Unforeseen Violence

If you had to be completely honest with yourself, you were expecting for him to blow up and get mad. It wasn't like you weren't riling him up on purpose: you are just human, and a very petty one at that. But what you weren't expecting, was for Bakugou Katsuki to actually, fuckingly, give out a growl and launch himself on top of you waving his fists. What the fuck? What kind of reaction was that? Who was even raising this kid? ... Mitsuki. Right. Not expecting it, you get hit straight-on and fall to the ground with a small "oof". A random fist manages to catch you and pain blooms on your chin. Letting out an annoyed hiss, you quickly move your tiny arms to shield yourself from the kid's anger. You have two advantages: firstly you're just toddlers, which means anatomic development is far to come. In spite of the difference in genders your physical strength is more or less equal: not even Bakugou Katsuki started lifting weights at three. Secondly, you have more years of experience under your belt and you know how to play dirty. So you headbutt him. The moment he's dazed you grab a handful of dirt and throw it in his face, then headbutt him again just for good measure. Fuck, your forehead hurts. Your chin too. Your whole face hurts. Bakugou Katsuki stumbles backward, clutching his face and stumbling around, momentarily blinded by the dirt. You take advantage of the reprieve to scramble to your feet, ready to defend yourself if needed. In the periphery of your vision, you see Izuku, Tsubasa, and Inaba staring at you with a mix of concern and alarm. Izuku's eyes are wide with worry, while Tsubasa and Inaba look like they're about to cry. You ignore them and focus on Bakugou, who's now stumbling around, trying to clear his vision. Mitsuki's voice echoes in your mind, "You need to be more careful. That boy has a... complicated home life. Don't push him too far." You hadn't expected him to snap like that, though. You wonder what would have happened if you had backed down, if you had shown him more respect. The memories of your past life flash through your mind, and you recall the times you had to defend yourself, to fight for survival. Your instincts take over, and you prepare for another attack, your eyes locked on Bakugou. As Bakugou's vision clears, his eyes narrow, and he takes a step towards you, his fists still clenched. You can see the fury in his eyes, and you know that this isn't over yet. You grit your teeth, ready for the next round, your mind racing with strategies and counterattacks. The air is still charged with tension, and you can sense that this confrontation is far from over. You glance around, taking in the reactions of the other kids, and wonder what will happen next. Will Bakugou lash out again, or will Izuku intervene? The uncertainty hangs in the air, and you wait, ready for whatever comes next.