A/N: So, the idea for this story popped into my head recently and I could not get it to go away no matter how hard I tried. I would have preferred to finish my other work before starting this, but I soon found I couldn't write anything until I started drafting this story. But then I liked the draft so much that I felt like I had to start writing it so now here we are. I promise to get back to my other story soon, I just have to get this out of my system first. I have a lot of chapters written already so I'll be updating regularly.

-Disclaimers: The title is from one of my favorite songs and I do not own My Hero Academia

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-Katsuki's Point of View- Thursday

Its too fucking loud with all these extras and their damn drama. I never should have agreed to help Tape Dispenser and Dunce Face study for our upcoming quiz. Of-fucking-course they would invite Pinkie and Shitty Hair to join in on the shit show. And of-fucking-course none of them can focus on the goddamn schoolwork because they're too busy talking about shit that has nothing to do with them. I don't know why I've resigned myself to hang with these losers in the first place. They are such pains in the fucking-

"Bakugou! Hey, are you listening to me?" Pinkie is sitting across from me in my dorm room, pink legs pulled up to her chest, one arm draping over her knees, the other waiving in front of my face like I couldn't possibly hear her unless she gets in my personal fucking space like that.

"The fuck you want, Pinkie? And before you answer, I'm warning you right now if it doesn't have to do with the homework, I'll kick all of your asses out!" I had better things to do and little interest in helping any of them. I only agreed to this to get them to shut up and now look at where that landed me. In the middle of the endless fucking bullshit nonsense they call socializing. Fuck that.

"Okay, before you get all blasty on me, I'll have you know it's important."

"But it's not about school?" I questioned, already smirking as I imagined blasting them all out of my room.

"Eh, no but-"

"Then you can all get the fuck out right now. Get ponytail or glasses to fucking tutor you!"

"Chill out Bakubro and let the girl talk." Shitty Hair eyed me sympathetically, like I would somehow budge from my current mission if he did. Fat chance in hell.

"Thank you Eijiruo, now as I was saying… Do you know what's up with Izuku?"

I have no idea why she'd be asking me what's up with that shitty nerd. It's not like I'm his fucking keeper or anything and the fact she thought I'd know pisses me off. None of them were aware of the extra time I spend with him and All Might so I can't imagine why she'd ask me anything about him. "Why the hell would I know? You should be asking his little circle of flowers like Pink Cheeks or some shit."

"You really don't know? Huh, I thought for sure you would since you guys have known each other for so long." She unfurled herself from her spot next to my bed and moved to get comfortable in Sero's lap, who's skinny ass was taking up my office chair.

"That doesn't make us friends, Pinkie." What an idiot reason to think I would know anything about him. "I guess since I've known the fucking cashier at the 7-11 by my house since I was a brat you probably think I know her life story too. Am I supposed to know where she took her last holiday or maybe what she had to fucking eat for dinner last Tuesday?" To be fair, I could tell you where Izuku's last vacation was but that's only because our parents are BFF's or whatever. They don't need to know that.

She put her hands in the air in resignation, probably trying to placate me but it sure as hell wasn't working. "Okay, okay, I get it."

"We all get it." Sero chimed in from behind her.

"I just noticed that Izuku disappears every weekend and I thought you might know where he's going. Not to mention how he got permission to leave school grounds so frequently." She paused, a dreamy expression crossing her face as she added "Cause I'd pay a lot of money for those kinds of privileges. This girl needs a vacation!"

Though I kept my expression firmly set in angry/neutral, I was surprised to hear Deku was leaving campus so frequently. If it was related to All Might, I'd know about it because we've been training together with him and I doubt they'd leave me out of it. As far as I'm aware, nothing happened with Auntie Inko and Izuku doesn't have any other nearby friends or relatives who would need him to go home during the weekends. Well, shit. Maybe I know a lot more about the nerd than I want to admit but that changes nothing.

"Are you sure you don't know anything?" This nosy, pink piece of chewing gum. Jesus Christ.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. Drop it already."

"It's just, I know you say you aren't friends, but we've all noticed how you've become… what's the word I'm looking for?" She bites her bottom lip as she sits there thinking about it like I have all fucking day or something. Guess what? I don't.

"Oh, I know! Subdued. Bakubro's been especially subdued around him lately." Shitty hair grinned wide, his white pointy teeth distracting to say the least.

"Yes! Subdued is perfect." She rocked forward on Sero's lap, excited to have found the "perfect" word she was looking for. "You've been acting especially subdued, cause you know, you're only yelling at him sometimes and you two seem to fight, I don't know, nicer."

She's not wrong. I haven't felt the need to light Deku in flames in a while and I guess I'm not as annoyed every time he happens to cross into my line of sight. I still see red every time he mutters but I haven't threatened to murder him because of it in a while either. I guess now that he's finally getting the hang of One for All and doing better in general, we've shifted from bully/victim to proper rivals. I feel extremely unsettled by this revelation.

If someone would have told fourteen-year-old me that in a few years Deku would be actual competition to me I'd have laughed and exploded him to Timbuktu. Why the fuck does any of this matter?

"Ha! Look, his eye is twitching. Babe, you've talked him into the Bakuspace." Tape Dispenser's stupid, gleeful voice pulled me from my thoughts and now everyone was looking at my eyebrows with amusement.

"Hah? The fuck is Bakuspace?" I'm unamused as I wait for one of these assholes to explain.

Shitty Hair had the decency to look sheepish, burying his hand in his thick mane of red hair behind his head while smiling awkwardly. "Bakuspace is a word we made up to describe the headspace you seem to fall in when someone brings something to your attention that irritates and confuses you."

"Yeah! You get all frowny and serious, but the biggest giveaway is when your eyebrow twitches" Dunce face adds, apparently choosing now to join in on the conversation that I'd sure as hell prefer wasn't happening in the first place.

May God have mercy on their souls because I can feel little pops of explosions going off in my palms and I'd say shit is about to get real in here. I slowly rise from my place on the floor, explosions still going off like the grand-fucking-finale of a fireworks show. "I do not go into Bakuspace. That's not a fucking thing and I will murder the next extra who tries to say otherwise. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah we got it. Cool your jets blasty." Pinkie is unflustered by my outburst, making me realize they're all too comfortable around me. "Anywho, I think its time for a change in topic. I suggest we switch gears and discuss what to do about our class killjoy, Iida. That boy needs to get laid, or at least a significant other. He's rarely on board for any kind of unapproved shenanigans and I strongly believe if he gets a love life he'll care less and maybe even join in on the fun." Her not so subtle topic change gives me whiplash and a goddamn migraine. Once again, it has nothing to do with school and they are getting even further off track, but since it doesn't involve Deku or fucking Bakuspace I decide to allow it.

"Oh, I completely agree with that. Iida needs to chill out almost as much as Kacchan does." I can actually feel the muscles in my face spasm as I shift my scowl to the yellow haired idiot who is sitting too close to me for his own safety.

"Don't fucking call me that!"

"Call you what?" He smirks like the cheeky little fuck he is.

"C'mon Denki, don't push his buttons or he really will kick us out." A loud smacking sound fills the air as Pinkie smacks his arm hard enough to leave a red handprint. I hope it welts, the fucker. "Now back to my thing." She continues like she didn't just assault dunce face and I have to give her respect for how quickly she rolls along. "I personally think Uraraka would be perfect for him. I'm pretty sure she's into him but too shy to say anything. And I bet he likes her too but is too focused on school and ruining everyone's fun to realize it. What do you guys think?"

"I don't know… I'm not sure it would be right to meddle with them for our own benefit." Shitty hair sounds unsure and I have to agree with him.

"No, we would be doing him a favor. Like I said, I think they are both into each other but neither of them knows how to go about starting anything. We'd be helping them." She clasped her hands together, dreamy smile back on her face.

"Well, when you put it like that… I guess it would be pretty manly to help them come together. Okay, I'm in."

"Yes! What about you, Denki? You in?"

"Hell yeah! I'm tired of being the only class not throwing awesome parties!"

Pinkie turned to Tape Dispenser, eyes pleading for him to agree. "What about you?"

"You know I support your uh, extracurricular activities. Sure, I'm in." He flashes her an easy, white toothed smile and suddenly they are all looking at me. Why the fuck do I hang out with these idiots again?

"Tch, leave me out of it. I have better ways to spend my time."

"Yes! We're all in! I officially declare Mission Engine Boi meets Floaty Girl a go go!"

Oh, for fuck's sake.