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Bakugou Katsuki was about to blow the roof of their house away.
He had been busy working out in the backyard, shooting target cans he and Ochako set up last summer. It was a silly idea that the girl had come up with: float as many targets as she could and try to have Katsuki use them for target practice. It worked wonderfully and they spent the whole afternoon of that day collecting every can they could find in the Bakugous’ kitchen. After they gathered enough cans, the two played in a sort of cat-and-mouse game with shooting practice, whilst
Ochako tried to keep as many as she could afloat. It proved a bit difficult since the brunette couldn’t technically control where the cans would go except hover four feet off the ground. It was something Katsuki constantly prodded her on—if she could control the gravity and the direction, Ochako would be unstoppable.
A scream from his banshee mother made him miss the last can, and he turned an angry snarl to the old hag.
“What?” he groaned.
Mitsuki clicked her tongue and waved an envelope in the air. “Mail came. From UA.”
Katsuki’s felt like Ochako cast her quirk on him. But in reverse. His feet never felt so heavy as he stalked to his mother and grabbed the envelope before making his way upstairs. Before he could dash to his room, the old hag grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him to the side.
“Where are you going?” she raised an eyebrow.
“To my room, you fucking b—,”
“Now, now.” Masaru was ever the peacemaker. “What your mother is saying, Katsu, is that maybe we should all look at your results together.”
Tch. Katsuki was going to get in. But he still followed his father as they sat down on the sofa and huddled together. “I’m gonna get in,” he mumbled even as he prepared to open the envelope.
“Open it, brat.” Even as his mother spoke, there was a nervousness to her words.
Katsuki breathed deeply and teared the envelope open.
A silver disk popped out. “What?” he heard his old man ask but then the disk shuddered and— “All Might!” Bakugou Katsuki did not swoon. He did not praise others but himself and those who deserved it. He didn’t think that there would be anybody in this world better than him. But when a projection of All Might in a yellow suit appeared, Katsuki couldn’t quell the wonder in his voice as he looked at his number one idol.
“I am here… as a projection!” All Might bellowed his iconic catchphrase. Katsuki released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The projection coughed once before beaming a smile.
All Might saluted. “Greetings, young Bakugou! I am here to deliver your result for your entrance exam to the prestigious UA, a place where young heroes are born.”
A screen popped out from behind the number one hero. All Might continued, “But before we look at your score, we shall look back on your performance.”
With a click from a remote, the screen showed Katsuki in all his glory—arms in a constant fury and never staying in the same place at once. His parents watched in awe as he took down three-point robots and single-handedly took down four one-point robots in one explosion of his quirk. The blonde felt his chest swell with pride. His quirk was destructive in nature but for his parents to see that he was more than just a stick of walking dynamite made Katsuki feel good. Masaru gasped when Katsuki was thrown off a robot but used the momentum to deliver a devasting blow to another robot.
“You’re amazing, Katsu.” The normally fiery boy felt like he was five again and getting praised for macaroni art.
“Tch. That’s nothing.”
After a few more clips, All Might switched to a different channel. This time, the hero revealed Katsuki’s written exam score. “The scores for the five subjects taken during the written exam are posted here. It is also included in the envelope you have been given.”
Mitsuki grabbed the said paper and laughed loudly, pressing an affectionate fist on Katsuki’s head. “Your final written exam score is 97.”
Masaru gasped in disbelief before joining his wife in ruffling his son’s hair. Katsuki felt his chest swell with pride. He studied for weeks on end for that one and the exam wasn’t easy either. He earned that 97.
All Might grinned wider. “Dearest young Bakugou, it would be my honor to welcome you to UA!”
The scream he let out was loud and undignified but Katsuki couldn’t care less. He jumped up, hands thrown upwards as he let out two bursts of explosions from his hands. He ran up the stairs and to his room, heart pounding in his chest. Katsuki could briefly hear his mother losing her shit over the new marks on her ceiling but his father tried to placate her as much as possible. Katsuki was shaking, fingers barely able to punch in the number he memorized to heart. Almost immediately, a video call on his tablet rang and he dropped his phone to answer it.
Ochako’s round face filled the screen. Katsuki could see himself in the corner of her screen and he had the widest grin that threatened to split his whole face.
“Cheeks,” he breathed, one hand tracing the outline of her face.
Ochako smiled at him and held up an envelope. He immediately recognized the UA seal.
“Your mail came,” he stated.
She waved it around on the screen. His eyes followed the movement before tracing back to her face.
“I’ve been really scared to open it up. It’s been laying on my table for an hour. I wanted to call you first.”
Ochako eyed him and asked if he got his result. Katsuki answered that he did but refused to reveal if he passed, insisting that they open hers first. His angel set a determined look, lips set in a pout and eyebrows pulled together. She looked like a scared and angry dumpling.
“I’m gonna open it,” she mumbled, knuckles white as she gripped the envelope.
“Open it, Angel. It’s the first step to becoming a hero,” Katsuki encouraged, shifting on his bed.
Ochako gulped and gripped the envelope tighter, crinkling the edges even further.
“It’s not gonna bite you,” he said half-amused and half-exasperated.
The pink-cheeked brunette grimaced. “I know. But not passing UA would absolutely crush me.”
“And that’s why you gotta open the fucking envelope. So you can finally be accepted.”
Ochako took another deep breath. “Okay,” she muttered.
Another deep breath and Ochako tore open the envelope and out popped the familiar silver disk. The question on her face was answered by Katsuki telling her to wait for a bit before the projection of All Might popped out once more. The brunette gasped in awe of the number one hero in front of her, one hand curiously swiping through the projection produced by the gadget. When All Might started talking, Ochako listened intently, hands clasping both cheeks in anticipation and worry. Katsuki smiled fondly at his girl, finger tracing again the outlines of her face.
Years passed and she still hasn’t lost her trademark mochi cheeks.
Ochako let out a small squeal when All Might started playing back clips from her practical exam. Katsuki blinked and saw how badass she was, running around and slapping as many bots as she could before releasing them. She wiped her mouth before setting again for more points to gather. The blonde felt his chest constrict as the familiar swells of pride and affection bubble up in his chest. The wonder in Ochako’s eyes as she gaped at her own performance during the exam made him soft. It constantly infuriated him whenever she looked down on herself and didn’t think much of her capabilities. The pathway to the edge of the universe was on her small fingertips and yet the pink-cheeked girl thought she was nothing more than an ordinary girl.
Ochako was anything but ordinary.
All Might stopped the clip the moment the zero-point robot appeared. Ochako shuddered and the movement wasn’t lost on him.
“Why? What happened?” he demanded.
Ochako waved her hand in dismissal. “I got pinned by debris and one of the examinees helped me. He destroyed the robot and saved me!”
The admiration in her voice was thick and it made Katsuki uncomfortable. Who the hell was this dumb bitch anyway?
“You got pinned by debris, Cheeks? You should’ve stayed away from that one. Hell, even I didn’t bother with the big one. I just blasted bots as I got out of there.”
Unlike the idiots who ran away when the zero-point bot appeared, Bakugou Katsuki did not forget that he was in the middle of an exam that determined his future. The smartest thing to do was to avoid contact with it but he also made sure to gather points as he exited.
Ochako bit one of her nails and he clicked his tongue. He told her to stop doing that long ago. She groaned and hit her head lightly against the screen.
“I know,” the girl mused, “if only I was strong enough to actually not get hit. I could have even floated away but I got too caught up.”
Katsuki growled. “Enough with feeling sorry for yourself. We’ll just do more training next time.”
Of course.
All Might coughed and the two snapped back to attention. “It is with great pride and honor that I welcome you, Uraraka Ochako, into UA!”
Ochako let out a sob, dropping the tablet and throwing both hands on her face. Katsuki cheered, heart alight with so much joy he thought he’d explode. They got in, they got in! He knew for sure they would both get in; he was smart and strong while Ochako was no wimp either.
They would be heroes. God, they would be heroes.
On the screen, Ochako was crying, hands covering her face and knees tucked to her stomach while she spun in zero gravity. She accidentally activated her quirk on herself but Katsuki couldn’t care less. Briefly, he asked about her written exam score and she blubbered back a 90.
“Heroes,” he breathed out the world. Katsuki felt exhilarated. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as the weight of the word finally sank down in him.
“Heroes,” Ochako sniffled, tears still heavy as she made no attempt to come back down.
In the projection, All Might beamed
UA was only a train ride away from his house. Ochako, on the other hand, lived in a faraway district and having to commute everyday would just take a lot of time and money. When Katsuki suggested to her parents for Ochako to live in a dorm near the campus, they were against it at first. Mitsuki immediately offered for Ochako to stay in their residence but Katsuki shot her down.
It wasn’t like he didn’t want his angel to be with him.
Things would just get a bit difficult.
But Ochako squared her tiny shoulders and talked with her parents on how she’d be okay living in a dorm by herself and that she wouldn’t mind. When her parents still wouldn’t budge, Ochako stressed on how they would all save much more money for her monthly expenses and that seemed to sell the dorm idea. So that’s how he found himself waiting on the station at six in the morning, waiting for round face to arrive. The whole thing was technically his idea. Ochako barely knew anything about Musutafu and he knew it was drastically different from the countryside where she was from.
He had been staring at his shoes the whole time, mouth set in a frown as a particular tiny stain caught his attention. One of his classmates had accidentally gotten paint on it and he almost blew the bastard to oblivion. He was lucky it was the week that Bakugou had needed his good moral certificate for UA applications so he had been on his best behavior and only settled for screaming at the poor bastard. The teachers considered it as a good improvement.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?”
Matching shoes entered his vision and the tension in his body released, arms instinctively coming out to welcome Ochako. She hugged him, tiny arms wrapped around his waist and head nuzzling between his neck and collarbone.
“I missed you, Katsu,” she mumbled, eyes closed as she inhaled deeply. His arms tightened around her shoulders.
“Missed you too, Angel.”
Ochako giggled, stepping back and doing a small stretch.
“I slept the whole ride and almost missed my stop. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Too nervous.”
Katsuki stepped back and grabbed one of her luggage. She only brought one suitcase and one duffle bag, so he grabbed the suitcase with one hand and threw the other arm around her waist. She snuggled to his side contently and walked with him as he guided them to her new dorm.
It was barely seven in the morning as they walked in silence.
Ochako was walking with eyes closed and relying solely on her hand tangled with Katsuki’s and his jacket swallowing her frame. When they arrived at the dorm, Bakugou fiddled with the spare key he had, expertly opening the door and guiding Ochako to the nearest couch. She fell back and was knocked out almost immediately. The exhaustion really got to her.
Huffing, he arranged her so that her legs wouldn’t dangle over the edge. He grabbed her luggage and brought them to her bedroom. The dorm Uraraka rented wasn’t that small but it wasn’t too big either.
It had a modest living room that was connected to the kitchen through a small hallway. In the small hallway were two doors on each side; one bedroom and one bathroom. It was enough space for one person and the cost wasn’t that high. Bakugou knew that her living arrangements would be tough but recently, the Uraraka Construction Company hadn’t been doing too well. Ochako’s father was too kind to put any of his workers out of work. Ochako had been trying to help with as much as she could, but she was still only a student. This only determined in her eyes shine brighter and made her more focused on wanting to be a hero. Her reason for becoming a hero for money was admirable. If anyone at UA would laugh at her, he’d make sure they would have teeth missing.
Katsuki stretched a bit before making his way to the kitchen and rummaged around for ingredients. As Ochako lived quite far from the place, he made sure to at least stock her fridge before she’d move in. Some meat, fruits, vegetables, eggs, and a few canned goods would be enough to last her for at least one week. They would have to go grocery shopping soon.
With all of her fondness for Ochako, Mitsuki had bought the girl a microwave as a housewarming gift. It was still in the box that she made Katsuki put on her counter a few days ago. Masaru also bought the girl some pillows and new sheets, insisting that Ochako’s first night should be done comfortably. Katsuki took a glance at the sleeping girl on the couch. She got his whole family wrapped around her finger pads and she didn’t even know it. Seeing as Ochako was knocked out, Katsuki figured she’d be hungry when she woke up.
He grabbed the apron—his own gift to his mochi. Katsuki decided he’d cook her meals while she lived in her dorm; if he didn’t pay attention, Ochako would eat instant ramen for the rest of the week and wouldn’t find a problem with it. He opened one of the kitchen drawers and pulled out his own housewarming gift for her: two matching aprons. One was colored black and a bit bigger for him while the other was tiny and pink. For the life of him, he’d never understood why pink cheeks always wanted to match with him. They had matching socks, shoes, and even pocket shirts with similar designs. Ochako claimed it was a token of friendship while he called bullshit and told her that she just envied his style.
Katsuki grabbed three eggs, cracked them into a bowl, and whisked them quickly. He chopped a few green onions and bell peppers, adding them to the whisked eggs with a pinch of salt and pepper. The blonde worked quickly and even made sure to cook some rice. The end result was very well-made omelet rice. And just because he could, Katsuki drew a little angry Katsuki and a small smiling Ochako with the ketchup. He balanced the dish with one hand and grabbed a glass of water with the other hand, and made his way to the sleeping round-faced brunette on the couch.
“Oi,” he said and nudged her hip with his knee. Ochako didn’t budge. “Cheeks. Wake. Up.”
Uraraka Ochako was dead to the world.
Bakugou Katsuki sighed.
He placed the steaming plate of food near her face and angled it to her nose, careful to not let any of the contents spill out. Ochako twitched, sniffed deeply, and opened one eye blearily. She looked at him, drool on the right side of her face, and smiled with eyes half-closed. Damn, did she look pretty.
Katsuki felt like a fool.
Ochako yawned and sat up, so Katsuki took the space beside her and offered the plate.
“I’m so sleep-deprived, Katsu,” she complained and shoved half of the spoon in her mouth.
“I can see that,” he replied.
“I was too nervous last night, was up thinkin’ ‘bout movin’ and all.”
Her accent often slipped out when she was nervous or if she forgot to not speak with it, but Katsuki found it adorable nonetheless. Fuck. He hummed and offered her the glass of water when she choked on a piece of egg. Swallowing, Ochako handed him back the glass and took another bite.
“My pa an’ ma gave me a movin’ away party last night. We stayed up and cried until dawn.”
“Heh. Your eyes are all puffy.”
“We cried a lot.”
“’ Course you did. You’re moving away to the big city.” He watched her chew thoughtfully.
Ochako shrugged and stood up with the empty plate. “I guess I was sadder about leaving my childhood home than being alone.”
Katsuki followed her to the tiny kitchen. Ochako looked around for some dish soap and a sponge. He helpfully opened up a drawer and placed the newly bought items on the counter.
“Thanks, Kat.” A grunt of acknowledgment.
“I guess I’m not that scared ‘cause I won’t be alone here. You’re here, right?”
“Of course,” he mumbled. “What kinda stupid question is that, anyway? Of course. I’ll be here, Ocha.”
Ochako smiled lightly at the nickname. She rinsed the dishware and left them on the counter to dry.
“Well, what do we do now?”
Katsuki motioned at the suitcase. “You should probably unpack. School starts next week but your shit should all be placed properly.”
“My shit,” she teased, “are just a few clothes and my toothbrush. I think I need to buy more stuff.”
The pink-cheeked brunette shuddered at the impending expense she was about to spend. He frowned.
“Hey. If things are that tough right now—” Ochako laughed and slapped his lower back lightly. He hissed and glared at her but it melted when she showed him a half-hearted attempt at a smile.
“You’ve bought enough stuff for me, Katsuki. I have my own money, too.”
Damn it. Her stubbornness was one thing he admired about her but sometimes it rivaled his own. Ochako wouldn’t take help from anyone even if her life depended on it.
“Come on, I’ll help you unpack.”
Ochako wasn’t exaggerating when she said that she only had a few items. Among her clothes was her tablet which she covered the back with planet stickers. She also had a toothbrush, a comb, and a few other toiletries. The two worked in comfortable silence—him folding her clothes neatly while Ochako arranged them in her closet. She also brought one pair of sandals along with the pink sneakers she already wore. He was about to open a cloth bag, but Ochako slapped his hand before he could. Offended, he demanded to know what was in it but the brunette only rolled her eyes and grabbed a towel.
“I’m gonna take a shower first. I feel sticky.” She stuck out her tongue before leaving the bedroom.
Katsuki hummed. He stretched on the bed and sniffed one of the pillows. It was a good thing his old man decided to go all out on Ochako’s bed—the comforter was soft and the pillows were the right amount of firm and fluff. She had gushed about the bed, starstruck that this one was queen-sized. Katsuki remembered that her old bed back in her home was a single one and the two barely fit in it whenever they had a sleepover.
Bored, Katsuki fiddled with his phone. The only games he had installed were the ones Ochako downloaded herself, but he always made it his mission to make sure that all the high scores were from him. It was his phone, after all. The blonde boy stretched and decided to put away the last of his mochi’s clothing. He stared at the small bag left inside the suitcase. Ochako warned him to not touch it, but if these were her socks then he knew the right way to roll them up and not just stuff them in a drawer. Plus, socks had to match.
Shrugging, he opened the bag.
And promptly dropped it.
Bakugou Katsuki felt like he ran a marathon in the span of two seconds.
Because what the ever-living fuck was that?
He glanced at the door. Even strained his ears to hear if Ochako was finished with her shower.
Silence.
With shaking hands, Katsuki gulped and stole another peek inside the small bag.
Lace.
Lace and cotton.
He took a glance at the door. He took another glance at Ochako’s underwear. Katsuki took a piece out—soft, cotton panties in a light pink color. There was nothing special about them, except for the tiny bow in a darker shade of pink. With red cheeks that could rival Ochako’s, he shoved them back in the bag. When he pulled back his hand, one of the items stuck to his thumb and forefinger. This time, it was a black bra. But the straps and cups were covered with lace.
“Fuck,” he gasped and threw it back to the bag like it burned him.
Ochako’s underwear.
He fucking touched Ochako’s underwear. He felt so dirty. Rubbing a tired hand across his face, Katsuki threw the bag back to the suitcase and settled for laying back down on the bed. The sound of her humming made him tense up and he flopped back down on the bed. Katsuki kept his eyes glued to the ceiling when Ochako opened the door. “
What time is it?” she asked.
His eyes remained loyal to the beige ceiling. “Almost nine.”
Ochako hummed and the sounds of her shuffling were indicative of her dressing. It didn’t faze him that she’d clad in only a towel in her own room but there were times that the round-faced girl sometimes forgot that he was a man. It didn’t bother him when they were seven and playing in his bathtub but now that he was a fucking hormonal teenager, Bakugou Katsuki hoped she’d be more conscious. He coughed lightly to get her attention.
“Cheeks—” Ochako flopped on the bed beside him and threw one arm loosely around his waist.
“I’m sleepy.”
Katsuki shifted. She put on some black cotton shorts and an oversized shirt. Upon closer inspection, it was his shirt. For the longest time, Ochako always claimed that he smelled good. Like burnt cookies. She kept claiming it for the longest time that one day he actually took some offense to it. What burnt cookie smelled good? And because they were twelve years old, he decided to bake cookies and leave them in the oven for a bit. Katsuki got smacked by his mother for almost burning the house down but Ochako inhaled deeply at the deeply burnt cookies on the tray and sighed. “Like burnt sugar,” she clarified, “almost like a caramel?”
Anyway, it made Ochako steal his shirts more often whenever they were together. She had enough of his shirts that she could make a weekly wardrobe for it. Katsuki used to complain a lot but he ended up rolling his eyes whenever she’d slyly ask for a shirt and then take it home back to Kansai. “That’s my shirt,” he stated, one arm poking her cheek.
“Mmm… smells good. Like cookies.” Katsuki shifted so she could use his arm as a pillow and his angel snuggled closer to him with a content sigh.
“Oh, fuck no.”
“What?”
“Your hair’s wet.”
One brown eye peeked open. “It’ll dry when I wake up.”
“Get up.” Katsuki grabbed the discarded towel on the small table beside her bed.
He nudged Ochako up to a sitting position and went on his knees behind her. He rubbed the towel on her head, making sure to be thorough and getting each drop of water squeezed out. She hummed in appreciation and leaned backward.
“Okay,” he nodded and pulled her beside him as they laid down.
“We can sleep.”
“Sleepy,” was the half-mumbled reply.
Katsuki curled, body molding in perfectly with Ochako as they laid in silence. She was immediately knocked out after a few minutes, and soon, her soft snores filled the quiet.
They were really gonna be heroes, huh?
He couldn’t fucking wait.
First day in UA.
First-year student Bakugou Katsuki stared in the mirror.
He was going to come out on top no matter what. The first day decided everything and he was damn ready to make sure his classmates knew who they were dealing with. The uniform was classy, even he had to admit. However, he did opt not to wear the red tie. It wasn’t that he couldn’t put it on—the tie felt like it suffocated him. For some reason, it accentuated the trauma of being shackled by the sludge villain. Katsuki was no weak-ass pansy but he’d rather not wear a fucking tie. And just because he could, he left the top two buttons of the white collared shirt undone.
Katsuki grabbed his bag by the door and put on his shoes. Right just as when he was about to leave, he heard the familiar scream of Katsuki! by the old hag. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When Mitsuki screamed for a second time, his eyes popped open so fast they were about to bulge out.
“What?!” Bakugou Mitsuki held a camera while her husband was smiling lightly next to him.
“A picture, you little shit.” She took a quick one with his scowling face.
“Good luck on your first day, Katsu,” his father threw him a thumbs up.
“Whatever,” Katsuki mumbled before exiting the door.
Ochako texted him earlier that they could meet in front of the gates instead of him picking her up from the dorm. School officially started at eight in the morning but he wanted to be in the classroom by seven so he could pick a good seat. Katsuki felt some of the tension leave his body when he saw Ochako waiting by the gate. She held onto the straps of her pink backpack, occasionally wringing her hands together and playing with the hem of her skirt. The UA building was massive and it was wrapped by a white wall with the arch entrance in the middle. He slowed to a stop and Ochako greeted him with a nervous wave of her fingers.
Frowning, Katsuki dropped his arms. He thought she’d need a hug before they could enter but his mochi must be more nervous than he thought with how she didn’t even ask for a “cookie hug” as she called it.
“Nervous?” he asked. Ochako gave him a shaky smile.
“I’m about to throw up and I’m not even using my quirk.”
“It’ll be fine, Cheeks.” Katsuki hiked his bag up his shoulder before walking towards the building.
Ochako tried to match his pace. Not his fault she had short legs.
The place was quiet and almost no students were present. “We must be too early,” the brunette mused, voice steadier and more relaxed.
They reached the classroom.
“The door’s huge!” she exclaimed while he clicked his tongue and slid the door open. He was fully expecting an empty classroom but what he received was a boy with a square face and glasses.
“Good morning!” The glasses guy’s voice boomed and Ochako flinched beside him. Katsuki scowled and moved half a step to shield her from this weirdo.
“Who the fuck are you?” Katsuki demanded.
Glasses chopped an arm in the air. “I am Iida Tenya of Class 1-A! Swearing is not ideal and you should avoid using words that can be demeaning!”
Ochako perked up from behind him. “Hi, Iida!” She gave a bright smile to the blue-haired idiot.
Tch.
“I’m Uraraka Ochako. This is Bakugou,” the pink-cheeked girl motioned to her and Katsuki.
Iida seemed to relax. “Ah, yes. I believe we were both in the same entrance exam hall?” He adjusted his glasses. “If I recall, you could make things float.”
Ochako giggled and raised both hands, fingers spread apart. “My quirk cancels gravity, but floating is a good way to put it.”
Katsuki huffed and looked at the empty classroom. Glasses had his bag and an open notebook by the back and left side. He settled on a second-row seat by the rightmost side and sat down. The blonde looked for Ochako—with an empty seat in front of him, he could keep the mochi awake during class. It would be also nice to have her nearby in case he decided to explode. But friendly Ochako was still talking with the glasses-wearing fucker and they moved to his seat. She absentmindedly placed her bag behind his as they continued to talk animatedly. Looks like she’ll be seated at the very back. Note-taking would be hard, though. Ochako used to squint when reading far away from the text and he knew she had prescription glasses.
And she was still talking with Glasses.
Tch.
The door slid open and all three snapped to look at the newcomer.
A boy with half-and-half hair color stepped inside. Iida raised his arm. “Good morning, fellow classmate!”
The new guy paused. Katsuki cocked his head. What the…? This halfie even had mismatched eyes. Not to mention he had a giant scar over his right eye. Probably has a fire quirk and injured himself when he was younger. Honestly, Katsuki couldn’t care less.
Halfie bowed his head lightly, mumbled a barely heard greeting, before making a beeline for the seat at the very back of the class. He was a seat apart from Ochako.
His mochi immediately approached the new guy. “Hi!”
The bastard didn’t even look at her.
“My name is Uraraka Ochako,” she greeted with a smile.
“Good morning, fellow 1-A student! I am Iida Tenya.” Glasses spoke with such vigor that Katsuki felt irritated.
“We didn’t see you in our entrance hall,” Ochako continued and Iida nodded. “Maybe you were in the second hall, but it sure is nice to meet you!”
Halfie stayed quiet with eyes faced downwards. Katsuki was starting to find this new guy irritating. “Can I ask for your name?” Ochako continued. Silence. “Umm…” His angel’s voice seemed a bit down and unsure.
Oh, fuck this guy.
“Hey!” The half-and-half bastard looked at him. Katsuki felt his eyebrow twitch.
“She was fucking talk to you! She asked for your goddamn name.”
Iida gasped and immediately started an unnecessary lecture about politeness.
Ochako glared at him. “Katsuki!”
“What?” he snapped back.
“You don’t just yell at our new classmates!”
“I don’t need to care about these extras.” He rolled his eyes and faced the front.
The quiet guy coughed lightly, “I’m Todoroki Shouto.” And then he fell silent.
Ochako gasped and leaned closer. Todoroki refused to meet her eyes. “Todoroki! Does that mean Endeavor’s your dad?”
Todoroki gripped the edge of his table. The tension rose and even Iida felt at loss. The atmosphere drastically became colder.
“I do not want to be associated with him.” Todoroki’s reply was harsh.
Ochako tilted her head to the side. “Okay, Todoroki. I’m sorry for asking.”
The room became warmer.
“Thank you, Uraraka.”
The brunette shrugged and walked back to her seat. “Don’t tell your dad but, I’m kinda scared of him. He seems like the type to eat babies after rescuing them.”
Todoroki smiled lightly, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
“Tch.”
Bakugou Katsuki was feeling impatient. It was around seven-thirty. Soon, classmates would come in and he had to prepare himself. As of now, the two other guys didn’t stand out much to him. Ochako could probably beat them with one hand.
The door opened and more voices flooded in.
Katsuki kept his head tilted down, even as the seats around him filled. He had opened a notebook and copied his schedule down so he wouldn’t forget. The glasses idiot walked around everywhere, greeting each person that came into the room. It was starting to give him a headache. Iida passed by his table and gasped.
“Bakugou!” He didn’t even give him his name yet. What the fuck?
The blue-haired boy pointed at his chest. “You are not wearing the necktie part of the uniform for UA!” K
The blonde felt his eyebrow twitch. “Ha?”
Iida came closer and tried to close the top two buttons of his shirt. “This is extremely inappropriate!”
Katsuki leaned back and draped one leg on the table.
The idiot gasped even loudly. “Get your feet off! Don’t you feel bad for the UA alumnus and the maker of this desk?”
Katsuki grinned sarcastically. “No, I don’t.”
Who the fuck did this guy think he was to boss him around?
“Where are you even from, you bit part?” Iida caught himself and placed a hand across his chest.
“I’m from Soumei Private Academy. I’m Iida Tenya.”
“Soumei?” Katsuki drawled. “The damn elite school? You’re worth killing, then.”
Iida looked like he was about to have a heart attack. “Worth killing—! You’re very bad! Are you here to be a hero?”
Katsuki scoffed.
It was then he noticed someone standing at the door. The sight of it made his blood boil.
Midoriya Izuku stared back at him, eyes annoyingly wide open and mouth slightly parted.