Mending Old Wounds

Short Flashback

Midoriya's POV:

"Bye, Kacchan. Tell Auntie and Masaru I said hello."

"Call and tell them your damn self. And get some fucking sleep tonight, you look like shit. And don't forget your ugly-ass bag by the door."

"Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow," I smiled and waved at him throwing my bag over my shoulder. He smirked and shot me a bird. 

I walked out of his house shaking my head. I couldn't help but smile thinking about another time Kacchan cared enough to tell me to get some sleep.

Flashback - May of their 2nd Year at UA

No one's POV:

 Present Mic was sitting at Aziawa's desk, with his feet propped up, reading a magazine, while class 2A was copying sentences from the board. Midoriya was doing his absolute best to stay awake. Shaking his hands out, holding a cold water bottle to the back of his neck, bouncing his knees in different rhythms. He was trying everything short of prying his eyes own eyes open and slapping himself in the face. 

 He finished copying the last sentence from the board and corrected it appropriately. Letting out a relieved sigh, he placed his head in his hand, and waited for Present Mic to announce their next assignment.His head started getting heavier and his arm started to slide across his desk until it completely slipped off the edge and Midoriya's forehead hit the desk with a loud bang. Half the room to jumped in their seats, Present Mic included. 

"Oi!" Bakugou held his hand next to Midoya's head, palm facing away from Midoriya, towards the wall. He popped off a couple of small explosions, capturing Midoriya's full attention. 

"Listen up, Shit Nerd! You need to stop staying up so fucking late to train! Go to sleep early, wake up early, and do that shit BEFORE school so you won't be so damn annoying during class!"

You could hear a pin drop in the room. Even Present Mic was too shocked to say anything. He didn't even bother to reprimand Bakugou for his foul language, because the kid was actually being helpful in his own way. 

"Um, thanks for the advice, Kacchan." 

"Tch, whatever. I can't enjoy crushing you, if you don't compete at 100%! Get your shit together, Deku!" 

Midoriya grinned, "You got it, King Explosion Murder."Midoriya looked back at his work to double-check his answers. 

"I told you to can it with those fucking names," he reached around behind his back to the side of Midoriya's desk and set off a small explosion. He angled it so that the impact lifted one side of Midoriya's desk, forcing him to catch everything from falling off the other side, onto the floor. 

"The hell!" Midoriya held his hand up, one finger pulled back, prepared to flick a 1% powered air shot to the back of Bakugou's head... 

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Present Mic used his quirk on the class."Get back to work," he spoke in his normal voice. 

"Yes, Sensei," the class spoke together. 

Todoroki and Kirishima were probably the only two people in the room who were not left completely baffled by the interaction between the class enemies. They weren't trying to kill each other. They were starting to sound like friends.