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Warning(s): This is set during the crush phase, probably around right before he asks you out.
There is slight yandere tendencies and stalking in this story.

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Title: Number One Fan!
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Word Count: 3,145

Classes had just ended, everyone heading back to their dorm or to some activity they had planned. You watched Deku follow Uraraka back to the dorms and the Bakusquad (as Kirishima called it) walking off somewhere together. With a quiet sigh, you decided that it would be the best time for you to go to the store and buy some groceries. You didn't have a lot in your dorm and you preferred to cook your own dinner, instead of going out to eat. That really was just due to how you were raised, there was nothing wrong with going out. It just felt right to make dinner. The dorm had a shared kitchen and sometimes you would be cooking beside someone else.

The walk wasn't a terrible one, you knew that. You had been to the grocery store many times before, though you often walked with someone else. This simply was because it was nice to have someone to talk to. You knew some people didn't like to walk by themselves because they thought it was dangerous, but you didn't mind. Nothing was going to happen and if something did, you could deal with it. You were training to be a hero after all.

As you walked past the gates, you tried to think over what you needed. You mainly bought enough to make dinner for a week, unless there was something special going on. Since you were only one person, you often had extras as well for leftovers. You would make ramen this week, that sounded good. You planned on sharing it with others because every time you ended up making ramen, it would attract others who would give you puppy dog eyes so you would share. It never bothered you, you liked to share but you just needed to account for that. What else should you make...?

With your thoughts swarming, you almost didn't notice the boy you were going to walk into. Luckily you were able to stop yourself just in time, stumbling a bit back to catch your balance after stopping so fast. He turned to look at you with dark eyes, perhaps dark brown or black. His hair was black, that was certain, and it was a set of messy curls. But, his curls weren't like Deku's, this kind didn't look intentional, more like bedhead.

"Oh! I'm sorry," You apologized, flattening out your skirt to make sure it hadn't blown up when you stumbled. His eyes scanned over you before brightening and a smile forming on his face.

"No problem! Hey, you go to U.A., right?" He asked once he finished looking you over. It wasn't shocking that he could tell, you were still in your uniform after all. You had wanted to make the trip short so you wouldn't have to worry about it getting dark, which meant not having time to change. Even if you didn't know that this uniform was for U.A., the symbol was on the jacket.

"Yeah, I do. Do you? I don't think I've seen you before."

"No, I wish though! I always thought it was so cool! What year are you? You look like you are a first year."

"I just started this year." You nodded with his question, a small polite smile on your face. You hadn't expected to talk to anyone on your way to the store. You didn't really understand why he was talking to you but you decided that it must just be because he liked the school. It wasn't the first time someone had stopped a student, but normally it was just to congratulate them, or something else short.

"Haha, yeah! I thought you looked young. I'm a year or two past that." His hand that was shoved in his pocket came out to run through his curls. He looked sheepish, though you didn't understand why. You knew that you weren't the best with understanding people. You were naive, often believing Denki or Kirishima when they were messing with you.

"Well, I need to get to the store before getting back to the school. We had a curfew and I don't want to end up getting in trouble." With a friendly nod of farewell, you began to walk back towards the store again. It was true, you didn't want to end up being out past curfew. If they found out, you would be in a lot of trouble. But, you didn't expect for the guy to catch up to you, hands shoved back in his pockets.

"O-Oh! Well, I can walk you to the store and keep you company. My name's Shinja, by the way" His eyes were staring at your face as if taking in every detail. When your own eyes glanced over, he quickly looked back up to the sky. He was trying to act cool with how he was walking, you knew that. Bakugo walked the same way, hands shoved in his pocket and looking up at the sky instead of those around him. Yet, it was different with this guy...

"(Y/N)."

"That's a nice name. So, you plan on becoming a hero? That's really cool. I tried to get in but obviously, I didn't." He chuckled, "But it is fine, whatever. Gotta just accept what happens and move on."

This continued for the entirety of walking to the store. He kept asking you questions and you would answer them as simply as possible. You wanted to be friendly, he might be really nice, but it felt strange. You really just wanted to get your food and then head back. In two hours, you had a plan to study with Bakugo. He would get so annoyed if you were late. His questions got strange the longer he was with you, causing you to refuse to answer some of them. What did this guy want? He was getting annoying...

-*-

The man hadn't left you alone even when you began to go shopping. He was acting like he had known you forever and was just a friend coming shopping with you. You were just trying to ignore it, confrontation was not your strong suit. Perhaps he was simply lonely and needed a friend for a bit. You were just hoping he would leave when you finished buying everything. You two would split ways and that would be the end of it. That was what you had hoped. Yet now as you stood outside, holding your bags just a few feet from the entrance to the store, you were wrong.

"I should be walking back now," You smiled up at him, hiding the tension you felt in your hands. Were you being too nice? Were you overreacting? Nothing like this had ever happened to you before, you came from a small village to go to U.A. This year was the first time you were ever in a bigger city like this.

"I can walk you back. Don't want you getting in any trouble."

"Ah, thank you but you don't have to do that. I'll be fine. I am training to be a hero, after all, I can handle myself. It could even be practice." You joked as if it would lighten the situation. With every decline you said, the tension simply grew and grew. He kept a smile on his face but it seemed more forced and his eyes were staring down at you with an emotion you couldn't describe.

He took a step toward you, which in turn made you take a step back. This continued until your back hit the wall of the store, the man only inches from you. He towered over you, back hunched and an arm placed above your head. This could have been romantic in the right situation but now it was terrifying. Your brain quickly began to switch into hero mode, trying to figure out a plan that would keep you safest.

"Don't you understand? I want to keep you safe, is that too much to ask? I've made sure you were safe before so why won't you let me do it now?" His breath was hot and caused a shiver to run down your spine. What was he talking about? He had kept you safe before? What did he mean by that? You really were getting scared. He wasn't just some weird lonely guy who just wanted some company, this was something else, something wrong. Could you hurt him in order to get away? If he attacked you could but you should try to get away without having to fight at all.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. I really need to be getting back." You slipped under his arm that was above you, spinning so you were facing him, "I don't want to be late. I'm sorry."

"Give me your number at least, don't I deserve that? I've been watching you since you came here. I saw you during the Sport's Festival and I couldn't get it out of my head. You looked so beautiful when you were shocking that boy. Yet, you got so hurt during that fight with that other boy. He hurt you and you need to be protected. That's what I'm going to do."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! You quickly glanced around but there was no one. It made sense, not many people were out at eight. It was getting dark outside, you had planned to be back by seven just as the sun was setting. But this man kept you until it got dark out. Had he done this on purpose? This needed to be taken like a villain attack, just like how you had trained.

"Sir, leave me alone. If you don't, I may have to hurt you. I don't want to have to fight, I really don't. Just, leave me alone, okay?" You tried to make your voice more intimidating than it was. Heroes always sounded so brave, they wouldn't be scared in this situation. All-Might would just yell at the man. Aizawa-senpai would use that terrifying voice and his scarf. They all would be fine in this situation so why didn't you?

"You don't want to hurt me, baby. I need to keep you safe and I just need you to listen. It isn't safe for you at U.A. with those villains running around. I'll take you somewhere safe, somewhere that they can't hurt you anymore. You just need to trust me!" He reached out to grab your wrist which you narrowly dodged. You knew you wouldn't be able to outrun this man with these groceries and fighting wouldn't be your best bet. That left the store if you could just go back in where the worker could see you, maybe they could help.

You dropped the bags to the ground to allow you to have full control of your arms. Luckily you hadn't bought anything that would get damaged from being dropped. You could get them after you were safe again. That was all you needed to focus on at the moment. This man wanted to do you harm, or he wanted to do something dangerous to you.

"Darling, it is just too hard to watch you when you are in U.A. I've seen glimpses of you walking around the grounds but I never could get closer. But, when you left school, I would follow you to make sure that you were safe. I've seen those friends of yours, those boys? Why do you hang out with them? They will just hurt you! They are just like every other guy in this world!"

"Come on, there is no need to fight. Come with me, I promise we will be great. I don't want to have to hurt you but if you won't come with me, I'll have to make you. It is for your own good. You'll understand that, even if you don't know. You just don't understand how much I love you." There was a crazed look in his eyes as he kept moving in your direction. He was leaning over so he was eye level with you as if that was going to help.

  He knew what he was doing. With every movement, he blocked your path to the door. There was no way to get into safety. Oh god. If you couldn't get to safety and you couldn't run...

With a grunt, you swung your fist and connected it with the man's cheek. A stinging sensation radiated from your knuckles, shooting down your arm but you didn't care. You hadn't ever needed to punch someone with full force, terror in you. You weren't holding back like in training to make sure you didn't hurt yourself. Now was a live or die moment and you were going to do everything you had to. The punch seemed to be a good one as it caused him to stumble back, a look of pure shock on his face.

"I said leave!" You shouted, this time full of fear and anger. You wouldn't let him win, you couldn't. Changing your position, you made sure you were in the correct stance to fight. You weren't really a fighter hero, planning on being more of a support and rescue. Your skills dealt with your speed and ease of dodging attacks more than fighting someone. You tired them down and then would fight if you needed to. Yet, this man gave you no chance to tire him out. This was a fight, no matter how you looked at it.

As the man opened his mouth to say something, another voice shouted out which caused your heart to swell with relief. Loud footsteps were thumping in your direction, loud bangs popping at their side. You didn't need to see who this was to know. When you saw the spikey blonde hair as he got closer, you knew that you would be okay. You may not be a fighter, but he was and with that look on his face, a very pissed off one.

It didn't take long for Bakugo to knock the man out. He trained to fistfight every day, of course, he knew how to deal with a creep who really didn't know how to fight. You may have been able to take him on, though not as easily as he had. The man may be creepy but he wasn't strong. His clothes were burnt in areas and he had burns on his arms due to the explosions he had suffered. Once Bakugo finished informing the worker inside that the police needed to come to take this asshole, he walked back out to look at you with piercing red eyes.

"Are you hurt? Did he touch you?"

"No, I don't think so. My hand is sore but that is just from the punch. I've never really had to do one out of training before..." You mumbled, glancing down at your reddening knuckles. The stinging was still there, but the pain didn't bother you. This just confirmed your thoughts of being weak. Could you even be a hero if you couldn't deal with a pervert who didn't even use his quirk? Villains were so much stronger than him...

  "You did fine with that punch. When you fight up close all the time, you get used to the pain," He spoke as he gently grabbed your arms to look you over. Even though his eyes were narrowed in anger, you thought you could see a hint of worry in them. Once he was decided that you weren't hurt, he released his grip on your arms and instead grabbed your grocery bags. When you tried to take at least one, he just grumbled that you just needed to focus on walking. As you walked back to school, you stayed close to him though you made sure not to touch him.

The sun was setting, a haze of darkness beginning to blanket the town. The two of you should be able to get back to school before it was fully dark outside. For the first few minutes, you just walked in silence other than the small thudding of your feet against the sidewalk. Your eyes trained on the ground while Bakugo kept staring forward as if his life depended on it. You let out a small sigh, allowing your shoulders to finally relax after everything that had happened.

"How did you know?" You hated how timid your voice sounded. You were strong, or at least that was what you wanted him to think. Now he would just see you as a scared little girl. You knew it wasn't your fault and yet you still couldn't keep it from bothering you.

"You didn't show up to study. I went looking for you and when I didn't find you on the school grounds, I decided that you must have went out. You have to be more careful! Do you know what might have happened if I didn't show up or you weren't able to defend yourself? You should have asked me to come with you when you knew that you would be going out when it was getting late."

"I just thought that I would be back by seven. But this guy, h-he was outside of the school and started to talk to me. He decided to walk me to the store and I just let him since I thought he was lonely. He wouldn't leave me alone. It wasn't until we were outside again that he started to get threatening....I kept telling him that I needed to head back." You took a shaky breath before continuing,

"Bakugo, he said he had been watching me. Like, when I left school, he followed me. He saw me with you....I-I never even noticed him." A hiccup escaped your mouth before you could stop it, fear filling you up. Tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You were safe now, you shouldn't still be feeling this scared.

"I didn't notice him either so no need to beat yourself up about that. He is a fucking creep and he deserves everything that is going to happen to him," He growled out when he spoke about the man, a fire in his eyes that you had never seen before, "I'm going to walk you to the grocery store from now on."

It wasn't a question of if you would like him to, it was more of a demand. Whether you liked it or not, he was going to walk you there. You didn't want to admit it but that sounded nice. You would be terrified the next time you had to leave the school after what happened, but he would make you feel safer. To you, there seemed like nothing that Bakugo couldn't protect you from.

"Thank you Katsuki."

That was the first time you ever called him by his first name.

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Warning(s): This is set during the crush phase, probably around right before he asks you out.
There is slight yandere tendencies and stalking in this story.

Art by
Title: Number One Fan!
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Word Count: 3,145

Classes had just ended, everyone heading back to their dorm or to some activity they had planned. You watched Deku follow Uraraka back to the dorms and the Bakusquad (as Kirishima called it) walking off somewhere together. With a quiet sigh, you decided that it would be the best time for you to go to the store and buy some groceries. You didn't have a lot in your dorm and you preferred to cook your own dinner, instead of going out to eat. That really was just due to how you were raised, there was nothing wrong with going out. It just felt right to make dinner. The dorm had a shared kitchen and sometimes you would be cooking beside someone else.

The walk wasn't a terrible one, you knew that. You had been to the grocery store many times before, though you often walked with someone else. This simply was because it was nice to have someone to talk to. You knew some people didn't like to walk by themselves because they thought it was dangerous, but you didn't mind. Nothing was going to happen and if something did, you could deal with it. You were training to be a hero after all.

As you walked past the gates, you tried to think over what you needed. You mainly bought enough to make dinner for a week, unless there was something special going on. Since you were only one person, you often had extras as well for leftovers. You would make ramen this week, that sounded good. You planned on sharing it with others because every time you ended up making ramen, it would attract others who would give you puppy dog eyes so you would share. It never bothered you, you liked to share but you just needed to account for that. What else should you make...?

With your thoughts swarming, you almost didn't notice the boy you were going to walk into. Luckily you were able to stop yourself just in time, stumbling a bit back to catch your balance after stopping so fast. He turned to look at you with dark eyes, perhaps dark brown or black. His hair was black, that was certain, and it was a set of messy curls. But, his curls weren't like Deku's, this kind didn't look intentional, more like bedhead.

"Oh! I'm sorry," You apologized, flattening out your skirt to make sure it hadn't blown up when you stumbled. His eyes scanned over you before brightening and a smile forming on his face.

"No problem! Hey, you go to U.A., right?" He asked once he finished looking you over. It wasn't shocking that he could tell, you were still in your uniform after all. You had wanted to make the trip short so you wouldn't have to worry about it getting dark, which meant not having time to change. Even if you didn't know that this uniform was for U.A., the symbol was on the jacket.

"Yeah, I do. Do you? I don't think I've seen you before."

"No, I wish though! I always thought it was so cool! What year are you? You look like you are a first year."

"I just started this year." You nodded with his question, a small polite smile on your face. You hadn't expected to talk to anyone on your way to the store. You didn't really understand why he was talking to you but you decided that it must just be because he liked the school. It wasn't the first time someone had stopped a student, but normally it was just to congratulate them, or something else short.

"Haha, yeah! I thought you looked young. I'm a year or two past that." His hand that was shoved in his pocket came out to run through his curls. He looked sheepish, though you didn't understand why. You knew that you weren't the best with understanding people. You were naive, often believing Denki or Kirishima when they were messing with you.

"Well, I need to get to the store before getting back to the school. We had a curfew and I don't want to end up getting in trouble." With a friendly nod of farewell, you began to walk back towards the store again. It was true, you didn't want to end up being out past curfew. If they found out, you would be in a lot of trouble. But, you didn't expect for the guy to catch up to you, hands shoved back in his pockets.

"O-Oh! Well, I can walk you to the store and keep you company. My name's Shinja, by the way" His eyes were staring at your face as if taking in every detail. When your own eyes glanced over, he quickly looked back up to the sky. He was trying to act cool with how he was walking, you knew that. Bakugo walked the same way, hands shoved in his pocket and looking up at the sky instead of those around him. Yet, it was different with this guy...

"(Y/N)."

"That's a nice name. So, you plan on becoming a hero? That's really cool. I tried to get in but obviously, I didn't." He chuckled, "But it is fine, whatever. Gotta just accept what happens and move on."

This continued for the entirety of walking to the store. He kept asking you questions and you would answer them as simply as possible. You wanted to be friendly, he might be really nice, but it felt strange. You really just wanted to get your food and then head back. In two hours, you had a plan to study with Bakugo. He would get so annoyed if you were late. His questions got strange the longer he was with you, causing you to refuse to answer some of them. What did this guy want? He was getting annoying...

-*-

The man hadn't left you alone even when you began to go shopping. He was acting like he had known you forever and was just a friend coming shopping with you. You were just trying to ignore it, confrontation was not your strong suit. Perhaps he was simply lonely and needed a friend for a bit. You were just hoping he would leave when you finished buying everything. You two would split ways and that would be the end of it. That was what you had hoped. Yet now as you stood outside, holding your bags just a few feet from the entrance to the store, you were wrong.

"I should be walking back now," You smiled up at him, hiding the tension you felt in your hands. Were you being too nice? Were you overreacting? Nothing like this had ever happened to you before, you came from a small village to go to U.A. This year was the first time you were ever in a bigger city like this.

"I can walk you back. Don't want you getting in any trouble."

"Ah, thank you but you don't have to do that. I'll be fine. I am training to be a hero, after all, I can handle myself. It could even be practice." You joked as if it would lighten the situation. With every decline you said, the tension simply grew and grew. He kept a smile on his face but it seemed more forced and his eyes were staring down at you with an emotion you couldn't describe.

He took a step toward you, which in turn made you take a step back. This continued until your back hit the wall of the store, the man only inches from you. He towered over you, back hunched and an arm placed above your head. This could have been romantic in the right situation but now it was terrifying. Your brain quickly began to switch into hero mode, trying to figure out a plan that would keep you safest.

"Don't you understand? I want to keep you safe, is that too much to ask? I've made sure you were safe before so why won't you let me do it now?" His breath was hot and caused a shiver to run down your spine. What was he talking about? He had kept you safe before? What did he mean by that? You really were getting scared. He wasn't just some weird lonely guy who just wanted some company, this was something else, something wrong. Could you hurt him in order to get away? If he attacked you could but you should try to get away without having to fight at all.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. I really need to be getting back." You slipped under his arm that was above you, spinning so you were facing him, "I don't want to be late. I'm sorry."

"Give me your number at least, don't I deserve that? I've been watching you since you came here. I saw you during the Sport's Festival and I couldn't get it out of my head. You looked so beautiful when you were shocking that boy. Yet, you got so hurt during that fight with that other boy. He hurt you and you need to be protected. That's what I'm going to do."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! You quickly glanced around but there was no one. It made sense, not many people were out at eight. It was getting dark outside, you had planned to be back by seven just as the sun was setting. But this man kept you until it got dark out. Had he done this on purpose? This needed to be taken like a villain attack, just like how you had trained.

"Sir, leave me alone. If you don't, I may have to hurt you. I don't want to have to fight, I really don't. Just, leave me alone, okay?" You tried to make your voice more intimidating than it was. Heroes always sounded so brave, they wouldn't be scared in this situation. All-Might would just yell at the man. Aizawa-senpai would use that terrifying voice and his scarf. They all would be fine in this situation so why didn't you?

"You don't want to hurt me, baby. I need to keep you safe and I just need you to listen. It isn't safe for you at U.A. with those villains running around. I'll take you somewhere safe, somewhere that they can't hurt you anymore. You just need to trust me!" He reached out to grab your wrist which you narrowly dodged. You knew you wouldn't be able to outrun this man with these groceries and fighting wouldn't be your best bet. That left the store if you could just go back in where the worker could see you, maybe they could help.

You dropped the bags to the ground to allow you to have full control of your arms. Luckily you hadn't bought anything that would get damaged from being dropped. You could get them after you were safe again. That was all you needed to focus on at the moment. This man wanted to do you harm, or he wanted to do something dangerous to you.

"Darling, it is just too hard to watch you when you are in U.A. I've seen glimpses of you walking around the grounds but I never could get closer. But, when you left school, I would follow you to make sure that you were safe. I've seen those friends of yours, those boys? Why do you hang out with them? They will just hurt you! They are just like every other guy in this world!"

"Come on, there is no need to fight. Come with me, I promise we will be great. I don't want to have to hurt you but if you won't come with me, I'll have to make you. It is for your own good. You'll understand that, even if you don't know. You just don't understand how much I love you." There was a crazed look in his eyes as he kept moving in your direction. He was leaning over so he was eye level with you as if that was going to help.

  He knew what he was doing. With every movement, he blocked your path to the door. There was no way to get into safety. Oh god. If you couldn't get to safety and you couldn't run...

With a grunt, you swung your fist and connected it with the man's cheek. A stinging sensation radiated from your knuckles, shooting down your arm but you didn't care. You hadn't ever needed to punch someone with full force, terror in you. You weren't holding back like in training to make sure you didn't hurt yourself. Now was a live or die moment and you were going to do everything you had to. The punch seemed to be a good one as it caused him to stumble back, a look of pure shock on his face.

"I said leave!" You shouted, this time full of fear and anger. You wouldn't let him win, you couldn't. Changing your position, you made sure you were in the correct stance to fight. You weren't really a fighter hero, planning on being more of a support and rescue. Your skills dealt with your speed and ease of dodging attacks more than fighting someone. You tired them down and then would fight if you needed to. Yet, this man gave you no chance to tire him out. This was a fight, no matter how you looked at it.

As the man opened his mouth to say something, another voice shouted out which caused your heart to swell with relief. Loud footsteps were thumping in your direction, loud bangs popping at their side. You didn't need to see who this was to know. When you saw the spikey blonde hair as he got closer, you knew that you would be okay. You may not be a fighter, but he was and with that look on his face, a very pissed off one.

It didn't take long for Bakugo to knock the man out. He trained to fistfight every day, of course, he knew how to deal with a creep who really didn't know how to fight. You may have been able to take him on, though not as easily as he had. The man may be creepy but he wasn't strong. His clothes were burnt in areas and he had burns on his arms due to the explosions he had suffered. Once Bakugo finished informing the worker inside that the police needed to come to take this asshole, he walked back out to look at you with piercing red eyes.

"Are you hurt? Did he touch you?"

"No, I don't think so. My hand is sore but that is just from the punch. I've never really had to do one out of training before..." You mumbled, glancing down at your reddening knuckles. The stinging was still there, but the pain didn't bother you. This just confirmed your thoughts of being weak. Could you even be a hero if you couldn't deal with a pervert who didn't even use his quirk? Villains were so much stronger than him...

  "You did fine with that punch. When you fight up close all the time, you get used to the pain," He spoke as he gently grabbed your arms to look you over. Even though his eyes were narrowed in anger, you thought you could see a hint of worry in them. Once he was decided that you weren't hurt, he released his grip on your arms and instead grabbed your grocery bags. When you tried to take at least one, he just grumbled that you just needed to focus on walking. As you walked back to school, you stayed close to him though you made sure not to touch him.

The sun was setting, a haze of darkness beginning to blanket the town. The two of you should be able to get back to school before it was fully dark outside. For the first few minutes, you just walked in silence other than the small thudding of your feet against the sidewalk. Your eyes trained on the ground while Bakugo kept staring forward as if his life depended on it. You let out a small sigh, allowing your shoulders to finally relax after everything that had happened.

"How did you know?" You hated how timid your voice sounded. You were strong, or at least that was what you wanted him to think. Now he would just see you as a scared little girl. You knew it wasn't your fault and yet you still couldn't keep it from bothering you.

"You didn't show up to study. I went looking for you and when I didn't find you on the school grounds, I decided that you must have went out. You have to be more careful! Do you know what might have happened if I didn't show up or you weren't able to defend yourself? You should have asked me to come with you when you knew that you would be going out when it was getting late."

"I just thought that I would be back by seven. But this guy, h-he was outside of the school and started to talk to me. He decided to walk me to the store and I just let him since I thought he was lonely. He wouldn't leave me alone. It wasn't until we were outside again that he started to get threatening....I kept telling him that I needed to head back." You took a shaky breath before continuing,

"Bakugo, he said he had been watching me. Like, when I left school, he followed me. He saw me with you....I-I never even noticed him." A hiccup escaped your mouth before you could stop it, fear filling you up. Tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You were safe now, you shouldn't still be feeling this scared.

"I didn't notice him either so no need to beat yourself up about that. He is a fucking creep and he deserves everything that is going to happen to him," He growled out when he spoke about the man, a fire in his eyes that you had never seen before, "I'm going to walk you to the grocery store from now on."

It wasn't a question of if you would like him to, it was more of a demand. Whether you liked it or not, he was going to walk you there. You didn't want to admit it but that sounded nice. You would be terrified the next time you had to leave the school after what happened, but he would make you feel safer. To you, there seemed like nothing that Bakugo couldn't protect you from.

"Thank you Katsuki."

That was the first time you ever called him by his first name.

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