The Heiress (MHA x Reader)

Chapter 19 - Training Camp

"You all packed for the trip?" You managed between heavy breaths, bent slightly at the waist with your hands on your knees, sweat clinging to your spine beneath your shirt. 

Training with Bakugo was, unsurprisingly, brutal. Which was exactly why you asked to train with him before class. If you were going to get stronger, you wanted to learn from the best, or at least the most explosively effective. 

He hadn't gone easy on you, not for a second. And you hadn't expected him to.

His sharp eyes had picked up on your reflexes right away, how fast you moved, how quickly you responded. But he also saw through them. 

"Reflexes don't mean shit if they're predictable," he'd muttered as he sent another blast toward your left side. "Whoever trained you, they trained you like a machine. I'm teaching you how to think."

He wasn't wrong. Your body moved before you did. But Bakugo forced you to respond to the unexpected, to feel the rhythm of a fight instead of just following it. By the time the two of you had finished, your limbs were trembling, your lungs clawing for air, and the faint scorch marks on your sleeve were starting to smell.

"Yeah," Bakugo grunted, cracking open his water bottle and downing it in one go. "We do this training camp shit every year." 

You watched him out of the corner of your eye. His tone was flat, unimpressed, but the faint grin tugging at the edge of his mouth betrayed him.

Oh no. He was excited. 

You groaned. "If you're hyped about it, I'm definitely going to die." 

Bakugo snorted as you both started toward the dorms, footsteps falling in sync on the sun-warmed pavement. 

"First few days will kill you," he said, completely unfazed. "You'll be fine after that."

"Encouraging," you muttered as the common room doors slid open.

You both stepped into the elevator. You leaned against the wall, chest finally relaxing. He leaned next to you, arms crossed.

"You using my shower or Pinky's?" He asked casually.

You tapped your chin as if genuinely thinking it over, then turned toward him with a sly grin. "If I use yours, are you gonna join me?" 

The elevator dinged open just as his cheeks flushed, from heat or suggestion, you couldn't tell. Probably both. 

He shot you a look, voice low. "We have class in thirty minutes and you're talking about having sex in my shower?"

You let out an exaggerated gasp, smacking his arm with the back of your hand. "I didn't say anything about sex, you pervert." 

He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath, then grabbed your wrist and tugged you along toward his dorm room.

Once inside, he didn't say anything. Just moved to his dresser and pulled open a drawer. 

From it, he pulled out your spare uniform, washed, neatly folded, smelling faintly like detergent. He handed it to you without a word.

You blinked at it. "You washed my uniform with your laundry?"

Bakugo turned his back to grab his own uniform. "If you keep showing up here every night, I'm not letting you leave at the crack of dawn just to change clothes."

You smiled as you took the uniform, hugging it to your chest.

He nodded toward the bathroom. "Go. Separate showers. We don't have time."