"And he says she's not his girlfriend," Mitsuki snickered motioning her husband towards Bakugou's bedroom where the door lied ajar. He peered within and found Bakugou and yourself both asleep side by side upon the carpeted floor. You slept with Bakugou's pillow hugged tightly to yourself why he slept with his head rested upon one arm. A laptop in sleep mode lied opened before you both, the parents could only wonder what the two of you were watching last night before simultaneously falling asleep one after the other.

"Even though I'm normally terrified to disagree with you so I normally agree against my will," Masaru began while stroking his chin. "I can't disagree with you for once Honey," he chimed. "Shouldn't we be concerned that his girlfriend spends the night?"

"If he tries anything dirty, I'll beat Katsuki's ass!" Mitsuki held up her first with a daring spark in her eyes. Masaru hissed a shhh while waving his arms around cautiously. Her battle cry caused her explosive son to stir.

Bakugou's eyelids peeled open to a blazing crimson and uneasy twitch, "Can't you two ever leave us the fuck alone?" Bakugou hissed, glaring at his parents of whom deserved every glare to come their way.

"In our offense, you shouldn't be bringing home girls for sleepovers son," Masaru forewarned hesitantly.

"Yeah well go tell that to Eraserhead," Bakugou growled, lying a hand upon your shoulder and shook you awake.

"Your teacher?" Mitsuki tuts.

Bakugou rolled his eyes of crimson, still nudging you by the shoulder. "He got himself hurt again and asked me to watch over (Y/n) again- AND WAKE UP BITCH HOW LONG DO I NEED TO SHAKE YOU FOR!?" You screamed, jolting awake to reality all the while clutching onto the pillow in a death grip. Bakugou snickered with your reaction, faltering as your eyes watered. "Crap are you gonna cry?" He mocked you, but you heard sentiment behind it all.

"Far from it," you wiped the corners of your eyes into the pillow. "I'm just... Tired."

"You're not even Aizawa's blood daughter and yet you sleep all the damn time..." Bakugou huffs, getting up from the floor.

"I sleep all the damn time cause of you! Don't forget that-" Your outburst were broken with a yawn that forced itself upon you. "Nevermind... I still sleep better now than I ever did with Zack's stupid anchor on my back."

Bakugou smirked, "I won an argument I didn't even intend to create!"

"Yeah yeah...." You waved shooing the boy away as he grabbed his school uniform scurried out of the room to change. "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou," your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you didn't even know they were in the room until now.

"Morning Cutie," Mitsuki waved back. The woman were always unusually nice with you in particular, awfully rough and abusive towards just about everyone else. You couldn't quite figure out why. Or was this behavior an act? Sometimes teens ask for their parents to mask their true personalities towards friends in order to shield their manliness or coolness factor. Either way, you like this side of Mitsuki the best. You could barely deal with the first Bakugou already, a second one? You might as well shoot yourself right now.

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The rest of the morning went smoothely, Mitsuki served up a rather burnt breakfast, being it was okay until she got carried away and kept insulting Bakugou left and right about his hair, behavior, and wrinkled uniform and the food got burnt in the process. You ate though, stomach losing the fight. On the way to school Bakugou went out of his way and bought you a coffee, something to somewhat fill your stomach and chase the drowsiness away for the day ahead.

Upon stepping into Class 1A, You nearly dropped your coffee. Actually, you did, Bakugou caught it just as you dropped it. Coffee spilled out of the spout, burning his hands a little. "Damn (Y/n) what got into you?" The blonde hissed, but wished to take back his words upon glancing further within the classroom.

"OMG Aizawa you look horrible!" You scampered over to his desk. The man were covered head to toe in heavy medical tape, his arm in a sling and bulky plaster cast. "You doing okay? Scratch that I'm sure you're in pain-"

"Calm down (Y/n)," Aizawa's voice were muffled behind all the tape. "I'll be fine," he sighed. You saw his tape shuffle, arch upwards with the movements his face made beneath. Was it a smile? "Refreshing to see you as always," finally a proper welcome.

"Same," you let out a shy laugh.

"She was crying about you almost all night," Bakugou blankly states, forcing your foam cup of coffee back within your hands.

"Bakugou!" You gasped.

Aizawa snickered. "Nothing to be ashamed about," he pointed out. "I'm starting class early today so take your seats please."

"Will do," you bowed down. Bakugou manually had to escort you back to your seat. You were like a robot, and a rather new one too. The robot that isn't available on the market yet because it were still in the programming phase and couldn't fulfil its purposes quite yet. Like how a robot is supposed to move ten feet forwards then turn, instead some poor programming made it go in circles. Yes, Bakugou had to keep guiding you through everything step by step by step and boy did he still have a long way to go.

You sipped on your coffee, a buzz of energy ate away at your once overbearing need to sleep. Aizawa stood up from his desk, clearing his throat. "Today, I won't be teaching anything," the students began to murmur with confusion. "Despite everything that happened yesterday at the USJ, Nezu has scheduled for the big annual Sports Festival to take place today. You all will be taking part in said festival, everyone in the school is required to take part so don't complain please and thank you," everyone began to marvel at the mention of the Sports Festival.

"Toshinori always took me to the Sports Festival every year," you grinned. Bakugou turned his head justly to hear you out. "Can't believe we're finally going to be the one's taking part in it! Are you excited Bakugou?" You squealed with an overbearing excitement, shaking Bakugou vigorously by his shoulders.

"(Y/n) quit shaking me before I bite your arm off!" Bakugou snatched you by the wrist, bit your arm with a growl similar to a dog, just for you to yank your arm back and examine the damage.

"W-Why did you bite her?" Kirishima couldn't wrap his head around Bakugou's actions meanwhile everyone else stared in shock.

"Cause I felt like it," Bakugou tuts, crossing his arms.

"But you bit me!!!" You huffed, his bite mark were shallow indents in the flesh of your arm. You could tell he held himself back, but the fact a guy like Bakugou bit you at all just made your mind go blank without reasoning.

Bakugou ignored the last comment and remembered your earlier one with a wicked smirk. He spun around within his seat, took a fistful of your uniform shirt into his grasp, and pulled your ear just inches before his mouth. "You do realize this is a competition right?" Bakugou spoke quietly like a whisper.

"Are you talking about the Sports Festival?' Your mind kept going blank.

"Yup," Bakugou snickered, "I don't care who you are to me... I'm gonna win this thing."

Who I am to him? Does Bakugou mean he really likes me and even if we were together he still plans to win the Festival? No, maybe that meant he's hinting that he likes me and wants us to get together? Crap crap crap no! (Y/n) get yourself together!!! Quit assuming Bakugou likes me, Bakugou clearly means he isn't gonna baby me through this Festival like he's been doing since we've met, Well Bakugou, I also plan to win this Festival! Hahaha! I've been watching them since I could remember, I plan to win this thing! Now everyone couldn't help but stare at you wildly, laughing like a maniac at your desk. You noticed this nearly immediately, the laughing stopped. "I'm assuming I didn't say a single thing I just thought didn't I?" You sighed as Bakugou and Kirishima nodded in unison. "Fine, I'll repeat," you cleared your throat. "I plan to win the Sports Festival to show that I'm not a villain cause I clearly have a bad rep but also because I want to... Yeah, that means you can settle for second place Bakugou."

The taunting pulled another wicked smile onto Bakugou's lips. "You have some guts telling me you'll beat me (Y/n)."

"Not really," you sang. "Cause I know you won't do a thing to get in my way," your eyes went large. To your surprise, Bakugou's orbs of crimson were as large as your own. You were right? Oh crap, I should've kept my mouth shut... I was just assuming Bakugou liked me but that just set it in stone. Yeah Bakugou won't get in my way in the Festival, cause he likes me! It just means he won't dare to fight me, doesn't mean he's letting me win.

The silence continued to linger, everyone stared at the two of you on the edge of their seats like you both were an addictive rom com. "Somebody kill me!!!" You plopped back down within your seat. Regretting just about every word you had spoken today.

Taking Zack-Bastard's anchor off (Y/n) has made her speak her mind as if there was no filter at all. Bakugou thought, easing down into his seat. I like this new (Y/n)...

And I plan to write up the entire sports festival arc for this book within one to two chapters. Look forward to it!