Author's note: Hello! A few warnings before you start reading: there is mention of rapey things and sex, but neither are described in detail, hence not being rated M. There is also violence written into the stories, and lots of drama!

Writing with characters that are only fourteen years old was super weird, and I have this dumb thing where in my writing, there needs to be a pairing with the main character. If the characters weren't so young, I probably would have written out Cleo and Katsuki's relationship a bit more. I've also been drawn to having an OC with villain parents- not sure why.

Other side notes: I haven't read the manga, so some of the information will be a bit wrong! I also only watch the show sporadically with my bf, so that'll also contribute to some of the info being off. This takes place after the recent season 3 finale.

Added Author's Note (added on 1/24/20): changed ranking from "T" to "M" since reviews for this story have been so weird, compared to my usual stories. This is a weird/silly fanfic that I put a lot of time into. Some of the story parts don't get resolved, but part of that is that the resolution to those things felt so obvious, predictable, and straightforward, I lost interest in writing it. I also prefaced above that some elements would strictly be wrong, not out of malice for the characters or anything, but just because writing characters so young didn't vibe with my writing style and I don't know everything about the BNHA canon. Fanfics are my way of experimenting with writing styles for my books, so they're not necessarily going to be typical fanfics in nature. Please read author's notes before reviewing.

Summary: Cleo Bacchus's father is a villain, and unfortunately, she inherited his quirk. If she uses it to its full strength, then everyone will know that they are related, and she'll be expelled. While attending UA with her fellow someday heroes, she must always keep a smile on her face, and act like everything is okay. At least, with everyone except for the cursing pyromaniac. Katsukixoc, bakugouxoc

Chapter 1

U.A. High

Cleo smiled from the back of the class, momentarily taking in just how tranquil the scene was.

Sitting in class, with her fellow someday heroes, and taking notes. Tenya was as smart as ever, raising his hand every few minutes for a clarifying question. Sometimes the teacher would answer, and sometimes, he'd have one of the other students answer. Izuku and Ochako were usually the ones to raise their hands when Eraser Head looked to the other students.

Sometimes their teacher cuts corners. He seemed to both hate and love teaching.

For their actual training, he was much more interested. When it came to more mundane subjects, that sparkle disappeared from his eyes and he looked absolutely bored out of his skull.

As Cleo looked around, she noticed that Bakugou was similarly disinterested in the lesson plan. He was staring out the window, his red eyes swimming with the usual anger and hurt. Bakugou was always in pain, always angry, and his only outlet was violence.

Cleo had had the misfortune of meeting his mother. Their moms were friends, and when they were younger, Cleo would occasionally go to Bakugou's house. That usually involved Bakugou getting frustrated, his mother yelling at him, making him more stressed, and escalating fights from there.

Bakugou wasn't a pleasant person to be around, but she understood why he was the way he was.

1.

That night, their classmates stayed up a little later than usual. They were all excited for the hero license exam in the coming days.

Bakugou was the exception, hiding away in his room, claiming he was tired.

Cleo sat between Ochako and Sue, her arms spread out behind the couch, and gentle smile on her face.

"I'm so nervous!" Ochako exclaimed, starting another round of nervous chatter.

"So long as we work together, we'll be fine." Tenya assured.

"We can do it. We just need to train and be smart." Izuku said with a determined smirk.

"I'm sure we'll do great." Cleo added confidently.

"That's easy for you to say, your quirk comes naturally to you." Ochako said with a slight pout.

"I've worked hard with my wings, and you've worked hard with your quirk. Your quirk is only as powerful as you make it." Cleo reminded her.

"All of it seems to come so naturally to you. You never seem to struggle." Kaminari commented.

"I struggle, just like everyone, and I'm still learning to be better." Cleo insisted.

"I've never seen you struggle. You're always smiling." Ochako told her.

"My sister makes hero tech, so I had an advantage growing up. I utilize my tools and adapt to circumstances. You have the amazing ability to make things weightless; I just have a pair of dumb wings. If anything, I'm jealous of you guys." Cleo said, shifting the conversation back to them.

She didn't like people focusing on her.

2.

The next day, at the end of school, her teacher asked her to stay afterwards.

On their way out, the students occasionally sent her a questioning look, and she'd shrug in response. She was just as clueless.

One by one, the students left, until it was just Cleo and the teacher.

"Did I do something wrong?" Cleo asked in a soft voice.

"I wanted to ask why you've been holding back." Aizawa said, standing next to the chalkboard and looking her in the eye.

Cleo tilted her head in confusion.

"I'm not sure what you mean." Cleo replied.

"Everyone in this class, at all levels, is challenging themselves to get stronger. They're pushing themselves, using their quirks in new ways, but you seem content in your abilities. You do what's required, but nothing else. If you want to be a hero, you need to do more than reach the status quo." Aizawa said, and a frown tugged at her lips.

Even the teacher.

"How do you want me to push myself?" Cleo asked.

"In training, try new things. Experiment. Don't just stand to the side while other people do the hard part. Use your quirk. In studies, try to actually learn the material, and if it's too easy, read ahead. Instead of settling for a B, go for an A. Do more than the bare basic, because when you're a pro, that won't be enough." Aizawa elaborated.

Cleo gulped down the lump in her throat.

"I'll do my best." Cleo said, summoning her usual smile.

Her teacher nodded, finally dismissing her, and she quickly exited.

Her chest hurt as she walked, thinking about the heavy weight on her shoulders, and the secret she kept from so many people.

If they found out, she could never become a hero.

As she walked, students went past her in a blur. People were excited to go back to their dorms after a long day of school.

When her phone vibrated, she pulled it out of her pocket, and checked the notification.

The Slither gang made another move. They seemed to be slowly getting closer to her city, killing and robbing along the way.

"Hey! What happened?" Ochaco asked as she slid into the vacant spot next to Cleo. She glanced around, finding that no one else from her class had stayed behind.

"He said that I need to push myself more." Cleo replied with a shrug. "Whatever that means."

"You seem really upset by it." Ochaco commented.

Cleo was usually a lot better at hiding her feelings. She did a lot meditation in order to stay at base level.

Apparently that was bad, since the teacher couldn't see when she was frustrated. He couldn't tell that she was being challenged.

"I don't know. I just… I don't know." Cleo admitted lamely.

She trained and she worked hard. She studied, pushed herself, and managed to shove in small amounts of socializing in there.

"Maybe he just wants you to challenge yourself. Instead of doing what comes naturally, work on what doesn't." Ochaco suggested.

But if I lose my concentration, make one mistake, then I could get someone killed.

Maybe I can't be a hero after all.

"You're not alone, Cleo. Don't worry, we'll all work together." Ochako said.

After a while of chatting with her, Ochaco and Cleo split off, going their separate ways.

Cleo ended up on the side of the building, hands in her pockets, and leaning against the wall. She held her phone in her hand, her mother's number in the screen, and contemplated her decision.

She could quit. Transfer to the tech class.

That was always an option.

Cleo took a deep breath, calming her nerves slightly, and put the phone in her pocket.

The back of her head met the wall, and she looked up at the sunny sky.

I'm okay… for now.

3.

The next day, she was paired up with the worst two people in the class: Bakugou and Izuku.

They had a stealth mission, to practice their ability to be quiet and unseen. They were supposed to sneak up on their enemy, overhear certain information, and then return to base camp without the enemy noticing.

About halfway there, she noticed that Bakugou was glaring at her.

"What's with the look?" Cleo asked him.

"You're disgusting." Bakugou replied.

Cleo paused, not expecting such a blunt insult from him. He rarely acknowledged her presence, and out of nowhere, decided to insult her.

"What does that mean?" Cleo asked.

"If you're not here to get stronger, then why the hell are you here? You're a pathetic worm that doesn't have to try. Just skip the fucking grade and get out of my sight, you loser." Bakugou snapped at her.

"What's with all the hostility?" Izuku asked.

"Shut up, Deku!" Bakugou shouted.

"You shut up, we're on a stealth mission. Let's just finish the mission and then you can tell me all about how much you hate me?" Cleo suggested with her usual smile.

"Fuck off, both of you." Bakugou grumbled as he started walking again.

Cleo felt a surge of emotions in her, catching her off guard, and barely held back her quirk from fully activating.

She hadn't felt that urge in so long.

She hadn't felt this kind of anger in so long, and almost immediately, that anger was replaced by fear and horror over what almost transpired.

If she'd lost control, she could have killed both of them before Aizawa reached them.

"Don't worry, Cleo. I'm sure it's nothing personal." Izuku insisted awkwardly.

I can't do this.

I can't be a hero. If I get so close to turning just because Bakugou said something rude, what will happen when I deal with real villains?

The last few hours of classes seemed to slow into a crawl.

She ended up back in her spot from the previous day, back against the wall and phone in her hand outside. This time, she dialed her mother's number, and pressed it against her ear.

After a few rings, her mother picked up.

"I can't do this, mom." Cleo stated, and used all of her strength to just hold back those tears.

"What are you talking about?" Her mother asked.

"If I keep using my quirk, I'm going to hurt someone and be found out. I can't keep doing this. I'm going to transfer to the tech class to be a hero tech like Kagome." Cleo said.

"What happened?" Her mother asked.

"I just… there was a boy. He said some things that upset me, and I almost lost control of my quirk. I don't want anyone else to get hurt, mom." Cleo said, and the tears finally fell.

She remembered all of that blood.

Her mother's scars.

"So you're going to go against the promise you made me nine years ago?" Her mother asked.

Cleo's heart clenched.

"You scarred me for life and promised me that you would be a hero, to make up for all the bad things that your father has done. Are you going to break your promise to me? Is that the type of person you are? Mutilate someone, scarring them for life, and then making promises you don't intend to keep? Next, are you going to run around raping poor women, like your father?" Her mother asked.

Cleo tried to take a deep breath, to calm down.

"N-no." Cleo stuttered.

"Good. Now, which boy made you upset?" Her mother asked.

"I-it's fine, mom." Cleo said.

"Which boy was it? Or do I need to go to your school and talk to your teacher?" Her mother snapped.

"... Katsuki." Cleo said weakly.

"Katsuki? Don't you worry, I'll talk to his mother about this." Her mother said.

"Please don't." Cleo pleaded softly.

"I'll have this sorted out by the end of the day, don't you worry. You're going to become a hero, baby." Her mother said confidently.

Once the call was done, Cleo slid to the floor, arms around her knees, and tried to calm her breathing as the tears fell.

4.

The next morning, when Cleo got to class, she noticed that Bakugou was glaring at the window.

She gulped, knowing full well what his mother was capable of, and the pain she inflicted on him.

Cleo walked over to him, standing next to his seat, but he wouldn't look up at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell on you."

"Fuck off." Bakugou said in a low voice.

Cleo glanced around the room. Only half of their classmates were there, and they looked tired or distracted.

"If it makes you feel better, I was trying to transfer out of this class. My mom wouldn't hear of it." Cleo said, and at that, Bakugou looked up at her.

"Since when are you so fucking sensitive?" Bakugou asked.

"I've thought about being a tech person for a long time. My sister is pretty well known, so it would be easy for me to get a job that way." Cleo said.

"Of course you're taking the easy way out." Bakugou sneered.

"I'm not going to transfer, so it doesn't matter." Cleo replied.

"If the only reason you're here is because of your mom, then you don't deserve to be here." Bakugou snapped.

That's fair.

"Coming from the guy that screams about murdering people everyday." Cleo replied.

Bakugou suddenly stood, taking a threatening step forward, and glaring at her.

His hands were balled into fists.

She didn't move, standing perfectly still with her head tall. They were the same height.

"Are you okay, Cleo? What's going on?" Tenya asked, coming over to them.

"Fuck off." Bakugou snapped at him.

"Fighting isn't allowed in the classroom. You know that, Bakugou." Tenya reminded him.

Bakugou sent another glare at Cleo, only a few inches away from her face, and narrowed his eyes.

"We're just having polite conversation. Right, Bakugou?" Cleo asked him calmly.

"Shut up!" Bakugou yelled, and threw a punch at her. She easily leaned back, grabbed his wrist, and shoved his arm into his chest, without letting him fall.

"Polite conversation, right?" Cleo asked.

"Fuck off." Bakugou said as he squirmed out of her grip.

She let go, walked over to her usual seat, and sat down.

Tenya looked between them, trying to figure out what happened.

Cleo and Bakugou both said nothing, pulling out a book to read.

A little while later, after class started, a guest hero walked to the front of the class.

Like their teacher, his clothes were tame. He wore a thick black coat and wide orange scarf, which made him seem much smaller than he was.

"Good morning, students. I don't want to alarm you, but you should be aware that there is a threat coming this way. There is a villain group called the Slithers, and we gained intelligence that they're planning to try and recruit a student at this school. We believe that person is a relative of the group's leader, Demon King.

"I'm the lead investigator on the case. I've been following this group for a while now, and they're very elusive and dangerous. Make sure that you abide by the curfew and never travel alone. I have confidence that that the teachers at this school will keep you safe, but you should still stay vigilant."

Izuku raised his hand.

"Do you have any idea which student they're going to go after?" Izuku asked.

"No, just that they might be related to the gang members. It's also possible that the person they're planning to target is unaware of their relationship to them. Everyone should stay on guard." The investigator warned.

"Most of the people in the group are men, so does that mean that they probably aren't going after girls?" Izuku asked.

"Possibly. We don't know for certain, though." The detective said.

"Do you think they're going after Bakugou again?" Hanta asked.

"Why the hell would they go after me?" Bakugou asked.

"Every other villain is." Hanta replied, and then recoiled at the glare that Bakugou sent their way.

"Their target could be anyone in the school. It may not even be someone in this room. I'm going around to every class today to make the announcement and answer questions." The investigator said.

He's trying to sniff them out. Cleo realized, studying him carefully. She wondered what his quirk was.

"Unless you have anything else to add, we should continue our studies." Their teacher announced.

"Thank you for letting me speak. I hope all of you have a good day." He said, gave a polite bow, and then left.

Cleo did her usual meditation to keep her heart and breathing level.

If he was a mind reader, she was done for. If he had the ability to pick up on sweating or heartbeat or whatever, she would be fine.

5.

After class, most of 1-A hung out in the common area of their dorm.

Cleo tried to act like her usual lofty and smiling self. That day in particular, though, she had difficulty.

"Who do you think is going to be targeted?" Kyoka asked the group.

"No way it's someone from our class. No one here could be related to such a high ranked villain like that without us knowing. The school is really thorough with their background checks." Eijiro replied.

"For all we know, it's a distant cousin. Like Jiko said, the student might not even know that they're related." Tenya voiced.

"What's the point in worrying about it? I'm more concerned about the exam coming up." Cleo brought up, effectively derailing the topic of conversation.

Eventually, the conversation shifted to training, and half the group decided that they wanted to start doing group jogging before class. That way, they could exercise outside in a big group, making the activity less dangerous.

While they chatted, Cleo's phone beeped, alerting her to the new notification.

They were getting closer.

6.

The next day, the teacher paired everyone up for hand to hand combat practice. People were encouraged to not focus on using their quirks and instead focus on what would happen if, for whatever reason, they were unable to use their quirks to immobilize their opponent.

Cleo was unlucky enough to get paired with Bakugou.

And he was pissed.

Which is probably why their teacher paired them together. Cleo was a good fighter, kept calm even in the most stressful situations, and wouldn't end up being Bakugou's punching bag. For pairings, she was commonly partnered with him or Todoroki.

Since she wasn't supposed to use her quirk, her wings were tucked away, putting her at a disadvantage. She was used to using her wings as a counter balance in fights like this.

Their sparring started out like normal, practicing the moves that the teacher demonstrated, but then Bakugou went off script.

His knuckles smashed into her cheek, hard enough to send her stumbling back.

"Idiot." Bakugou told her.

"I'm an idiot for assuming you would follow the rules for this exercise?" Cleo asked.

"Villains don't follow rules. You should always be ready." Bakugou said, and he threw another punch at her, which she blocked and redirected.

"Katsuki, Cleo, stick to the exercise." Aizawa shouted.

"Yes, sensei." Cleo immediately replied, and sent a glare at Bakugou.

"Teacher's pet." Bakugou said in a low voice.

"Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?" Cleo asked him as they went back to their original positions. She pretended to go after him with a fake knife, and he disarmed her in the move they were taught.

"You're only here because of your mom. You shouldn't be here." Bakugou replied, letting her go.

She took a measured step back, gritting her teeth, and tried to hold back her anger.

"What? Did that piss you off?" Bakugou asked with a smirk.

"Just do the dumb exercise, Bakugou." Cleo grit, and tried to focus on her breathing.

"Or else what?" Bakugou asked, and caught the fake blade as she tossed it to him. He lunged at her with the blade, moving fast, and she reacted out of impulse, doing a different move that knocked the blade out of his hand.

"Stick to the move we're going over, Cleo." Aizowa said from the front of the room.

Cleo took another measured breath, feeling that anger and frustration claw their way through her chest and try to escape.

Bakugou picked up the fake knife, fast, and lunged at her again.

She focused on the move they had gone over, but in the process, lost her focus with her quirk.

Pain surged through her back, just below her wings, and she convulsed in pain.

She forced her quirk back.

Mid transformation sent scales and bones through her back, and she forced the half formed wings back inside, stabbing into her rib cage.

She stumbled, struggling to keep her quirk back, and started to fall.

Bakugou caught her, and she pushed him away, falling to the ground.

She focused on stopping her quirk.

"What the hell?" Bakugou asked.

She wanted to stand back up, to walk off the pain, but there was too much stabbing pain spreading through her back, and she was afraid that her quirk would take control if she lost focus.

So she was left on the ground, bleeding out, and trying to ignore him, trying to focus on her quirk.

Aizawa knelt down in front of her, and she flinched when he touched her shoulder. She looked up at him, seeing that he was looking at her wings.

The other students gathered around them.

"I-I'll be fine." Cleo stuttered and shifted to stand, but her arm buckled beneath her, and she used her energy to not cry out in pain.

She felt like someone stabbed her repeatedly and left the daggers in her back.

"The nurse is on her way. Can you tell me what happened?" Aizawa asked her.

"I'm fine." Cleo muttered, and thought back to all the blood from that day.

She promised to be a hero.

She couldn't be a hero if they found out.

She took a deep breath and sat up, careful with her wings, and stood up.

She was about to insist that she was fine, but then she saw all the blood on the ground.

There was no way to get out of going to the nurse.

"What happened?" Aizawa asked.

"... sometimes my quirk is a little weird when I lose focus. It's nothing to worry about." Cleo said with a smile, and kept focusing on her breaths.

She tried to ignore the pain.

"How exactly did your quirk do that?" Aizawa asked skeptically.

"I lost focus. It's nothing, really. It looks worse than it is." Cleo insisted.

"You should have included that in your quirk description when you first came to this school. There was a section for injuries that result from your quirk." Aizawa chastised.

"Sorry. It's so rare that I didn't think to mention it. It's only happened once before." Cleo said with a smile.

7.

When she finally escaped the nurse's office, her class was in the middle of math.

Ectoplasm paused, and looked her way.

Everyone in the class looked at her.

"I heard about what happened. How are you doing?" Ectoplasm asked.

"I'm fine, it looked worse than it was. I'm sorry if I scared anyone earlier." Cleo said with a smile, and addressed the class for the last part.

"Are you going to be okay? That was a lot of blood." Izuku asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. The nurse just advised that I take it easy for the rest of the day." Cleo answered casually. Her wings were tucked in, invisible to the average person. One of the advantages of her quirk was that her wings could fold up and be small, but when she needed them, her wingspan could reach five meters.

"I'm glad to hear you'll be okay. Take a seat." Ectoplasm instructed.

Cleo took her usual seat in the back of the class, behind Bakugou, and accidentally locked eyes with him as she walked.

She couldn't read him, which was unusual. He was either angry or… she didn't know if he felt any other emotions. He was probably angry that she cut into their training time.

She continued to her seat and got out her mathbook and notes.

8.

That night, she stood in her room by her mirror, frowning at the consequence of her earlier actions.

She couldn't slip up like that again. She was lucky that the nurse was busy that day and didn't look too closely.

Cleo technically had a second pair of wings below her normal ones, but they were much more inconspicuous. In her full form, her entire body would be covered in scales, and her internal structure would change as well. Her injuries that day resulted from stopping the shifting process during a dangerous time in that transition.

Hopefully Aizawa and Bakugou didn't see those extra wings.

Glancing at the door again, she did a paranoid look around the room, and let her scaled wings come out.

They looked disgusting, but letting them out relieved some of her pain. The place they nestled in her body rubbed up against the new injuries she'd suffered. Because of the nurse, she should be healed by the next day, but until then, she needed to not activate them as much as possible.

Cleo wasn't exactly a feminine person. She was much more muscular than most girls and tall, too. Growing up people, liked to joke that she was a man, and she never took offense like most girls would. She didn't hold as strong of an association to her gender.

She liked what she liked, and she didn't let her gender dictate when she liked or how she acted.

Her hair was long and thick, braided into hundreds of small braids with the bottom half dyed orange. Her hair was always pulled back in a massive braid, out of the way, and was heavy enough to not bother her when flying.

As her gaze moved back to the disgusting wings, a frown tugged at her lips. Her main set of wings were in the first stage of her transformation, lacking the protective scales, which made them sensitive but look different than her father's quirk. Her wings looked like fleshy pterodactyl wings, hense her hero name, Pterodactyl.

The second pair of wings were covered in blue and green scales, and the dark scales contrasted with her first pair of wings greatly. They stood out.

When she was younger, her mother made her something to keep the smaller wings from coming out. She sewed fabric to go around her, over the second wings, and keep them curled against her back. Cleo had grown used to keeping her wings folded, so she stopped wearing it.

Maybe she needed that again.

She frowned, and looked around the room, wondering if she had her sewing supplies with her. To her luck, the small basket was in the corner of her room, hiding beneath her exercise equipment.

As she thought about making a new binder, her thoughts strayed to her exercise equipment.

Everyone wanted her to work harder.

Maybe she needed to work in more exercise, like Izuku.

A tired sigh escaped her lips, and her wings instinctively moved out, stretching.

As much as she hated how her second wings looked, she loved the feeling of finally stretching them. The sensation was borderline painful, since she never used those muscles, but it was nice to use them nonetheless.

She wished that she didn't have to hold back her quirk so much, so often.

The urge to let her quirk run wild tugged at her heart, but she pushed that feeling down.

She gulped, thinking about the exam coming up.

If people saw her quirk there...

She flopped the UA competition because of that fear. She lost in the one-on-one fights to Ochaco because of that.

She couldn't afford to lose.

She needed that hero licence. If her father came for her, she needed to be able to defend herself.

9.

As they boarded the bus the following morning, one by one, Cleo was grateful for how quickly the nurse's quirk worked. She barely felt any residual pain from the previous day.

With each movement, she was painfully aware of the new binder she wore, and she hoped that it wouldn't get in the way. As she walked, she moved around a little more, checking how the cloth slid and tugged, and what she'd need to work on later. They would be getting there early, so she could hide in the bathroom to do minor fixes.

When she stepped onto the bus, she realized that the only available seats were next to Minetta or Bakugou.

… risk being sexually harassed, or lose control next to Bakugou?

She looked between the two, contemplating the pros and cons.

Minetta looked like he really wanted her to sit next to him.

Bakugou glared daggers at her, as if quietly threatening to kill her if she sat next to him.

Feeling a bit more in control than the previous day, Cleo went to the back, and slid into the seat next to Bakugou.

"Fuck off." Bakugou seethed.

"You fuck off." Cleo retorted, and pulled out her phone.

As she slouched, she noticed that the binder restricted her breathing a little. She'd forgotten to test the new cloth while seated.

"Whatever." Bakugou muttered, and turned to look out the window.

Cleo checked her notifications, and tensed when she saw the latest news about the Demon King.

There was an update to their previous crime. They had robbed a bank yesterday, killing three people in the process. The story was updated to include that a woman had been brutally raped and murdered, with her corpse being left in the basement. They'd initially left it out of the report so that they could contact her family.

A cold chill went down her spine as she read on, and she recalled the warning that the investigator had given them.

"I thought you weren't worried about that crap?" Bakugou asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"I like to stay informed." Cleo replied.

"Uh-huh." He replied.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Cleo said, her voicing rising more than intended. She glanced around, finding that she'd gotten the attention of her classmates. "Sorry."

"You're so pathetic." Bakugou said.

She elbowed him, hard, in the stomach, glaring at him.

"Only idiots let their guard down, right?" Cleo asked him.

"No fighting on the bus, you two." Tenya ordered.

"Fuck off or I'll kick your ass, too!" Bakugou shouted at him.

"Just shut up and sit down." Cleo told him.

"Why do you keep picking fights with Cleo? Do you like her?" Minetta asked with a creepy grin.

"Of course not, she's an annoying brat that doesn't deserve to be here. I hate her." Bakugou stated.

"Yet, you keep getting paired with her or sitting next to her." Minetta pointed out.

Bakugou then brought his leg up, angling himself to kick her out of the seat, and she grabbed his leg, pulling, and caused him to flop over and land awkwardly on Sue's lap across the aisle.

He scrambled back to his feet, about to attack Cleo, when Aizawa's voice filled the air, yelling at Bakugou to "shut up and sit down."

Cleo shifted to Bakugou's old spot, next to the window.

Bakugou glared at her, but nonetheless sat down.

She pulled up a phone game on her phone, and Bakugou similarly pulled out his phone, getting distracted by his own mindless game.