Ignorance is Bliss

Katsuki Bakugo growled as he watched the group walk off as if they hadn't just stolen his training partner. It wasn't like he needed her anyway, so why was he so damn worked up that she left with that freak?

Their training had been unproductive the first two days. It was obvious she took being a hero as a joke with her drinking. Katsuki had to intercept many of her attempts to sneak alcohol past him, and the little shit was creative too. So he moved them to a private training area (where she couldn't sneak liquor in other people's water bottles) and started bringing her damn wine with him.

Surprisingly, she didn't drink at all after that, messing with his impression of her. He'd never admit it, but it made him swell with pride that she didn't drink when they were alone. Even if she didn't take being a hero seriously, at least she took fighting him seriously.

She had caught him off guard when they had really started training by how seriously she took it. Katsuki grinned as he remembered their first real fight that day. Recovery Girl hadn't been happy with the shape they were in. It seemed that little Red didn't let being brutally blasted until she couldn't stand deter her. Not that it was his fault. He couldn't afford to go easy on that little demon monkey when she was sober, with her damn martial art skills and increasing quirk control.

And they continued this until Recovery Girl had put her foot down, furious at the sight of him limping towards her with Red's unconscious body in his bruised arms. She had threatened to stop healing them both if it continued, causing them to focus more on hand to hand combat training instead. Red would fight like a well trained ninja, and never once didn't give him her all, earning his attention and respect. Hell, she would even teach him anything he asked her to.

But then they'd return to the dorms or be around people, and she would remind him why he was fighting his attraction in the first place as she quickly drank wine before entering. None of it made any fucking sense, and it was eating at him.

At least she wouldn't dare drink at the Sports Festival. No aspiring hero would be so irresponsible.

Once the Sports Festival comes along and she does better thanks to him, he'll finally get rid of this feeling. He wouldn't think about her all the time, he wouldn't feel the need to take care of the damn klutz, and he definitely would stop feeling like his heart and body were working against him. He wasn't going to let himself pursue someone like that. Even if she was attractive when she blushed, or the way she worried about others, or those stupid freckles or the way she beamed when she held Lord Explosion… Tch. He wouldn't let himself. Not when she had no real drive to be a hero. Not when she drinks just because she wants to. He can't believe the school even allows it, it's an absolute joke!

Katsuki panted as he stopped his explosions, taking a drink out of his own water bottle. As he did, he saw her alcohol water bottle that he kept for her. His chest tightened, and he shook his head at the sensation. She was definitely exactly what he had expected, and nothing more, he told himself. There was definitely no valid reason behind her behavior.

He scowled at the tightness in his chest as he remembered the vision from the USJ, but shook it away. She had never mentioned it before, and it was never in the news. It was probably just some illusion quirk.

He ignored the tugging in his chest, and pretended that he definitely wasn't wrong.