

You were so wrong for that but the look of discontent on the swordman’s face brought on a gloating smile. He rolled his eyes and mentioned how bony Sanji was. “Have fun trying to keep warm.”

Retorting with a quip that noted all the ways to warm up one’s body, Zoro gripped the edge of the ship’s railing and glared out into the ocean. Cruel woman, that’s what he called you and you agreed. Finally realizing you were teasing him the entire time, Zoro loosened up and asked if you wanted to come back to his bunk. “I can keep you warm.”

Adjusting to the moonlight, you gave Zoro a once over and asked him why he wanted you in his bunk. The question perplexed the man, and you watched as the gears turned in his eyes, he seemed lost in thought for what felt ages but then he finally confessed that he just wanted you to. “Don’t have more of a reason than that…unless you really do want to sleep in the cook’s bed. Can’t stop you. But I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me lately, I’m not blind.”

“How have I been looking at you.” You challenge the man and his eyes narrowed, grabbing you light by the elbow. He grinned, body lingering close to yours. “Like you’re in heat.”

Pulling from him, you practically snarled at him. “You’re a real son of bitch, you know that?”

He let out a low chuckle, apologizing as he pulled you back. Words were never his forte, but he managed to tell you to stay, that he had always been driven by his dream, the crew, Luffy, but you had disrupted his life. “I’m not that damn Prince, I never cared about this kinda of thing.”  He held your hand carefully, as if you’d burn him. “I probably can’t give you everything you deserve…”

“What do you know about what I deserve?”

Zoro grew serious. “I’ll always have your back; I can guarantee that.”

Pretending to contemplate what he was saying, your finger tapped the edge of your chin and Zoro sighed. “Cruel woman.”

Laughing, you slipped both arms around his neck and he smiled, hands on your waist. The two of you stood silent, allowing yourselves time to devour the moment under the stars above the ocean – and the sound of the waves, pushing against the ship. Zoro let out rasped breath when your fingers massaged the back of his head, his entire body practically went into relaxation mode, and you laughed. “I’m not so cruel, am I?”

He roughly pulled you against his body and the two of you stared at each other, secret smiles on your faces. Hands on each other’s faces, your lips crashed just as the waves did and your heart skipped harder than you ever thought possible. You hoped he was feeling the same and by the way Zoro leaned in for another kiss – you knew he did. Breathless, he finally pulled away; cheeks red, lips bruised. He looked like a shy schoolboy and not the fierce man he was, it was endearing. He asked again if you wanted to come back to his bunk and the thought of being with him in the same room as the others made you uneasy and Zoro laughed. “Not like that, not with that cook in there too. Just sleep. I need sleep.”

Relieved, you agreed, and he took your hand – leading you to the men’s quarters. Quiet snores filled the room, drastic from the silence in the woman’s quarters every night. Zoro led you to his bottom bunk, got in first and moved over for you. Slipping down next to him, he immediately engulfed you in his arms – every muscle in his body surrounded you with ease and warmth. No blanket was needed, he was enough. With your back pressed against his chest, arms around your waist and his nose nuzzled against your hair – the two of you fell asleep instantly. Neither of you cared what the others would think when they woke up, completely unaware that Sanji would be the one to find you first. He would roll his eyes at the sight of you cradled in Zoro’s arms and the way you both drooled as if having the best sleep of your lives. Idiots, he would think but he knew better than most, the heart wanted what it wanted.

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THE SWEETEST VICE ・❥・ K. NANAMI

summary. kento nanami is a man of discipline and principle and he rarely wavers in this. that is, until he meets you.

tags. strangers to lovers, canon, alcohol, fluffy, nanami pov, mainly introspection

wc. 1k

kento often told himself that a relationship was the last thing that he wanted; that he was too busy, too tired, too dangerous. someone in his profession had no right to love another when any day could be his last. he found the idea of leaving a lover to grieve over him downright cruel.

but he hadn’t expected to become so charmed with the sorceress assigned to assist him in kyoto.

it was all cordial at first—business. but you were so chatty and bright; a gentle ray of sunlight amongst the gore and grief the cursed spirit left in its wake. there was plenty of downtime while locating the curse that left you two with nothing but the opportunity to become acquainted. at first he absently answered your simple questions, mind occupied with the mission and getting back tokyo on time.

yet unlike with gojo, kento didn’t grit his teeth and count to ten dozens of times to keep his temper in check. because you didn’t ask too much of him. you were sweet and friendly and respected his boundaries—you were insightful and put him at ease. you made him laugh, not realizing how long it’s been since he’s laughed like that. eventually, his eyes sought yours more often than not.

it turned out you two had several things in common as well as similar values; you appreciated the simple things in life that were sometimes overlooked and scarce in jujutsu society. like treating yourself to your favorite dessert buffet in kawaramachi. other times, you look to the buzz of alcohol in your bloodstream to remind you that you’re no different from the people that you save. even you, in all your esteemed abilities, took to vices.

we like to believe we’re above these things, but sometimes we need vices to keep us sane, you drunkenly said, pouring him another glass of beer. kento agreed with your statement, thinking of the carton of cigarettes in the inner pocket of his jacket. he put the glass to his lips, sneaking a glance at the delicate slope of your throat as you gulped down your drink. vices don’t always have to mean that we’re weak-willed. it’s what makes us human. want some of my fried chicken, nanami? that was at the izakaya on the final night of your mission.

it’d been a long time since kento felt he could let down his guard (somewhat) and find comfort in the presence of another person. then again, he thought, who wouldn't find solace in someone as lovely as yourself?

the assignment went well, he thinks. even now, kento can barely recall that mission aside from the curve of your smile, the sound of his name on your lips, the longing he felt when it was all over, and that conversation about vices.

he’d like to say that his mind was plagued with thoughts of you, but it was less curse and more like blessings and grace.

and when you met again during the exchange event, you were straightforward and asked him out for a drink. a date. kento declined after half a second of hesitation—he respects you and your abilities, but he’s not interested in dating or relationships. he was firm and ignored the tightness in his chest at the disappointment in your eyes, the way you wilted just slightly. but you smiled and took it in stride, brushing off the rejection. it only made him want you more.

kento had only a handful of regrets in his life; turning you down was an immediate regret because it left him feeling void of a wonderful thing he’s never even experienced. and the conversation about vices circled around in his mind like koi fish in a pond. vices, vices, vices. it's only human to have them, right?

telling himself that you'd be nothing but a vice, a way to take the edge off, he sought you out once more. it's not a relationship and it never would be.

that was only true for a few weeks before he found himself fully caught in your web of silk gossamer. kento was ensnared; and he soon felt that no other man was worthy of your kindness, your tenacity, your affection. your body. even he didn't feel worthy, most days—but he'd prove himself every single day, as long as you'd have him.

so dating kento goes like this—

while you two agreed on alternating weekends spent together between tokyo and kyoto, more often than not it’s him making the journey. he insists on it, saying he doesn’t mind. he’s probably the most thoughtful boyfriend you’ve ever had; every date feels like the first.

flowers are sent to your apartment every few weeks, as well as baskets of fruits that are in season. tiramisu from popular patisseries with hours long waits and certificates to renowned spas in kyoto.

kento cooks for you on most nights together, allowing you to refill his wine glass and fill the silence with your lovely voice and laugh. he pulls you onto his lap for dessert, swiping his finger over the frosting of a cake slice and slipping the digit through your plush lips.

he washes your hair while showering together, humming a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. you, meanwhile, show him how wonderful life can be for people like you both. that it's not all work and death.

there's small hands cupping his face to give him morning kisses. there's the caprise sandwich served to him on a warm afternoon, made with the bread from his favorite bakery. there's the first edition of haibara's favorite manga that you spent months looking for, nestled inside a birthday gift bag. there's the scent of your perfume lingering on the lapels of his jacket. there's the little white stick, wrapped in a clear sandwich bag, that you're holding out to him with a shy, excited smile.

everything in his life has led him to this moment; to the two red lines facing up at him.

reupload from my old account! originally an answer to an ask on what it’s like dating nanami. <3

Bakugo falling for a 'popular' girl.

Sometimes Bakugo felt stupid for falling for you. Not that there was anything wrong with you, or that you weren't up to standard. Quite the opposite. Quite frankly, you were out of his league.

You were one of those crazy pretty Management Course girls that had boys and even girls falling at your feet. You were so used to being hit on and flirted with, it was like you were desensitised to it.

He'd held open the cafeteria doors for you one afternoon, much to the amazement of his friends. They gawked as he stood near the door, holding it open for you and one of your friends, and instead of receiving some blushy words of appreciation, you just muttered a dismissive thanks and walked through without sparing him a glance.

He stood there for the next few minutes, fists clenched by his side, head turned down with wide eyes and red cheeks, whilst Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero guffawed.

Then he looked back up in your direction, and watched as some random boy literally ran over to pull out your seat for you, and another had even gone to get your food tray so you wouldn't have to.

He paused.

Was that what he was competing with?

How would you ever notice him if every other boy in school practically worshipped the ground you walked on?

He began brainstorming, with the help of Kaminari, because he was considered to be the more romantic one of his friends.

"You just keep proving why I was right to call you Dunce Face!" Bakugo yelled at his blonde friend, cursing at and dismissing every single idea he'd been given.

"I think Kami's actually got some good stuff, Bakugo. You're just picky." Sero defended.

But of course Bakugo was picky. This was you! He'd watched you, studied you, despite how creepy that sounded. He knew the things you'd scoff at and scorn, and he knew the things you wouldn't even bat an eyelash at.

"You're all idiots!" He yelled at them and stalked over to his room, slamming his door shut behind him and pacing the space.

It was later that evening, that Kirishima had pulled him aside and told him to just be forward with you.

"Just go talk to her. Like, actually talk. Not opening the door, or pulling out her chair and expecting her to fall at your feet. It doesn't work that way."

Bakugo contemplated it, turned the idea over and over in his head. He nodded at Kirishima's words, deciding that would be what he would do.

He wasn't some blushy boy that couldn't get any words out once in your presence, and he wasn't some entitled brat that thought he deserved your favour for doing the bare minimum.

He was better than all those idiots. And he'd show that.

The next day at school, he caught you on your way to lunch, stopping you and asking for your time.

"Sorry," you began, your pretty, fake smile making its way to your lips as you looked at him. "But I'm really in a hurry right now. Maybe later?" You said softly.

He knew that wasn't true. It was a tactic you used, the same sequence of words you gave all the boys so as to avoid stupid confessions like his.

But he was better than them.... he'd show you.

"Please," he said, resisting the urge to bite at his lips at how uncharacteristic of him this was. "I just- I want to ask you something."

You sighed softly, looking at the girls by your side and urging them to walk forward. They did, but not before offering Bakugo sympathetic smiles, as though they knew you'd reject him, as though they knew he'd come out of the conversation with a broken heart.

"What is it?" You said to him, one hand on your hip and your weight on one leg. "I really don't want to miss lun-"

"One date." He blurted out quickly, wanting to go through with it before any nerves caught up with him. He wasn't used to this; asking girls out, flirting, courting. He'd never participated in the stupid, juvenile acts of romance with his peers, when everyone was just realising that the opposite sex wasn't all that disgusting.

He didn't know how to do this, but he wanted you, badly.

"A date, huh?" You said with a slight smirk, pushing away the strands of hair that had fallen over your forehead.

You could admit the blonde haired boy standing before you was attractive, very much so; with wide shoulders and bulky arms, and a sharp jaw and intense red eyes.

That, and he was Katsuki Bakugo. A student notorious for his refusal to indulge in romance with his peers, considering himself above it, and finding the whole ordeal to be a distraction from his goals. That driven, obtuse boy was standing here asking you for a date.

It swelled your ego just a bit.

He nodded. "One date. I-"

"You do realise that you asking me for a date doesn't exactly make you stand out from all the other boys." You cut him off with bored eyes.

He almost gapes at you.

"They all do this, ask me out cause they think they're better, or different from the ones that hold the door and pull out my chair. I reject them. All of them. Why shouldn't I reject you, Bakugo?" You ask.

He steels his resolve, taking a step to you, almost dwarfing you in his height and mass. He's big, and he knows it.

"You know my name. Do you know the names of those shitty idiots that drool over you?" He raised a brow.

You scoffed. "Even if-"

"You should know that I'm never one to play games. I don't believe in wasting my time. I want to spend it with you..., because I like you. Even if I don't know you all that much, Yn. One date. Let me prove it. That I'm worth it."

You stayed silent for a moment, a little smile tilting your lips upwards. "A restaurant date... cause you're making me late for lunch. So the good stuff will be gone."

He chuckled softly, the sound rich and throaty. "I'll give you anything you want, Yn."

You smiled at that. "Really?" You teased.

He took another step to you. You could smell his cologne now, could see some of the little blemishes on his pale skin.

"I'll give you everything. Whatever you desire."

You nodded smugly. "I like that. Good."

"So...?"

"When's the day?" You smiled up at him coyly.

"Saturday. I'll pick you up at 8?"

You nodded. "Alright then. See you Saturday, Bakugo." You offered him a small wave as you walked past him, making your way into the cafeteria.

“i was wondering if i could have your instagram?”

your heart hammered against your chest as the anticipation weighed down on your shoulders as you stood in front of the confused boy in front of you.

“ah… i’ll have to get back to you on that.” iwaizumi replied quietly as your stomach dropped.

“oh… okay then thanks anyway!” you forced a friendly tone out to mask the utter humiliation and upset that had washed over your mood entirely upon the few words the dark haired boy offered.

the rest of the class was a blur to you. you spent majority of the time staring blankly ahead of you to face the backs of forgettable classmates heads. the only classmate that mattered to you in this particular class had rejected you just before the teacher walked in so from this moment on you had no motivation to pay attention or look forward this class.

the end bell rang and you mindlessly threw your belongings into your bag before dragging yourself through the halls to your locker to collect the rest of your belongings and head home. you didn’t even bother to wait for your friends, no. they could wait until you were in the comfort of your own home to hear you scream over the phone how embarrassed you were as a result of the rejection over something as casual as asking to be instagram buddies.

‘what sort of loser gets rejected for that?’ you almost had to laugh it was so stupid. ‘whatever.’ you thought as your feet carried you to the front gates of the school. you’d have to apologise to your friends in advance before blowing up the groupchat with your over dramatic tendencies but a little tlc from your friends was needed at this vital milestone of your life; your first ever rejection.

upon the endless string of thoughts running through your mind as you walked, you failed to pick up on the voice that had been calling after you repeatedly from behind you. you tended up at the feeling of someone gently tugging on your sleeve out of nowhere but that surprise was nothing compared to the surprised you felt upon seeing the culprits gaze.

“iwaizumi?” you asked as your classmate caught his breath. “you on a mission or something?” he huffed a little as you frowned. “yes. a mission to get home, so see ya!” you replied quickly as your pace in walk picked up again.

before you could march off, a hand tugging on the strap of your bag stopped you before you could flee the scene which happened to include the last face on earth you wanted to see right now. “before you run off again,” he started before pulling his phone out his pocket. “my instagram. you said you wanted it?”

you looked at the device in his hands with confusion. zero followers, zero posts, zero following and a cute yet handsome photo of iwaizumi in place of the profile picture icon. “i didn’t have one earlier when you asked, so i made one during that class so you could add me.” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from you as you fought the urge to pounce on him and bite him.

‘he’s so fucking cute.’

you tapped your own handle into his phone and followed yourself before grabbing your own phone to immediately follow him back. a weird sense of pride came over you seeing his follower and following go up by one and that one being you.

“you didn’t have to do that.” you insisted as you handed his phone back to him. “nah, i should’ve made one ages ago but i just never got around to it.” he admitted, the heat on his face finally calming down. “but now you can message me if you ever need anything… or if you just wanted to you know, talk?“ he muttered as the urge to bite the shit out of this man piqued once more.

“i’ll definitely message you if i need anything or if i want to talk but you can do the same too!” you hummed as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“i’ll keep that in mind.” he smiled before turning around to walk away. “please do.” you shot back before turning to make your own way home. offering a quick exchange in waves you marched home ready to text your groupchat about what had just happened until you felt your phone vibrate.

‘@iwa.hajime has sent you a message: see you tomorrow :)’

on second thought. maybe your group chat could wait.