Darkness and light brawl for superiority across the curtain as the sun makes its first debut at the crack of dawn.

The sound of the usual morning birds is a welcoming one as your eyes creep open. The alarm however, is not.

Why am I up so early?

Your brain ponders on the question for a little while, all possibilities flying through your head.

Food.
School.
Food.
Hang out.
Training.

You sit straight up in your bed at the last thought.

I'm training with Bakugou.

The strange sentence replays in your mind more than once and it sends your stomach churning a little. The idea of embarrassing yourself in front of him isn't one you like. He's always been so ruthless and his dedication to skill is impressive.

He's impressive...

Before you even know it, you're pulling a singlet over your head and begin making for the door. Its a messy scene as your feet stumble below your legs and your arms sprawl across your eyes, making a desperate attempt to remove the sleepiness in them.

Here goes nothing.

As you step out into the hall, darkness returns without a window in sight. So, getting to the elevator while attempting not to make much noise proves to be very difficult. You really would loathe yourself for waking anyone up.

Still, you make it to the elevator and into the common room as the usual ding signals your arrival. Almost immediately, the sight out the back window draws your eyes in.

Bakugou is pushing himself up and down from the ground and not a single sign of strain is visible across his stern face. There should be seeing as he's doing push ups with one hand!

Your eyes are glued to him for a little while to be honest. His strength is astounding and the fact you're training with him is, well, terrifying. This makes your trip towards the back door oh so completely nerve-racking.

Alright, its just Bakugou (Y/n). Calm yourself.

Deep breath, after deep breath and you're pulling your legs reluctantly towards the back door. The motions that follow are a blur.

Stop.
Reach out hand.
Pull door handle.

And smile at the sight of Bakugou...

You step into the cold of the air, which causes your skin to line with goosebumps. Your insides immediately turn to frost and the moment you let out a breath, mist fills the air.

The sound of you breathing escapes you and spreads across the yard, sending Bakugou standing up straight. It's a blur of black, blonde and red as he does so and one of his arms comes stretching out. At that final movement, fire comes spiraling towards you.

A slight squeal comes flying from your mouth and you're diving towards the ground. Quickly you shelter your head.

When you peek back up, the explosion comes to an end. He wouldn't have hit you. It would have been right next to you...The burn mark still sizzling on the wall proves that.

A glare meets the blonde boy who is across the yard as your eyes narrow and your eye brows arch down.

"What was that for?!"

"You're not freezing your ass off anymore." He says bluntly and returns to his push ups. 

You glance down at your arms. The goosebumps are gone. That's for sure. You're heart is still racing though.

"Doesn't give you the right to blast me." You sigh as you push your hands against the concrete to pull yourself up from the ground. Your palms are laced in a bright red color, and blood struggles to escape a scratch. "I've got some deadly grazes now."

"Shut up or leave."

You walk towards the now sweating Bakugou and a smile plays on your lips. "Hey. I said you're in charge so sure, but you gotta tell me what I'm doing."

A slight sigh escapes him as he plants him self into a sitting position. "Why the fuck did I say yes to this again?"

"Why don't you tell me?" Because I really want to know.

The blonde boy averts his eyes from yours and glances at the pull up bar a few metres way. "What kinds of things are you shit at?"

His bluntness makes you chuckle slightly. "Well. I'm okay with stamina and speed, but I'm kinda a weakling. I'm not very strong in the slightest."

In return of your words, Bakugou gives you the same empty expression. After that, he barks out a few of his usual bold insults and ends up pointing towards the pull up bar.

"Hang there."

"Just hang?"

"Isn't that what I fucking said?"

So, you make for the clearly hand-made pull up bar to do just that. Your hands wrap around the cold steel rod that is lodged between two small trees. Ice flakes off as you do so, and it comes down pattering on your face.

You just hang there for two minutes like Bakugou asks. Then three, then three and a half and by then, your arms are beginning to shake slightly. The yearning to collapse kicks in like a sugar rush. But, you don't let go. You simply cling to the bar for another  minute.

When you feel your hands tear away from the icy metal, you tumble down into the grass below you. The feeling of the frosty plant causes you to shiver and an exhausted breath escapes you. When you turn to Bakugou, he's doing simple sit ups, but the speed he is doing them at is incredible.

"What next?" You struggle to get, as you breath heavily.

"Do it again." Is his answer. He doesn't even look at you as he speaks.

"But I did it for ages."

"Four minutes is pitiful."

"You counted?!"

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As you step into the slightly warmer morning air the following day, Bakugou doesn't even give you a second glance.

"Hang there."

And the next day...

"Hang there."

And the next.

"Hang there."

And for the next three day...

You get the point.

A groan escapes you when you step out into the yard the today. The morning sun is just peeking over the horizon and is already smiling down at you. You can tell it is. Its laughing, you're sure.

"Let me guess. Hang there?" You sigh as Bakugou drops down from the pull up bar.

"Don't fucking complain. You asked for my help." He growls, his usual angry demeanor showing through his words.

You can't help but peer at the ground, as he storms across the yard. A sleeping lady bug is swaying gently on a strand of grass. Its such a beautifully simple sight. "Bakugou, I don't think this is helping me."

Silence fills the air for a second. Only one, but its enough to make you want to throw up. What if he is annoyed? What if he doesn't talk to me after this? He already thinks I'm a pain.

"For all that brain, you don't think much."

Your head jerks up at the sight of Bakugou stopping right in front of you. His familiar, red eyes are staring down at you and his careless expression does the same.

"You ever done a pull up?"

You nod slightly at his question. "Yeah, but you haven't got me to do any."

He's stepping towards the two trees when he asks his next question. "How many have you and you're weak arms managed to do in a row."

You gulp. "Two."

He raises an eyebrow at you slightly and his hands lazily signal towards the pull up bar. "Do as many as you can."

Your head tilts up to the bar and your feet begin to move in the same direction.

When you reach Bakugou, he's still got his usual nonchalant attitude. You do as he asks though.

Your hands reach up for the bar and you jump slightly to wrap your fingers around them yet again.

The cold feeling is one you've gotten used to, but what happens next is not. You pull yourself up and yout head peeks over the steel bar. You lower yourself and do it again with very little strain. Then again, and again, and again...

When you grow tired, you're up to the fifteenth pull up. The usual shaking returns and your breath grows short. You crumble under the pressure by the seventeenth.

Your feet meet the ground and they almost buckle under your weight. The moment you stick your arms up to balance yourself, you feel a warmth prick your waste. Its indescribable.

Your eyes immediately glance down in the direction of the source and the sight almost shocks you as much as the fact you did seventeen pull ups. It's Bakugou's hand.

"You should have just fucking been patient. You could have done more soon enough." The warmth is gone as soon as it arrives. Bakugou had reached out his hand to keep you from falling. He'd physically wrapped his arm around you, and he brushes it off like it's nothing.

It is nothing.

When Bakugou stops on the opposite side of the yard, a meer scoff rings through your ears. You can't move, not until those damn, fiery, red eyes meet yours.

"Well. Are you going to see how many push ups you can pull on me? We'll start testing your combat skills tomorrow." He growls as he returns to his usual exercising position.

You ended up doing just that. And its a great feeling.

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A week of training passes and you've gotten used to the constant fist to your stomach. Bakugou isn't one to show he's weak, no matter the gender or size he's up against. You appreciate it though. The fact that he doesn't go easy because you're a girl puts a smile on your face.

He definitely isn't holding back today.

Your body moves from side to side, trying to escape Bakugou's fists. The speed he moves at is relentless, and kind of terrifying. When you feel a sudden surge of pain, you don't stop your legs from bending from under you. Your hand immediately darts toward your cheek and a slight groan escapes you.

Bakugou is quick to respond. "Come on. That was pathetic. I barely ev-" His words are cut through when his eyes meet your smile.

"Yeah. Yeah. Let's just keep going." You groan.

His eyes don't look away, they simply stare at you, a softness lurking in them. It'd be hard for anyone to notice...

You stare down at your finger tips where droplets of blood manifest across your skin. His punch had sliced your cheek bone slightly.

"Huh. Fair dinkum." You mumble.

The boy's red eyes tear away from yours and make for the floor. You've grown to learn that this is his way of avoiding things while still looking like the aggravated, powerful, machine he makes out to be.

"I didn't mean to punch you so damn hard." He let's out, clearly trying to sound rude. He fails however. His words are soothing, and full of sympathy.

"It's okay. I'll live." You smile, pulling yourself from the ground. After that you pause for a moment and turn to the boy across from you.

"You know. I'm just beginning to understand you Bakugou." And a smile returns to your face. Not the small kind either, no, the terrifying, toothy kind that makes your eyes squint and cheeks perk up.

The widening of Bakugou's eyes and the sight of his fists clenching sends your smile shining even brighter.

His voice has a similar effect. "What's that meant to mean?!"

"Nothing."

Your legs quickly move into action and the reflection of the glass door quickly welcomes you. When you tear at the handle, noise breaks through your ears, the kind that'll leave you're heart beating a mile a minute for the rest of the day.

The fear sends your entire body physically jumping backwards and with a jerk of your head, your eyes meet Bakugou's. His hand is layed flat across the door and his eyes are full of a different kind of color in the heat of the moment.

"You know jack shit about me nerd. You got that?" His words are cold and plain. Geez he's hard to warm up to...

A simple nod answers his question and your eyes immediately dart towards the ground. A sheepish smile follows.

The grass is greener than when you'd looked at it a few weeks back.

"I'd like to change that Bakugou."

Your words are quick and clear, but that doesn't make you feel any more confident about his response.

"What?"

"I'd like to get to know you." You glance up to his face. Its perfect...

The crinkle between his eyebrows is a sign of an expression you've never seen on him. He's completely lost. His gorgeous eyes are so completely captivating. Why?

Bakugou's question is the same. "Why?"

"I want to be your friend is why." Your face grows flustered at your own words. "I know, that sounds childish! I simply mean, well, I enjoy having you and Kirishima around and I don't think you like me very much, but I enjoy your company if we're being honest."

The feeling of your fingers itching at the back of your head is an uncomfortable one. You haven't had the need to return to your awkward habits since you've started hanging out with Kirishima and Bakugou, but the stupid words that are pouring out of your mouth are embarrassing.

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't get as fucking annoying as shitty hair, thinking I see him as my equal and all the bullshit."

The blonde boy disappears inside of the building.

"Sooooo are you saying I'm your friend?" You chirp, following behind him.

"No."

The events that follow are strange ones, but ones you like.

The common room couch creaks as Bakugou throws himself on it. You however make for the sink and watch the blood drip off your hand with the pummeling water. Food follows.

"Here ya go mate." You smile as you plant yourself on the couch beside him. You don't even realize you do it. It is just the closest, comfiest chair. And... Bakugou's there.

You place a plate in his hand and shove your cheese toasty in your mouth. An awkward groan of satisfaction escapes you.

"You're a pain." He says. "I didn't ask you to make me breakfast." With those words, he places the plate on your lap.

You turn down to the toasty and pout at it. It looks delicious.

"Its the least I can do Bakugou. You're helping me train for the sports festival after all."

You pull your body from the couch, stumble in his direction and reach out your han, holding the cheese toasty right in front of his chest.

"Please" You smile slightly.

His eyes glance down at the oozing mess, and he rolls his eyes, but you can already tell what he's thinking. Reluctantly, yet quickly he tears the plate from your hand. "This shit better be good."

You smile at the boy and together, you plop down simultaneously on the couch.

Through the blood and sweat, maybe you'll get to see his smile again...