Yo, what up, my dudes! It me! :D

So, this was originally just a one shot, but, as I should expect at this point, it got really, really long, so I'm splitting it into a two shot instead. And it will STAY a two shot. This will also be WAY more light hearted than my last fic. Just saying.

A couple things before you continue. First off, this is OC writing practice for me, so there will be quite a few of them. Most of them are meant to be despicable, but still. Second is that there is a character who is mentioned to have touched another character inappropriately at one point. I promise it isn't graphic at all and you don't even see it happen, but if that still makes you uncomfortable, then please proceed with caution. :)

Also, for those of you who have read my other three MHA stories currently uploaded at this time, I referenced all of them at least once in this chapter. I'm curious to see if you can spot them all! X)

That should be all. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

That morning had been the usual f***ing disaster that is his class trying to relearn how to function like intelligible human life for the day, but at this point, he'd long since accepted his fate of being associated with them.

It was six in the morning when Bakugou returned from his morning jog and found Four Eyes and Deku nearly passed out on the couches. Apparently, the class had decided to have a mass studying session for a test they were having today and had drank so much coffee that even Aizawa had been concerned for their health. These two idiots had somehow been dragged into it after being strong armed into helping Ponytail with tutoring. Bakugou had no idea how long it lasted, but he couldn't be more grateful that he'd gotten out of it. An early bedtime has its perks, people. It did upset him that his competition for the highest grade would have the disadvantage of being bone tired, but ultimately, that was their own fault.

By six thirty, he'd made himself breakfast and Deku and Four Eyes were forcing themselves to exist at this apparently ungodly hour. Ponytail and Half n' Half showed up around this time, Ponytail tripping over her own feet and bumping into walls. Half n' Half, alternatively, seemed wide awake, alert to his surroundings despite normally being as clueless as a toddler on laughing gas in a snake pit and helping lead the class vice rep over to the couches with the other 'geniuses'.

Icyhot sighed. "Well, at least someone else got enough sleep. You even seem to be in a good mood today."

Bakugou snorted. "Yeah, well, I ain't a f***ing idiot, unlike the rest of these dips***s, apparently."

"I'd like to think they would prefer terms such as 'easily swayed' or 'self-sacrificing'."

"It's stupid is what it is. Not my fault if they fall behind and I take the top spot in academics."

"You don't seem as thrilled about that as one might think."

"Half n' Half, you are literally the last person I should have to explain myself to."

Shockingly, (pun not intended, f*** you) the next person to show up in the common room was Sparky, literally almost tripping out of the elevator and falling flat on his face. While Icyhot went to check on Deku after he fell asleep sitting up and somehow managed to end up on the floor, Sparky waddled over to the kitchen counter and planted his face onto the smooth surface.

Bakugou had to admit that he was impressed, watching as Dunce Face's arm lazily lifted into the air and inched towards his plate. With a cheshire grin, Bakugou nudged a pepper into his reach and watched in sadistic amusement as the offering was taken without question and the idiot shoved it into his mouth without even looking at it.

The reaction was near instantaneous, Sparky shooting up, wide awake, with a scream that had Deku, Four Eyes, and Ponytail at their feet in sloppy fighting stances instantly. With impressive speeds, Sparky ran to the fridge as if his a** was on fire, ripped it open and yanked a full gallon of milk out. Bakugou decided that warning everyone about germs wasn't worth the trouble as the moron straight up chugged it, but he made a mental note for himself to avoid using that particular jug at all costs unless he wanted to catch a case of the stupid. It could be infectious, after all.

Breathing harshly, Dunce Face turned to glare at him with a look of betrayal. "I trusted you, man! How could you!?"

"Hey, you're awake now, aren't you?" Bakugou responded, tone bored and completely straight-faced.

Drooly could only give him the most deadpan look he was capable of. "...I really hate you sometimes."

"Feeling's mutual."

And that was the fairly tolerable beginning to what would end up being one of the most infuriating couple of days in Bakugou's entire f***ing life.

It was irritating, how used to Four Eye's lecturing and Raccoon Eyes's and Sparky's screaming he'd become. Earlobes's tapping and humming was as commonplace as Weird Hair manhandling him as some sort of greeting and somehow, someway that he wasn't even remotely interested in knowing, even Deku's mumbling had just become background noise to an average weekday morning in the classroom. Huffing in acceptance to the usual barrage of sound, he leaned back in his chair and let out a content sigh.

Funny thing, life was. Last year, he might have killed someone by now.

"You seem like you're in a good mood today." Earlobes suddenly commented, twirling one jack with her finger while the other one was still plugged into her phone.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "I don't have 'good moods'. I just haven't found anything to be p***ed about yet."

Jirou snorted loudly, coughing lightly into her hand like an unhygienic barbarian before returning to her playlist. Somewhere behind him, Tape Face's wheezing sounded like a dying horse. He'd whirl around and tell him to mind his own f***ing business, but Aizawa was already lumbering into the classroom like the personification of death before even Four Eyes could yell at everyone to shut up and sit down.

"Good morning..." he drawled, though it sounded more akin to zombie moans. The class hesitantly responded, sharing glances of concern as their homeroom teacher walked up to his podium and promptly face planted onto it.

Well then.

"Sensei!" Four Eyes shouted, chopping at the air wildly. "Are you alright!? Do you not feel well?!"

Without lifting his head, Aizawa raised his hand to silence him, the classroom going deathly quiet. He straightened himself out a moment later, looking at all of them with bloodshot eyes and a frown fit for someone on sentenced for life. "This evening through tomorrow, we will be expecting guests on campus."

Bakugou already hated it. He didn't even need Aizawa to continue as he went on. "They are students from a nearby heroics school that Nezu personally invited to observe classes and tour U.A. High. Please, don't cause too much trouble."

Bakugou did not miss the fact that the underground hero was glaring directly at him when he said that.

"Sensei!" Four Eyes's hand was back in the air. "If I may ask, which school will be visiting?"

Aizawa took a deep breath. "It's a school that...a former colleague of mine teaches at, just down the road from here. If I remember correctly, it's called the Musutafu Conservatory for Heroics, or MCH for short. So pretentious..."

"Um, pardon me..." Ponytail asked hesitantly. "But are you sure that's the name? I've never heard of this institution before."

"Trust me," Aizawa growled, more so to himself. "There's a reason for that."

"I've heard of it." Uraraka thought out loud. "It's apparently super cheap to live around there, and pretty easy to get into, so I'd been thinking about it for a while before my parents convinced me to test into U.A."

"Uraraka, I just might fail you for ever even thinking about it." Pink Cheeks let out a pathetic 'eep!' as Aizawa continued. "Now then, next period will be your exam, so I do hope that you're all prepared, and for today's lesson, we will be focusing on the logistics and benefits of positive treatment towards civilians, victims, and colleagues while on the field, so pay attention, please."

Aizawa was glaring at him again. Bakugou didn't particularly appreciate it.

"So, check this out."

Ashido slid her lunch tray aside and shoved her phone screen into the nearest person's face, that person being Sero. He jerked back to avoid being smashed into as Ashido kept talking, blissfully unaware that she'd almost beamed the guy in the face. "Musutafu Conservatory for Heroics. For the best and beyond."

"What is that, their alma mater?" Bakugou scoffed. "F***ing lame."

Kaminari snerked. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to side with Blasty on that one. It sounds like that one retail store."

"Bed, Bath, and Beyond?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

Kirishima spat his drink all over the table and Ashido managed to jab her phone into Sero's chin. She pulled it back, still not noticing Sero rubbing his chin painfully as she scrolled through the school's website. "Let's see, small student population, ninety five percent job acceptance rate, list of pro hero faculty and staff, this place actually seems pretty good. I wonder why Aizawa-sensei was so bitter about it."

"Let me see that." Bakugou demanded, plucking her phone out of her hands. He took one look through the statistics and snorted. "Yeah right. Small student population due to acceptance rate or obscurity and poor ratings, which don't seem to be listed here? And are those jobs as pro heroes or sidekicks who never made the cut? Those are paying jobs. Or how about other kinds of work like secretaries or PR managers, or jobs outside the heroics industry altogether? It's too f***ing vague. And I've never even heard of half of these f***ers listed in the faculty, and the ones that I do recognize aren't even in the top one hundred heroes. This place looks sketchy as f***."

"Hear that?" Kaminari said to the group, gesturing towards him. "This is why this guy's the one with our squad's collective brain cell."

"What?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I wanna see!" Kirishima exclaimed, reaching for Ashido's phone. Bakugou allowed the redhead to yank it from his hands as he peered at the screen with interest.

Sero hummed, mostly to himself. "If this place is so sketch, I wonder why the principal invited them to U.A."

"Could be anything, really." Bakugou reasoned, taking a sip of his drink and stabbing at Ashido's searching hand with his utensil, earning a screech. "If there's one word that describes Nezu, it's unpredictable."

"Valid point." Sero thought aloud. "A grudge, maybe? He can be pretty spiteful."

"How the h*** should I know?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"You know what I'd like to know?" Kaminari suddenly said. "My grade on that test."

Sero and Ashido let out twin groans of agony while Bakugou just rolled his eyes. "Oh, get over it. It wasn't that hard."

"Easy for you to say!" Ashido whined. "If it wasn't that hard, then why didn't you let us borrow our brain cell!?"

"What does that even mean!?"

"Don't worry about it!" Kaminari yelled with his mouth full like a disgusting two year old.

"Uh, guys..." Kirishima suddenly interjected, his brows furrowed in confusion. "I think I might have figured out what's going on."

The group fell silent, all eyes on the hardening quirk user. There really was no other way to describe the look on his face outside of pure confusion, head tilted as if trying to solve an elaborate puzzle. Bakugou reached for the phone, Kirishima pointing to where he was looking as the device was handed off.

Bakugou's eyes zeroed in on it almost instantly. "You've got to be f***ing kidding me."

Top rival of U.A.! Fighting for the number one spot! No greater school in Musutafu!

"These guys honestly think they're on par with us?" Bakugou questioned, his tone a mixture of irritation and disbelief as the other three all gaped. "Is Shiketsu out of the running all of a sudden? Those guys might be really, really weird, but if there's anything that Camie and Baldy have shown me, it's that they're competent. These guys are a joke."

"Awwwww," Ashido cooed. "He's complimenting his friends~."

"SHUT-"

Sero loudly cleared his throat. "I hate to break up this lovely banter, but we've got more pressing matters at hand, like what in the world we're in for here."

"I'm honestly worried about them." Kirishima admitted, concern etching his face. "I think they're biting off more than they can chew. What if another villain attack happens while they're here?"

"Hey, these f***ers are the ones who signed up to be heroes. If s*** hits the fan and they can't handle it, that's not our problem."

"But..."

"Hey man, Bakugou's right." Kaminari spoke up, no longer stuffing his face and talking like a normal human being. "Times are changing. With how things are now, they should technically be ready for the provisional license exams by this point. You know, sidekick level at least."

Sero smirked. "Then again, you know who here didn't get their license their first try?"

Bakugou nearly AP shot him from across the table. "Okay, first of all, f*** you. Second, it wasn't because of my practical ability that I didn't qualify. Those two a**hats should have been able to get out just fine on their own!"

"And there's the problem. You're getting better at it, but rescue's still really important in heroics. It's kind of the point even. 'To win is to save and to save is to win.' You literally said something along those lines yourself, dude. I was there, and it was bada**."

Bakugou sunk down against the table, the lower half of his face hidden behind his arms as he glared daggers at the glorified tape dispenser with beady red eyes and gave a low growl. Sero only smiled back.

"Back to the topic at hand!" Ashido suddenly yelled, making the three idiots jump. "The way I see it, we won't know what to expect until they get here, so for now, we just have to wait and see. Oh, and Sero, when did you bruise your chin?"

Sero gave her the most withering glare that he'd ever conjured up in his time at U.A. High. Bakugou may or may not have snickered at that.

Now, Bakugou has hated people before. It's in his nature to butt heads with people, pick fights and make enemies. His entire being is a perpetual explosion, moving outward, constant energy, motion, fire and heat and anger, anger, anger. He may be good at a lot of things, but people are not one of them. So yes, he's hated plenty of people in the past, whether he got over it or not.

But these guys? He'd rather call himself besties with Deku and then go out for a drink with Shigaraki Tomura. At least they're not complete failures in their respective chosen roles in society.

The MCH pr***s arrived just before dinner in Lunch Rush's cafeteria in one of the most pompous and flashy looking buses that any of them had ever seen, though the only one at all impressed was Twinkle Toes. Bakugou felt like he had a pretty good idea where the school's budget went. The bus steps even had a red f***ing carpet roll out as soon as it opened.

The first person to step out was a woman. Average height, dark brown, almost black hair down to her shoulders and slick glasses. She almost looked like a stereotypical movie nurse. Her hero costume even resembled a nurse outfit, though unlike what Midnight might go with, there wasn't anything suggestive about it.

What was suggestive was the look in her eyes. Bakugou already hated her.

Ten teens lined up behind her, clean uniforms without a single wrinkle on them, looking as if they owned the entirety of Japan. Bakugou had the sudden urge to punch the guy in front with the muted red hair in the face, but at least he could say that over the last several months of his life, he's learned a thing or two about restraint.

Some of them had some pretty fascinating traits, such as one girl with squid tentacles for hair and a super tall, burly guy with the most impressive sideburns that he'd ever seen, paired with giant canine fangs that made him look like a wild animal. One girl, with a dead expression that put Earlobes's resting b**** face to shame, literally looked like she was made of plastic.

Bakugou stood off to the side, his classmates and the other hero class practically climbing over each other to get a good look at the new arrivals. Ashido was literally climbing on top of Uniform to get a better view. He could already hear Deku scribbling theories in a notebook and muttering to himself, as if he'd become so used to the sound that his brain would automatically zone in on it if the nerd was nearby.

The nurse lady sauntered up to Aizawa and Vlad King with the confidence of someone under the influence and threw her hand forward. "It's been a long time, Eraserhead!"

"Blessedly so." he responded deadpan, staring at her outstretched hand as if it were a snake threatening to bite him.

She scowled, but her sickeningly sweet smile was back on her face instantly. "I see you haven't changed much."

"Same with you. When was the last time you even saw a villain?"

Nurse Dumba** laughed at that, a high pitch cackle that reminded him of a fairytale witch. "And when's the last time you even saw a woman?"

Some of Bakugou's classmates gave each other weird, awkward glances. Bakugou himself wasn't even sure was she was trying to insinuate with that. Vlad King had been about to say something, but Aizawa just rolled his eyes. "Dinner's in the cafeteria tonight. I'm sure you can find it on your own. You will be staying in an assigned spare dormitory that the principal has prepared for you. If you have any questions, don't bother asking me."

Dumba** snorted as the three of them moved away from the group of students. "So rude."

"Well," Kaminari muttered next to him. "I can safely say that I'm not a fan of hers."

"For once, we agree on something, Sparky." Bakugou responded under his breath, earning a snerk from the electric blonde.

While Nurse Dumba**, Aizawa, and Vlad King stood off somewhere else, though she must have still been talking s*** from the nasty look on Earlobes's face, the other heroics students began to mingle with the MCH kids. There was one girl who stayed far back, short, straight blonde hair and green eyes a little too similar to Deku's for his personal liking, sweating profusely and looking about ready to run for it. She stood close to the bus, trying to avoid any possible eye contact.

A shiver ran through her body, likely feeling his gaze on her, and her eyes meet his. Bakugou wasn't quite sure why, likely something to do with her quirk, but it was like someone had shone a flashlight in his face, forcing him to squint at the sudden onslaught of light assaulting his vision. He barely noticed the girl going sickeningly pale, terror painting her face as she, after a long moment, spun around and bolted behind the bus. Huh. Weird.

"So this is the competition?" he overheard, and as if he were a deity being mocked by a mere mortal man, his steely gaze whipped over towards that d*** muted redhead, the kid's own eyes traveling across the sea of future heroes that Bakugou would bet his quirk could individually kick the guy's a**. The other eight students were like sheep being herded off a cliff, all looking on with expressions spanning between acceptance and straight up admiration. It was disgusting.

"Greetings, students of Musutafu Conservatory for Heroics!" Four Eyes suddenly exclaimed, making some of the 1-B kids jump in surprise. "I am Iida Tenya, class representative of U.A.'s heroics class 1-A! It is a pleasure to meet you all!"

Muted Redhead snorted. "Of course it is."

Kirishima must have noticed Bakugou's eye twitching, because his hand was tightly gripping his shoulder a moment later.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" the boy behind Muted said, sporting one of the more clean cut, plainest appearances he's ever seen in his entire f***ing life. He easily outstretched his hand, Four Eyes hesitantly accepting it. "Call me Rikiya, Rikiya Ayamu, proud second rank of MCH's class 1-A, and this here, this is Shintani Suiichi, our class representative and the top student in both our class and all of MCH in academics, hero training, and just about everything else you can think of!"

Bakugou is officially naming this guy Beta. He doesn't give a f***. This boy's legacy has now been immortalized as Beta.

He was pretty sure he had a good idea of how the hierarchy of this class worked now, all of them standing in order of rank with the girl whose still hiding somewhere behind the bus being rank ten. From there, it went dude with bad hair day and knives for fingers, A guy with bird wings for arms, the plastic girl, some chick whose never even heard of conditioner in her life, a second Twinkle Toes, as if one wasn't enough, the tall, hairy sideburns guy, and the squid hair chick. Then is was Beta and Muted Redhead. Real fascinating squad here. Bakugou has never cared any less about a group of people in his entire life, and that's saying something coming from him.

Honestly, now that he thinks about it, there's a lot of new records going on here that he's 'ever seen in his entire life'. Points for effort, he supposes.

"Um," Ponytail spoke up. "And I imagine you are the vice representative, Rikiya?"

"Why, yes!" Beta exclaimed happily, as if he'd never experienced acknowledgment before. He took her hand in both of his with a smile. "It's very nice to meet you, miss!"

"Yaoyorozu."

"Yaoyorozu." Beta beamed. "That's such a beautiful name."

"Back in line, VP." Muted Redhead suddenly demanded. "You're being creepy."

"Ah, my bad." Beta practically stumbled his way behind him. The other U.A. heroics students were all looking at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to do with these strange visitors. Slowly but surely, students began to filter towards the cafeteria, trying to become better acquainted with the group of know-it-all jerks.

It became pretty clear pretty quickly that there was no getting along with these f***s, watching in annoyance as this S***tani guy made scathing remarks not only about the people around him, but U.A. and his own classmates. Beta stayed close to his side as his obvious b****, barely saying a word other than to add onto whatever his jacka** of a class representative had to say. Sideburns didn't say much either, only growling at whoever tried to greet him, and he was pretty sure he was planning class 1-B's beast guy's murder with the way he was looking at him. The chick who ran out of conditioner, he'll call her String Hair, was fast rising up his s*** list with how she was talking to Ashido, the doll chick literally just repeating everything she said.

Man, these guys were annoying.

"Now, to be fair to this Shintani guy," he heard Kaminari say to his left. "You're not all that nice to us either, Blast."

"At least I can put my money where my d*** mouth is." Bakugou retorted. "I earned my right to talk s***."

Kaminari nearly choked. "Whatever you say, man."

"You doubting me, a**hole?"

"Whaaaaaat, I would never~."

He immediately beamed the dunce in the back of the head hard enough to nearly send him to the ground laughing.

Apparently, the MCH s***s were meeting with their witch of a homeroom teacher for a hot second before raiding the cafeteria, so the heroics students of U.A. were being given a moment's reprieve before all h*** broke loose.

"So..." Round Face started awkwardly. "Great first impression."

Earlobes rolled her eyes. "I'm honestly just impressed that Bakugou didn't start anything."

"I know. I'm really disappointed with myself."

Sero laughed. "Explodo-kills over here's been on a role with the zingers today."

Light chuckling could be heard from all corners of the group. Finding tables, classes 1-A and 1-B had naturally split back into their respective classes as they all simultaneously prepared for the incoming fallout.

"What's with those guys anyway?" Grapestain complained. "It's like they think they're better than us on principle, even though we have way more merit!"

"I never thought I'd say this, but Mineta's got a point." Asui thought aloud. "They're acting like we're inferior to them, which I'd normally just ignore and move on from, but it's kind of annoying when it's clear that they haven't earned that confidence."

"I kind of feel bad for them." Kirishima said sincerely. "They're almost delusional. I'd hate it if they got themselves hurt because of it."

Ashido pulled a pair of sunglasses out of thin air. "Tone it down with the sunshine, Kiri. We're going blind over here."

"What?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Oi!" Someone suddenly called over, class 1-A peering over to see the gray Kirishima wannabe waving at them. "You talking about all this MCH bulls***?"

Bakugou snorted. "Yeah, it's bulls***, alright."

"Oh, what's this?!" Droopy Eyes annoying voice rang out. "Do my ears deceive me, or is class 1-A not up to the challenge!?"

"Okay, look, case and point," Bakugou said, completely ignoring him. "As much of an annoying loud mouth as Droopy Eyes over there can be, at least he's competent enough of a fighter and hero to take our class, people with on field, real life experience, head on and keep up."

Whatever Droopy's next words were going to be, he tripped over them so violently that he choked. Bakugou didn't give a f*** that he'd indirectly complimented him. Flooring him was one of the best things to happen today and he's pretty sure that there are at least a few people in that room who agree with him.

"I understand everyone's frustration." Big Hands admitted, leaning against the back of her seat. "I can already tell that this is gonna be rough."

"May God have mercy on our souls..." Vines muttered, hands clasped together as if she were praying.

"It will truly be a mad banquet of darkness." Bird Brain said, mostly to himself.

"It is extremely unfortunate that there are people like this in the hero world and that we must deal with it," Four Eyes exclaimed. "But retaliating will only cause us and U.A. more trouble than it's worth! Thus, we must control our emotions and avoid conflict!"

Bakugou appreciated how all of class 1-B turned to stare at Droopy Eyes, earning a squawk of indignation. What he did not appreciate was all of his own class staring at him.

"Oh my!" Mushroom Girl suddenly giggled. "Are these the beginnings of a truce that I'm hearing?"

Nobody reacted to the strangled What! that Droopy let out.

"Truce?" Ponytail questioned. "But we're already allies..."

Big Lips laid a hand on her shoulder. "Just roll with it."

"It's a 'them' thing." Earlobes added.

Obnoxious cackling could be heard in the distance, above the roaring chatter of the other students in the cafeteria for dinner, as their collective doom approached them. Bakugou was pretty sure that all forty of them were cringing simultaneously.

"I'm gonna be completely, one hundred percent honest with you guys." Kaminari announced, fingers together like he was deactivating Pink Cheeks's quirk and looking as if he was about to tell his deepest, darkest secret. "I really don't want to have dinner with these people. It just won't taste as good."

"I'll gladly make dessert for everybody when we get back to the dorms." Big Lips offered. "I just got a hold of a new Carrot Cake recipe that I've been meaning to try."

"Yes, please!" Uniform squealed, Tail holding her down from leaping out of her chair in excitement while everyone else showed different levels of anticipation.

Droopy Eyes's irritating voice was suddenly grating against Bakugou's ears once again. "Listen to this banter! Can you believe them? They can't even handle something so mundane as human interaction! But isn't that so important in hero work? Teamwork with other heroes? So pretentious! You all are no better than they are!"

Droopy's laughter cut through the air as the entirety of class 1-A all looked at each other with expressions ranging from boredom to irritation. For a moment, Bakugou thought about just walking over and clocking the loud mouth as hard as he could to shut him up, but this wasn't the most ideal situation for violence, as much as he'd prefer it. Between this and the incoming s***storm of wannabe hero brats, he didn't know how much more he could take before he exploded, figuratively and literally.

So f*** it. He'd take a page out of his father's book for a change. Sometimes, the best option was to avoid the conflict altogether.

Slamming his hand against the table and standing up so suddenly that nearly everyone jumped, Bakugou accepted his fate, the lesser of two evil. "So you all could handle this? Is that what you're saying, Droopy Eyes?"

Class 1-B was already at the edge of their seats, ready to jump both of them should a fight break out. Droopy Eyes smiled that stupid smile. "Well, duh. You got a problem with that, you barbarian?"

Bakugou fought to take on a neutral face, the crease in his eyebrows disappearing. It was as if lightning had stuck the rival class, a chill collectively running through their spines. "Fantastic."

He immediately turned, freeing them of his steely gaze, and gestured his classmates towards the exit. "F*** this s***. Everybody, to the dorms. Dinner's on me."

The reaction was instantaneous. He was pretty sure that half of his class was screeching like mad banshees, but he couldn't tell over the ringing in his ears. His own squad was gone almost instantly, screaming and hollering like even crazier people than they already were, with a few others, particularly Round Face and Uniform, following close behind. The rest of them slipped out after them silently. Bakugou chose to keep it to himself, but the way Half n' Half's eyes widened for a moment before he calmly stood from his chair and speed walked after the others was one of the funniest things he's ever seen.

It was only rivaled by the way the entirety of class 1-B was giving Droopy Eyes the dirtiest looks they could muster. "Way to go, Monoma." the Kirishima wannabe grumbled.

"Yeah." Lizard Girl agreed. "You kinda walked us into that one."

"Wow," Big Hands mused aloud. "By this reaction, you'd think the guy is Japanese Gordon Ramsey or something."

Ponytail laughed nervously. "Um, well, yeah. He kind of is."

As even she made her exit, the table where all of class 1-A was left almost completely empty, leaving Deku milling around looking incredibly lost. Bakugou snarled. "Deku, what the h*** are you doing?"

Deku deflated, wringing his hands. "I just... Is it fair? To leave them like this? Who knows. Maybe these people aren't as bad as we're making them out to be."

To Deku's credit, he didn't break under Bakugou's glare, looking him directly in the eyes as he waited for a response. Class 1-B had grown oddly silent.

"Deku, I will make katsudon if you turn around and walk out that d*** door right now."

"Oh, well would you look at the time!" Deku suddenly exclaimed. "I must have left my soap in the washer-, er-, sink, I mean... I gotta go."

And with that, the nerd ran off, Pink Cheeks apparently waiting for him at the door like how he thinks a good friend should. He thought so, anyway. He wasn't exactly sure about it. Friendship isn't his area of expertise.

Droopy Eyes started screeching like a madman. "Are you running away, you cowards!? I see how it is!"

Bakugou gave him a dangerous grin. "Choke on a d*** and die, Droopy Eyes. We're outta here."

"Oh, you're leaving so soon?"

It was like all warmth left the room, the chatter dying down all around them. Even Bakugou could feel the tension suddenly skyrocket around them before he even turned to face the owner of the voice. He could hear footsteps as his own stance tensed, as if he were one threat preparing to take on another. Class 1-B was eerily quiet, even Droopy Eyes going silent in anticipation.

From the corner of his eye, he could see S***tani making his appearance, his entourage not far behind him. In all honesty, Bakugou almost felt bad for these people, grouping around such an unimportant a**hole when they could be attempting to make something out of themselves. He himself may not have been any better once upon a time, but at least he could say with sincerity that he was talented.

That, and entering high school, he started to learn this really neat thing called 'maturity'. Fascinating stuff.

With barely a glance behind him, Bakugou scoffed. "Yeah, suddenly started to smell like s*** in here and we didn't feel like dealing with it."

He could practically feel the way everyone in Muted's posse tensed up like they were watching two world powers stare each other down. Bakugou was curious as to how this comparison even added up in their minds.

"Well, aren't you full of yourself." Muted spoke with disdain, as if he weren't a giant a** hypocrite for spitting that out. "Should've expected nothing less from one of U.A.'s most infamous students."

Oh. Oh. So this guy actually knows who he is and is still trying to antagonize him. As much as Bakugou would love to just explode this jacka** into the next century, he didn't feel like wasting energy on an idiot. That, and U.A. has already dealt with enough public criticism on his behalf as it was and he absolutely refuses to give these guys any fair ammunition. Also, from his understanding, murder is not a good thing to see on a hero's resume. At least, that's what Four Eyes has been trying to explain to him.

"Okay, listen closely, whatever-the-f***-your-name-is, 'cause I'm only saying this once."

Muted's face twisted into indignation. "It's Shintani, you a**hat."

"I've been in a good mood today, so I'm gonna let you off on a warning this time," he stressed, turning to fully face him and slowly, casually strolling up to Muted. The varying levels of terror on every face in that moment nearly put a smile on his face. "Either clean up your act or f*** off. My classmates are stupidly forgiving, but I'll only go for so long before I snap, and trust me, nobody wants that, least of all you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Unless you're an idiot, that should be pretty obvious."

"Hey..." Big Hands tried, but she seemed conflicted about getting between them.

"Shintani," Beta spoke up. "Maybe now's not the time."

Bakugou absentmindedly noticed how hot it suddenly was, steam lightly rolling off of Muted's clenched fists.

"Kacchan..." he suddenly heard, spinning around to see the nerd standing behind him, Pink Cheeks peering over his shoulder.

"Why are you still here!?" he shouted on reflex, apparently loud enough to make everyone else jump. At this rate, they'll hit the ceiling eventually.

"Because we're hungry!" Pink Cheeks shot back, having the audacity to look at him impatiently.

Bakugou groaned, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." A sideways glare at S***tani. "That's more worth my time than this clown, anyway."

Following after the two losers, Bakugou pointedly ignored the way Muted almost motherf***ing lunged at him, Beta and Squid Girl easily holding him in place. It amazed him that these guys were still alive with how up their own a**es they seemed to be. He knows first hand what can happen in the real world. They aren't ready to get knocked around by reality the way he was. They wouldn't survive the same lessons in humility that he was taught.

Should he get the opportunity, knocking them down a few pegs would be doing them a favor.

"I don't think you guys realize how lucky you are."

Kendou honestly hadn't been expecting those words from Tetsutetsu, looking over the small group of hero students as they all collectively got up to get their trays at Lunch Rush's call. His brows were furrowed, an uncharacteristically dark, solemn look in his eyes. "You just provoked death itself and walked away intact."

The shy blonde girl squeaked, hiding behind the harpy student. Said harpy had an almost fascinated look in his eyes. "You make him sound like the final boss..."

"This ain't a game, Nerd Bird." the girl with silver hair like strings retorted.

"Nerd Biiiird..." her dead eyed sister(?) drawled.

Shintani was giving a questioning, unimpressed look as Kendou let out a sigh. "Okay Tetsu, that might be a bit of an over exaggeration."

"Tell that to Tokage."

Tokage let out a loud groan, bending her back with a satisfying crack. "I still get sore just thinking about that fight. Never again, if I can help it. Please."

Reactions from MCH varied. There were a couple of them who seemed to be starting to understand what they were saying, nervous about making enemies with such a feared figure. However, most of them still seemed unconvinced.

Well, their funeral, she supposed. Though now that she thinks about it, she may not know him all that well, but at least she's pretty confident that actual murder won't take place.

She hopes so, anyway.

Monoma sighed dramatically. "Okay, look, I absolutely detest that I'm about to say this, and seriously, I might throw up my dinner later tonight after this, but there's a reason he's often referred to as 'the beast of class 1-A' on campus, or to everyone else, 'that one crazy kid from U.A.'. You see, most heroics students would give you a fair chance in a mock fight, I would think, but spend three minutes in the ring with that lunatic and we'd be spending three days trying to scrub your remains off the walls."

"Wow," Honenuki said in surprise. "That just might be the nicest thing you've said about anyone from 1-A."

"I know. I already feel queasy."

"Can we all agree that the guy's also unkillable?" Tokage announced. "I'd bet money that if any of us in this room went through even half the stuff that he's survived, we wouldn't even exist anymore."

"Sounds like a fun guy!" The girl with tentacle hair exclaimed. "I'd certainly like to get to know him, if you know what I mean. He's pretty hot."

The guy with knife fingers lifted his hands dangerously. "Nope. I'm gonna stop you right there, Mizukami. I know where you're going with that, so stop."

Kendou felt a shiver run down her spine. Monoma actually dry heaved.

"Y'all are asking for it!" Tokage yelled somewhere in the background, throwing her hands in the air.

"Oh, come on." Shintani sighed. "You guys have to be over exaggerating. You make it sound like he's actually dangerous. Like, life-threateningly dangerous."

Tetsutetsu snorted. "Well, he actually did almost kill someone once. Some jacka** with an ability suppressing quirk tried to take out one of his friends and kidnap another and he beamed him over the back of the head with a broken pipe. The guy now has a speech impediment."

"Oh?" Kendou started incredulously. "And where'd you hear that rumor?"

Tetsutetsu looked her dead in the eye. "Kirishima."

Oh. Well, s***.

And that's around where the discussion began to die down, the MCH kids completely uninterested in their warning and Monoma near catatonic from talking about Bakugou Katsuki in an even remotely positive light. Kendou could only say that she tried as she hunkered down for what was bound to be an annoying dinner. She normally wasn't one to feed into the apparent rivalry against class 1-A, but in that moment, she was so unbelievably jealous.

Maybe they should figure out if any of them in 1-B can cook for future reference.

He felt like it should be more concerning that Deku's hysteric screaming was so cathartic for him.

"Are you actually trying to kill me!?" Deku shrieked, dodging Bakugou's outstretched hand by a centimeter and watching as the impending explosion threw them both back and nearly took out the closest wall in the training area.

"Isn't it f***ing obvious, nerd!?" he shot back, going in for another attack. Don't let Deku even have the chance to think. From the wild dying whale noises and stupid questions being thrown around, he assumed he was doing a good job of that.

They'd been sparring for a solid ten minutes by now, ignoring Four Eyes's warning and practically chasing each other out of the building and out into the night air just fifteen minutes after the best dinner that any of those idiots have had since starting high school. He'd gladly bet money on that.

"Yeah, get him, Deku!" Round Face yelled from the sidelines, bruised, bleeding and practically being suffocated by all the gauze that Four Eyes wrapped her in after attempting to join in for a three way battle. She predictably took a pretty hefty beating, but she didn't last as long as he'd been hoping. He'd have to spar with her more often. Keep her on her toes.

"Shut up, Pink Cheeks!" he shouted back, only to take a kick to the jaw because he's an idiot and not paying attention.

"I told you I wasn't going to be your punching bag anymore!" Deku proclaimed loudly, going in for a roundhouse kick.

The problem was that he seemed to have a confidence boost at a bad time, doing what he might personally do when blinded by rage and leaping right at him. He quickly recovered from the last hit, using his explosions to reorient himself and grab a hold of Deku's swinging leg. Deku yelped, eyes going wide as he seemed to realize his mistake and braced for impact. It was easy to launch him through the air, watching as the freckled idiot smashed through some workout padding and into the opposite wall with a resounding crash.

"Hey!" Four Eyes's irritating voice suddenly cut through the air. "The deal was no serious damage! You're going to bring the entire building down at this rate!"

"He's got a point, dude!" Kirishima called out. Bakugou had forgotten he was there as well. Why wasn't Kiri sparring with them again? "Maybe that's enough for today!"

With an annoyed tch, Bakugou maneuvered himself to the ground, a smooth landing against the clean, shiny floor while Deku pulled himself out of the Deku-shaped hole he'd left in the wall, clumsily slipping out and face planting onto the ground. Four Eyes was still yelling about something, arms chopping the air wildly, but Bakugou didn't really catch any of it.

Every single person in this d*** school was extremely lucky that he'd been in a 'good mood' today, because those morons from MCH or whatever were some of the most annoying people he'd ever met and just their presence alone was starting to drive him up the wall. He was not a patient person, that much should be obvious by now, and he can only last so long with such delusional a**holes before he f***ing snaps.

And the fact that his old self is even remotely comparable to some of these guys is not helping with that. In fact, it's making him feel physically ill, and thus even more agitated.

Round Face made a sudden noise of surprise. "Oh! Um... Hi! Uh, how did you get here?"

Four Eyes fell eerily silent, arms frozen in midair, while Bakugou felt Kirishima's hand suddenly falling back on his shoulder, his grip somewhat tight. Deku was stumbling over to their little group up as well, a small 'oh' escaping his lips. Maybe Kirishima made a good choice in holding him back, because there was an irrational wave of anger running through Bakugou's system when he noticed her.

The blonde girl from before, giant emerald doe eyes practically glowing against the light in the room, was hiding behind the door frame, hands shaking as she clutched it tightly and fought to keep any tears from spilling over her cheeks. The anger left him after a moment, considering that this girl, compared to the others, hadn't done anything.

"Um..." she hesitated. "I, uh... I asked one of your classmates for directions... He had heterochromia."

D***it, Half n' Half.

"I..." she tried, stepping out from behind the wall, her hands still clasped against the frame and her knees buckling. One look at Bakugou and she nearly ran for it, but she swallowed harshly and steeled herself. "I- I wanted to talk to Mr. Iida Tenya?"

The five U.A. students exchanged unsure glances, Four Eyes clearing his throat as he stepped forward. "That was me. Did you need something, miss...erm,-"

"Y- Yano." she quickly supplied. "Yano Hiyori."

Bakugou wasn't sure what exactly Round Face caught on to, but she smiled at her. "It's very nice to meet you, Yano. My name's Uraraka."

Doe Eyes's face grew bright red in embarrassment, her hands playing with the hem of her skirt as she fought for her next words. Four Eyes spoke up again. "Yano, you said? You needed something, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes." she stammered, cheeks still flushed as she curled into herself. After a long pause, her face hardening with determination, she stepped forward.

And she bowed. "I'm sorry!"

All five of them were left absolutely speechless as she pressed on. "I know that Kyoya-sensei and my classmates will never apologize, so I'm doing it for them, b-because this kind of behavior is unacceptable, a-a-and I-, I..."

"You don't want to be lumped in with them." Bakugou said for her after a moment.

Doe Eyes looked up at him in surprise, still curled into herself, but her body slowly relaxed, the light in the room brightening again as she smiled in relief. "Yeah."

"Dude, my eyes..." Kirishima muttered to himself, rubbing at them carefully.

Doe Eyes jumped and the light suddenly dimmed. "Ah! I'm sorry! That's my quirk. I don't always have the best control over it. My emotions always get the better of me, you know?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Bakugou suddenly said, all eyes on him as he scrutinized Doe Eyes. Her eyes shone with fear and he found himself squinting at the light brightening up. "The h*** do you mean you 'don't always have the best control over it'? You're training to be a d*** hero, aren't you?"

Doe Eyes's expression turned regretful, almost sad even. "Oh, well, I guess... I just..."

The light became impossibly bright, forcing them to cover their eyes as her own filled with tears. Kirishima huffed. "Way to go, man. You made her cry."

"I wasn't trying to!" he shot back. "And why should I even care!?"

"I'm sorry..." he heard Doe Eyes say as she fought to dim the light. "I shouldn't be crying over it. I'm just frustrated is all."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Round Face offered, braving the blinding light and slowly inching closer until she found Doe Eyes's shoulder, pulling her close and draping her arm over her shoulder. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"No, it's okay." Doe Eyes insisted, the light finally dropping down from blinding. "I'm trying to be more open, anyway."

As soon as Pink Cheeks had her seated, Doe Eyes started on quite the tale, explaining that she hadn't even wanted to be a hero in the first place. Briefly mentioning a dysfunctional household, the story went that her father forced her to become a hero for the fame and money that came with it. He'd wanted to be one, but failed to make anything of himself, so he was living vicariously through her.

"He's pretty full of himself." she said. "He's convinced that my mother is a descendent of the very first quirk user."

"Wait, really?" Kirishima spoke up. "That'd actually be really cool!"

"Yeah, it would." she agreed. "We haven't confirmed it yet, but we are planning on testing her DNA. Either hers or mine. It's mostly because we have the same quirk as the first quirk user, or at least a very close one."

She gestured towards the room around them. "My quirk is registered as 'Bright' and it allows me to illuminate, so my body gets super bright. The more light there is, the more I can create."

"So you're useless in a dark room? That's pretty lame." Bakugou was immediately smacked in the back of the head by Kirishima.

"Yeah, it's not very useful compared to other quirks." Doe Eyes agreed. "And I haven't done much to hone in my quirk for heroism, so..."

She suddenly smiled bright, the light increasing again. "What I actually want to do is business! My dream job is to be a hero's PR manager! All that sort of stuff seems so interesting to me!" Her smile slowly fell, her light dimming with it. "But...MCH doesn't offer business courses. It's only heroics, and it's stupidly easy to get into, so...heroics, it was."

"You're gonna die out there."

"Bakugou-" Four Eyes started.

"Actually, as harsh as that might seem," Deku stepped in. "He has a point. This is really dangerous. You can't just be a hero. It's not for the faint of heart. Most of us in this room have almost died at least once. Some of us even multiple times."

"Yeah, I bet you can tell us all a-f***ing-bout that, Deku."

"Oh, well, hello pot. I'm kettle."

Round Face snorted. Doe Eyes giggled.

I think what we're trying to say..." Kirishima spoke up. "Is that you should do what you want to do. Heroism is dangerous work. If you're not all in, then don't. If you want to do business, then do everything in your power to get into business. Who knows. Maybe you'll really make something out of yourself!"

"I couldn't have said it better myself, Kirishima." Four Eyes agreed.

Doe Eyes smiled brightly. "You really think so?"

Deku crouched down next to her, taking her hands. "Yeah, we do. And we'll be rooting for you."

Doe Eyes fully relaxed at this point, smiling and giggling as Deku and Round Face began telling her stories about their many adventures as U.A. heroics students. Kirishima joined them soon enough, eyes sparkling as he told of his own experiences. Bakugou wasn't sure when Four Eyes left, but he made his own exit soon after, not wanting to fall behind on his d*** sleep schedule when they'll be going head first into h*** tomorrow with the jerks that make up the rest of Doe Eyes's class. Whatever tomorrow brought, he knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

But at least he could safely say that one of them was f***ing sane.

Bakugou knew that today was going to be an absolute disaster when he rolled out of bed the next morning with a pounding headache.

Just looking at his reflection in the mirror, he could see the way his hair became even less controllable than it usually was and the slight shadow under his eyes. His shoulders were throbbing as if he'd slept wrong and an uncomfortable chill ran through his body. He could already feel his temper rising and nothing had even happened yet.

Yeah, this was gonna be a bad day for everybody involved.

Going for his jog, the air was just cold enough to be uncomfortable and just warm enough that a jacket was too hot, and not a single bird could be heard in the sky. He pointedly ignored any early risers that might be staring as he passed by, their presence normally easy to ignore.

He wasn't sure where the delusional MCH schmucks were hanging out, but he did happen upon Doe Eyes at some point. For some strange reason that actually made his blood boil, she'd completely lost her fear of him, smiling and waving as soon as their eyes met as if they were already friends or something. They'd only met each other last f***ing night. F***ing extra.

But he held his tongue, nodding to her in acknowledgment and continuing on his way, because if nothing else, she's the only sane, reasonable person in that group of whack jobs and he respected that. For someone in her situation, she'd at least earned the right to be noticed.

Coming back to the dorms, Deku and Four Eyes were both wide awake and making too much noise, Ponytail being a decent, observant human being and telling them, albeit overly politely, to shut up. He made a mental note to make an effort to be just a little bit nicer to her today. Half n' Half just kind of loitered around like he does. From there, the normal flow of people began to filter through and trying his best to ignore the f***ing noise, he went to school.

And, oh yeah. The heathens have breached their sanctuary.

Stomping down the hallway, he already knew that the ugly cackling up ahead meant no good and he was in no mood to deal with anything right now. The way that the extras around him were scattering, fighting to stay out of his way and avoid his wrath, was a strong indicator of this.

Whatever rage aura he was giving off today was apparently strong enough for even the dumbest people to notice and keep away from, so the one he actually felt himself emitting when he saw what was going on must have been enough to crack windows.

"And what the h*** is up with your weird a** eyes, anyway?"

"weeeeird..."

Ashido barely looked at either b****, String Hair waiting for a rebuttal with her hands on her hips while the f***ing Barbie doll just stood there and stared off into space having war flashbacks. Closing her locker with a click, the pinkette eyed them warily.

Earlobes, standing next to her, scowled. "And what the h*** is up with your stringy a** hair, anyway?"

Bakugou smiled internally.

He would find out later that it was Ponytail and Sparkles who String Hair had gone after first, Ashido and Earlobes coming to their defense soon after. Both of them were watching quietly, neither sure of what they should do or say as the two girls and the b****es stared each other down.

"B****, have you even looked in a mirror? Fire your hair stylist pronto."

"Prooonto..."

"At least I use conditioner."

"And at least I'm actually pretty." she suddenly pointed at Barbie. "You shut up."

Barbie shut her mouth.

"Jirou, please calm down." Ponytail muttered. "They're not worth the trouble. Let's just go to class."

"I agree, mademoiselle." Twinkle Toes added. "I will not be associated with such uncouth behavior."

Someone whistled loudly, making everyone jump. There was a moment where Ashido and Earlobes gave each other incredulous glances while Ponytail bit her lip and Twinkle Toes just looked unbelievably lost. String Hair, on the other hand, looked smug as f***.

There was the clicking of men's oxfords, girls around the hallway squeeing and cooing as a new arrival entered the scene. From what Bakugou remembered, he'd referred to this guy as a second twinkle toes, with long pink hair tied back and slick eyes that were attractive enough for him to admit that to himself that they were, in fact, aesthetically pleasing. At the same time, however, the look in said eyes and the way he walked like he was on a runway gave him the near irresistible urge to punch him in the throat as hard as he could.

"Such feisty kittens." he said, and Bakugou literally almost threw up his breakfast, it was so disgusting. "Such fine ladies shouldn't be so unruly, you know."

"Don't worry about them, Akasako." String Hair said haughtily. "They're not worth our time."

Jirou snorted. "Not worth your time?" she muttered mostly to herself, though it was loud enough to hear.

"Jirou," Twinkle Toes spoke up. "Perhaps it's best to not provoke them, especially so early in the morning."

"Oh?" Second Sparkles cooed, his tone making him feel ill. Something about his disposition was just making him feel incredibly uncomfortable and that wasn't helping his mood in any way. "And who do we have here? A peasant acting as if he were a gentleman?"

Twinkle Toes squawked, far less confident than a member of U.A.'s class 1-A should be. "Excuse moi? What do you mean like a gentleman? I am a gentleman."

Second Twinkle Toes... F*** it, he's just calling him Fancy Pants, hummed. "Delusional, as well? That really is a shame. I pity you."

"Hey." Ashido growled, eyes glowing with righteous anger. "You can back off. Aoyama is a million times more of a man than you are, anyway."

He sighed. "It really is a shame, indeed. No gentleman should dirty himself with such a hideous creature as you."

Bakugou distantly thought he heard the sound of a tea kettle whistling.

Before anyone could say anything to that, Aizawa made his appearance, herding his students to class with a well hidden look of disdain in his eyes. The three s***s sauntered off, leaving him and his classmates to seethe. He barely noticed Ponytail looking at him with wide eyes, only now realizing that he witnessed the whole thing. It would be the at the end of the first class that she would inform the other two girls, Ashido approaching warning him to not cause trouble. As irritating as it is, it's not worth the aftermath. It apparently didn't hurt her anyway, according to her own words, and Sparkles has tougher skin than he lets on. At least, she thinks so. None of this did anything to quell his fury.

Earlobes took her seat and glanced at him. "Listen, I personally don't care what you do, but if you do decide to quench his thirst for blood, if you can either do it where I can watch or you get it recorded, that'd be fantastic."

"Don't worry." Bakugou had responded easily, rolling his eyes. "He's definitely on my s***list now."

Earlobes grinned wildly at that.

Apparently, that wasn't the only s*** that went down early that morning.

Bakugou nearly kicked himself for even noticing, let alone caring, but Deku and Uraraka had waddled into class two minutes late, Deku with an ugly bruise on the side of his face, between his eye and hairline, and Uraraka with her own face bright red with uncontrollable rage. Listening in, he'd overhear everything as Deku spoke with the Grape and Sero about what happened.

"Yeah, it was nothing serious. Um, what was his name? Rikiya? Rikiya. The VP."

"What about him?" Sero asked incredulously.

Deku was squirming with discomfort in his chair enough for Bakugou to feel it from his own seat as he let out a sigh. "Yeah, Uraraka and I were walking down the stairs and I tripped, though Uraraka says that she saw him trip me as he was walking by. I got a few bruises, but I'm okay."

"Wait, what?" Grapestain shrieked. "He could have killed you!"

"Are you really okay?" Sero asked hastily, an edge to his tone.

"Yeah, yeah! It's really no big deal!" Deku insisted as the next class began. Sero looked like he wanted to hunt the guy down, but dropped it.

It was a moment later that Deku finally noticed Bakugou glancing back at him. He didn't know what his eyes were saying, but Deku flinched under his gaze before his expression hardened, biting his lip before making a cutting motion over his neck and mouthing one word.

Don't.

He was still unaware of what his eyes were telling him, but Deku's expression morphed into that of mild shock the moment he turned back around. He pointedly, pointedly ignored the ugly, uncomfortable churning in his stomach.

He would later overhear Earlobes, Tentacles and Bird Brain talking about how the harpy kid was harassing Bird Brain all morning, and that was after he'd gone after the kid with jet black skin from 1-B and Big Hands and Lizard Girl went and scared him off. He also overheard Kaminari and Ashido gossiping about how the big kid with sideburns and big teeth had nearly attacked the beast kid from 1-B, the only incident so far where Nurse Dumba** stepped in, though it was clearly to avoid legal problems with U.A., because Nezu is dangerous in that department. In front of him, Uniform joined the conversation, complaining about how the knife finger guy had threatened Tail in the bathroom, angry after someone had said something slightly negative about Snipe, his apparent favorite hero, and thought it was him.

It wasn't even lunch time yet and it had already gotten out of hand, and unless Bakugou wanted to get U.A.'s reputation dragged even further into the dirt, he couldn't even do anything about it.

A bizarre sense of uselessness fell over him and he couldn't even put his finger on as to why. Other than Muted Red, he didn't really have any personal beefs. And yet, watching these guys take shots at his classmates, he suddenly felt himself becoming more and more...offended.

Classes were over before he knew it, most of their teachers being somewhat passive aggressive towards Nurse Dumba** and her class since they weren't present, still on that d*** tour or whatever it was. Even All Might had something scathing to say under his breath, which had both Bakugou and Deku nearly losing it while everyone else just looked on in amused confusion.

Aizawa huffed as the clock struck lunch time and everyone slowly crawled out of their seats, stacking his paperwork with a look that just screamed his desire for the mercy of death.

"So," Sero sighed. "Who wants to hang out here with Aoyama instead of going to the cafeteria and dodge the bullet."

"Uh, dude," Kaminari said. "Really? Not cool."

"What?" There was a long pause before his eyes lit up with realization. "Oh. Oh come on, dude. No one even remembers that."

Bakugou snorted loudly. "I sure don't."

Kaminari wheezed like a fifty year smoker on death's door while Sero started coughing harshly. Kirishima smiled, his voice somewhat quiet as he giggled to himself like a schoolgirl. "Death's afraid of him, b****."

A few of their other classmates around them started to chuckle, immediately cluing him in to their eavesdropping. Bakugou decided to be merciful and amuse them. "Oh, please. Death is my b****."

Half of the class lost it, stumbling out of the classroom. He's pretty sure he just resurrected a meme.

"Bakugou," Aizawa's voice drawled out, slightly surprising him. His eyes were as dead as usual, boring into his very soul with their steely gaze. "I need to speak with you for a moment. It shouldn't take long."

Bakugou gave a questioning look to the three idiots before looking back at Aizawa with an attentive nod. Off to the side, Ashido was watching in mild concern, looking back as the other girls pulled her out of the classroom along with the others. Sparkles was forced to vacate as well for the purpose of privacy.

It was the moment that the doors closed behind them that Aizawa's expression shifted, a fire burning somewhere deep in his dark, tired orbs. He plopped himself down behind his desk, sorting through papers before leaning onto it, gesturing towards Uniform's seat. Bakugou gingerly took the seat, watching Aizawa inquisitively as he let out a long, harsh sigh.

"First of all, kid," he started. "I want to thank you for controlling yourself. You've made incredible progress and you deserve praise for it."

Bakugou felt his face heat up for reasons he couldn't decipher. He simply turned away, a heavy scowl marring his features.

"That aside," Aizawa leaned back onto his desk, hands folded in front of him. "I'm here to offer you an opportunity for revenge."

Bakugou immediately perked up, staring at his homeroom teacher with wide eyes. Aizawa could probably see the gears turning in his head, so he continued. "Allow me to elaborate. As you know, MCH's class 1-A will be present for heroics classes today, and from my understanding, class 1-B will be as well. What you may not know is that the faculty have been...colluding."

He stood up, slowly strolling around the front of the classroom with a thoughtful expression. "Some of the most respectable small time news networks, that both I and All Might agreed on, will be there, as the public have been clambering for more information, as usual. This might shut them up for a little while at least."

He looked him directly in the eye. "Without giving too much away, Nezu is putting a plan in action to, perhaps, defame MCH for their honestly outrageous claims. And this plan, should you agree to play along, would heavily rely on you."

As much as this sudden and unexpected turn of events excited him, he could hear the underlying uncertainty. He raised an eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

Aizawa didn't miss a beat, keeping eye contact and not wavering once. "Nezu wanted me to ask you because he thinks you would do it best. In order for this plan to work exactly as we want, you would have to actively play a villainous role."

Something in Bakugou's stomach twisted painfully, his face contorting to the somewhat overwhelming feeling. After everything he's been through, after everything that's been thrown at him in his life, using the term 'villain' to describe himself left a bitter taste in his mouth. The images that flashed through his head were fuzzy, but familiar all the same.

Aizawa sighed. "Think about it. You have until heroics classes to give me an answer." He took a book from his desk and closed it with a slam of finality, promptly turning on his heel and striding to the door. "That was all. You can leave now."

And with that, Bakugou was left in the empty classroom with nothing but his own thoughts.

He expected some s*** to go down before he got to the cafeteria. He expected someone from his class to f*** off in frustration from MCH's newest shenanigans. He expected an eventual retaliation, for someone to finally lose their temper and counterattack in a fit of anger.

What he did not expect was for that person to be Todoroki.

Storming through the cafeteria doors, the dual quirk user stomped passed him without even noticing him, and Bakugou watched in mild confusion as he wordlessly kicked a trashcan over and rounded a corner, steam and frosted air rolling off of his shoulders.

Well then.

Walking into the cafeteria, he could make out a crowd dissipating, heroics students from both classes milling around and avoiding the one table in the room where MCH was hanging out.

The girl with tentacle hair had a red hand print on her face and a scuffed up uniform. She seemed dazed, almost in a dream-like state. Bakugou suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and he wasn't even involved in whatever this was. He didn't even know what this was.

"Hey, did you see Todoroki come through here?" Bakugou turned to see the Kiri wannabe, light concern on his face smothered by waning frustration.

Bakugou furrowed his brows. "Just passed him. What the h*** even happened?"

Kiri wannabe, name, what was his name, it was something dumb, cringed, looking towards the door with an unreadable expression. "You really don't want to know."

Bakugou scowled. "You wanna bet?"

What's-his-face growled. "...Fine. Mizukami, the squid girl from MCH. She was...talking to Todoroki...very inappropriately."

Bakugou felt his blood start to boil, absentmindedly grinding his teeth as the guy continued. "She wouldn't leave him alone, following him around the cafeteria and saying really weird things to him. Just before he left, I actually saw her touch him."

Bakugou was sure his jaw actually dropped to the floor as...Tetsutetsu, that was it! He continued. "Todoroki immediately turned around and gave her the slap of the century. It was incredible. Seriously, you should have seen it. She actually got knocked against a table and took it down with her. Anyway, she still didn't stop, probably had whatever brains she had left smacked out of her, so I went over and shoved her to the floor, which gave him the chance to get away. Hitonari, the girl with stringy hair, she was accusing us of assaulting her without reason because of it a moment ago. Thank goodness people around here aren't stupid."

Now, Bakugou didn't consider himself all that close to Half n' Half. H***, he only just remembered what Tetsutetsu's name even was, and that's only because he's one of Kirishima's friends. But this? He hasn't been this uncontrollably, unfathomably angry in a while. There's something burning, writhing underneath the surface, a righteous fury that has him teetering on the edge of all out war.

There are certain lines that you should never cross.

"Oh, so now you show up!" a familiarly annoying voice whined loudly as Droopy Eyes practically ran up to them. "Where were you when these jerks were trying to drag Tetsu through the ringer, huh!? They're going after your guys, too, jacka**!"

"Okay, you, be nice!" Tetsutetsu ordered, waving his finger at the exasperated Droopy Eyes. "I'm going after Todoroki. Let me know if something happens, and don't die!"

And he ran off after Icyhot, leaving Bakugou and Droopy Eyes alone together as if that was somehow a good idea.

"This has gotten way out of f***ing hand." Bakugou growled.

"I never thought I'd see the day where I would agree with you on something and not feel dirty, but here we are." Droopy Eyes responded in annoyance. "Those Hitonari sisters have been harassing all the girls in my class relentlessly, especially Kendou and Shiozaki. And I'm sure you heard about how Kurotori, yeah his name is Kurotori, made fun of Kuroiro and how Kiga actually tried to hurt Shishida. Like, what the h***!"

Bakugou had absolutely no clue who most of these people were, but he chose to just let Droopy vent. They were kind of in the same boat on this one, two a**holes forced to watch people they...respected suffer. "And Akasako? Oooooh boy, is he dead. He made Tsunotori cry. You don't make Tsunotori cry. And Tateno? With the knives? I'm convinced he's got issues. He's threatened about half of my class at this point, and that Kyoya lady, their teacher, isn't. Doing. Anything."

Bakugou stayed quiet as Droopy Eyes began to pace, letting out a harsh sigh. "And what about that s***tani character? He giving you guys trouble too?"

Droopy tripped, nearly falling flat on his face as he looked at him with a wide, mystified expression. "Can... Can I use that? I'm gonna use that. Wow."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Guess he hasn't bothered you guys as much as he has us."

"Hmph. Obviously knows who the best class is."

"F***ing h***." he huffed in irritation.

"Hey, so wait a minute!" Droopy Eyes suddenly yelled. "How come you haven't taught them a lesson yet?! You're an uncontrollable rage monster! Unfiltered anger and righteous fury are your thing! Kill them!"

"Oh, yeah, sure!" Bakugou immediately shouted back. "U.A. crazy kid murders class of amateur heroes! That'd look fantastic on U.A.'s resume!"

Droopy scrutinized him, but didn't say anything further, choosing instead to turn away, crossing his arms and pouting like a child being put in timeout. Bakugou groaned in annoyance, rolling his eyes and turning towards his friends' usual hangout spot.

He suddenly remembered that he really, really hated the Musutafu Conservatory for Heroics. It could burn to the ground and the world would be a better place.

Kirishima had gotten involved. He didn't know how or why, but Kirishima got involved, now arguing with String Hair and Beta. Doe Eyes was there as well, supposedly trying and failing to defuse the situation. He heard Droopy say something, but he didn't quite catch it as he stomped over there himself.

He eyed Squid Hair dangerously. She was at an acceptable distance from the conflict for the time being.

"This is getting ridiculous!" Kirishima said rather loudly. "I've been trying to give you guys the benefit of the doubt, but you're making yourselves harder and harder to defend! This is unacceptable!"

String Hair scoffed. "Like I'd give a d*** about someone who styles their hair like that. The h*** is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with youuuuu..."

"I didn't ask for your opinion!"

"Guys, please..." Doe Eyes tried, but she was easily drowned out.

Beta sighed. "Calm down, guys. And you, Kirishima, was it?" His smile was that of a corrupt politician. "I apologize that our groups aren't getting along, but I think it would be best if you just back off and leave us alone."

"Leave you alone!?" Kirishima practically shrieked. "Did you not just see what Mizu-what's-her-face over here did!?"

"I'll have you know that Mizukami is our third rank and a respectable hero in training."

"What about any of this is respectable?!" Yeah, tell 'em, Kiri. "Is this really your standard!? Because I'm absolutely terrified of what the rest of your school might be like if this is the best you guys have to offer!"

Now that Bakugou is thinking about it, that might be the first time that he ever saw Beta get mad. "I don't appreciate you talking about my classmates that way."

"And we don't appreciate you treating our classmates like s***." Kirishima jumped at the sound of Bakugou's voice behind him, the Blonde's hand grasping his shoulder and pulling him to his left. "Like I told your f***ing dictator, I let you off with a warning: Clean up or back off, because I've just about had it with you and I know I'm not the only one."

There was a sudden shift in atmosphere by the first word that left his mouth, the majority of the cafeteria going silent in favor of watching whatever catastrophe they thought was about to take place. Most of 1-B looked ready to cream themselves while his own classmates were fighting to keep the grins off of their faces. Doe Eyes, meanwhile, looked somewhat conflicted.

And MCH was fighting for words.

Beta raised his hands defensively. "Hey, hey now, calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down? I have been lenient with you f***s. I have held my tongue. I haven't laid a finger on a single one of you, yet you all think that straight up assault is fine?"

"Careful." Kirishima whispered. "Don't lose your cool now."

"I ought to kill him. Every last one of them." he snarled. "Other than Doe Eyes, none of these guys are even worth our time."

He glared at Beta with cruel, dangerous eyes filled with blood lust, a shiver running down the hero wannabe's spine. "You're f***ing with the wrong school, punk."

Varying levels of fear flashed throughout the crowd, both heroics students and not. The MCH jerks were watching carefully, cornered animals ready to lash out. He could hear a commotion behind him, but he couldn't care less. As much as his classmates probably didn't want to start anything, he knew that they were looking forward to karmic retribution just as much as he was, and f*** it, he will gladly deliver it.

Kirishima sounded somewhat panicked. "Dude-"

"Wait-" Beta started, a look of fear in his eyes, but Bakugou suddenly realized with startling clarity that he was no longer looking at him.

Several things happened at once.

The MCH kids all scrambled back, trying to get as far away from the conflict as possible. Doe Eyes screamed as she scurried away and Beta activated what Bakugou could only assume was his quirk, putting up what looked like a force field of some kind and taking a step back with wide, shocked eyes.

By the time Bakugou saw the movement out of the corner of his eye, all he had time to do was guard his face.

The sound of glass shattering and water splashing onto the floor assaulted his ears, leaving half of the room in stunned silence and the other screeching in shock. He grit his teeth, the cold water soaking into his clothes making his body twitch and shiver uncomfortably. He'd discover later that pieces of glass had cut into his right arm and cheek.

But that wouldn't be until later, because not even a second after the impact, he realized that the water wasn't cold at all.

He hissed as he felt the steam rolling off of his uniform jacket, and if he didn't know any better, he'd claim he heard a light sizzling sound. The skin visible around his hand and neck were already turning bright red and it took every amount of willpower he had to not scream, his body involuntarily curling in to itself and hands clenching tightly in pain.

He vaguely wondered how Half n' Half was able to take this to his face as a kid.

"Dude, what the s***!?" he heard Kaminari yell above the chairs screeching against the smooth floor, Ashido letting out an unbridled scream.

He briefly glanced up, catching Kirishima's horrified eyes. He could make out the hints of scratches against his hardened skin, where glass had struck him as well. Off to the side, he could make out Deku's face, wide eyed and expression completely and utterly blank.

"Good grief, Shintani..." he heard Beta say in awe. "That was a bit too far. You could get in serious trouble for that. Kyoya-sensei can't always-."

"He started it." Muted shot back. "If he can go around and threaten us, then we have every right to fight back! He has no room to talk when he's basically a villain himself!"

"Oi!" Uraraka screamed. "Watch your mouth, you-!"

"Stop."

It was low, gruff in his lower register. He almost liked the feeling of his vocal cords buzzing against his throat, distracting from the scalding pain shooting up his right side. The air felt cool against his burnt skin as Kirishima made quick work of tearing off his wet jacket to minimize damage, revealing his reddened arm and a light stream of blood. Kirishima hissed against the heat biting at his fingertips before dropping it just a little too quickly.

The searing pain became background noise to the roiling heat growing in his bloodstream, churning and writhing, rising up and out of his control. And yet, despite the pure, constant familiarity he'd always had with anger and rage, this almost felt new.

It was a quiet rage. Seething, burning at the surface and barely contained. It sank deep into the recesses of his mind, festering and growing beyond his capability of understanding until it was all encompassing, gnashing and roaring just below visibility. He could feel its manifestation, an aura almost visible to the naked eye as his heart pounded and his blood boiled like the water thrown against his skin.

Someone once said that laughter was a reaction that the body had evolved towards stimuli that the brain couldn't fully process. It didn't matter whether or not the subject matter was actually funny. It was why people could laugh at the worst jokes or at the most inappropriate times, why laughter follows behind the maddest, craziest of people. Sometimes, in the face of something you can't quite place, fear, shock, anger, it just might be the only thing left that you can do.

So he laughed.

It was a low chuckle, subdued, yet almost manic, a quiet sound that you might miss in a louder room, and yet, in that moment, one might think that it was the loudest sound in the world.

He never saw the ghost white expressions of inconsolable terror overtaking the sea of faces surrounding them, nor did he see the shell-shocked looks of confusion or smothered hope amongst the heroics students of U.A., or even the skeptical confusion of MCH.

All he saw, glancing over his tensed shoulder, was Muted Red's apprehension, possibly the first time he'd backpedaled since the beginning of this whole debacle yesterday. He didn't know what his own face looked like, but he could only imagine that even he himself might have been intimidated by what appeared to be a man possessed.

"Is that how it is?" he asked carefully, an almost otherworldly quality in his deceptively level, yet raspy voice. "I'm the villain, yeah? You want me to play the bad guy? Is that it?"

He grinned wildly, eyes blazing and unrestrained. "Fine. I'm the f***ing bad guy."

And with that, he turned back towards where he believed Kirishima still was, his overwhelming rage sinking away to fester and prosper, to be incubated and preserved until the awaited moment. He felt Kirishima's grip on him, solid but not tight as he began to lightly pull him alongside him. "Come on, man. It doesn't look like it's too bad. I bet it'll be an easy fix if we hurry and get to-."

"Recovery Girl. Yeah, take me there." he said coolly, feeling Kirishima stiffen against him. He could only smile deliriously. "And get Aizawa while you're at it. I need to talk to him about something."

And here's to assuming that Recovery Girl's quirk works on burns and scaldings. Woo!

Tune in next time for "Bakugou declares war on these fools and legally murders them: the fanfic". XD See you then and thanks for reading!