I'm bored and I have writer's block. Why not write a stupid oneshot for another fandom?

Bakugou slammed an angry hand down on his alarm early Monday morning. He hated getting up an hour before he necessarily needed to, but he hated the idea of getting up at the same time as his annoying dormmates even more. He could deal with grogginess and a too-dark room far easier than a bunch of yammering idiots.

Dragging himself into his clothes, Bakugou trudged out of his room to make himself something to eat. Surprisingly and disappointingly, Kirishima was also awake, his hair not even styled up as he ate a bowl of cereal with his milk in a cup to the side, the fucking weirdo.

Unfortunately, the redhead almost immediately noticed Bakugou, flashing a bright grin despite the dead hours of the morning. "Oh! Morning, Bitchface!"

...What the hell?

Bakugou blinked several times, wondering if exhaustion was making him hear things, but Kirishima was clearly struggling not to laugh. He'd definitely heard right. Too tired to argue or even get properly riled up, the blonde growled and threw together his own bowl of cereal and ate it like a normal human being.

By the time Bakugou was ready to leave, most of the others were starting to wake up. Not wanting to deal with them after Kirishima's weird idea of a joke, he escaped the dormitory as quickly as he could.

When he got to Yuuei's main building, he found the doors unlocked. However, the same could not be said of his homeroom. Grumbling to himself, he sat down in the hallway, arms crossed stubbornly and scowl firmly in place. He found that the face was reliable in warding off unwanted conversation.

Twenty minutes later, Iida arrived, early as usual. Bakugou averted his gaze so that the class rep wouldn't give him any shit like he usually did, but his efforts were for naught. Iida made a chopping motion, addressing it to his classmate.

"Good morning to you, F-Bomb. Earlier than usual, I see." Bakugou whipped around, eyes wide.

...What the hell?

One by one, the rest of class trickled in, waiting for the homeroom door to open. Ashido, in typical fashion, thought prodding Bakugou would be a good way to pass the time. "How's it goin', ya scowly bastard?" she asked.

That kind of thing was far more typical for her, if a little cruder than usual. But what the hell was it with everyone else giving him weird nicknames?

Midoriya arrived not long before class, Uraraka and Tokoyami on either side of him. When he saw Bakugou, now standing and leaning against the wall, his face lit up, even though his legs were shaking. "H-H-Hey, Assplosion McBoomface."

Bakugou's eye twitched, more from complete bafflement than anger. What the actual fuck?!

He didn't know what face he was making, but whatever it was must have been bad, because Midoriya immediately backed out of his space, muttering something unintelligible that was probably an apology. Stupid Deku.

Seemingly encouraged by Midoriya's greeting, the rest of the class figured it would be fun to give it a try themselves.

"Hi Bakagou!" Uraraka chirped.

"Wassup, Fluffball?" asked Kaminari.

"Hey, Temper Tantrum!" greeted Sero.

"How are ya, Toothy Boy?" Ojiro smirked.

Even Mineta couldn't resist the temptation. "How's things, ya fuckin' fire-face?!"

That was the last straw. Bakugou roared, hands steaming and crackling as 1-A developed the common sense to back the hell up. "What the hell is wrong with you assholes?! You've been doing this all goddamn morning, so somebody better speak the fuck up before I start murdering your stupid asses!"

"Please, relax, Kacchan!" Midoriya pleaded, stepping forward with his hands making a calming gesture. "It was just a harmless joke. We didn't actually want to upset you."

"That's not quite right," Yaoyorozu spoke up, stepping forward herself. "You've barely even bothered to remember our names, despite the fact that we've spent almost two terms together. You've just given us all some stupid nickname."

"It's quite hurtful to have someone come up with such silly names for you, non?" Aoyama added.

Bakugou ground his teeth, seething. "So this was just some stupid fucking ploy to get me to remember who you were? I already know who you assholes are. I just don't give a shit about any of you." He pointed to the fire-and-ice user. "Tokidoki."

"Not quite," Todoroki replied.

"Maybe you should make more of an effort to get to know people, Mt. Ragemore," Asui said.

"Stop doing that!" Bakugou snapped.

Someone might have added more, but thankfully, Aizawa chose then to arrive, unlocking the door and allowing the students inside. Bakugou didn't think he'd ever been more relieved to sit at a desk with a teacher in the room.

"Let's jump right into our lesson," Aizawa droned, not wasting any time. As he lifted a piece of chalk to the board, he glanced back, a barely perceptible smirk on his face. "How was your morning by the way, you antisocial, needy little shit?"

Bakugou screamed.

Not much to say. Just a stupid idea that's been in my head for a couple days that I felt like writing. I just hope that everyone was relatively in-character.

Also, is it bad that I DON'T hate Mineta's guts?