REWRITING ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ | ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ

10

a class with all might.

the next morning had dragged on for incredibly long, as it consisted of all average lessons such and english and maths, stuff they already knew about from junior high.

it was exhausting, and it lasted even longer once they were told all might will be teaching them for the entire afternoon, in the hero studies class.

with the news the class erupted into mutters between students, looking forward to a class with the number one hero.

once the time finally rolled around it was time for their long awaited class. "right students!" his stern yet welcoming voice spoke proudly, "let us get on with the lesson."

the pro-hero had continued to explain the criteria of their hero studies class that afternoon. the class would be sorted into pairs at random, one having to go twice due to the odd number of classmates.

afterwards, said pairs would be then assigned to another pair to go up against in the lesson. one being the hero team and the other one being the villains.

the goal for the heroes is to retrieve the weapon from the building, saving the city. while the villains are to do the opposite, protecting the weapon from the heroes trying to retrieve it.

the task was simple and easy, but once the groups of four were formed it became a whole different story.

to begin with y/n and midoriya were paired up, the two being happy with the other seen as they already got to know each other the day prior.

both iida and bakugo got paired together. they seemed fairly okay as a pair, the only trouble was the expected head clashing every so often but it was nothing too serious.

what had gone wrong was the grouping. when group A, which consisted of y/n and midoriya got paired with group D, being iida and bakugo, all hell could have broken loose in that very moment.

bakugo seemed fairly pleased with the group, a sly smirk on his face and the rubbing of his hands together backed the thought.

midoriya however seemed displeased, knowing that it was going to go very off the route all night was hoping for. the green haired boy knew he was in for a beating if he didn't get his quirk under control.

y/n was mixed on the situation, one being happy that she will be pitted against bakugo with no possibility of a draw, meaning she would beat him fairly. but, her happiness began to fade with one glance at deku's face, eyes narrowed down the the floor.

bakugo and y/n locked eyes momentarily. he knew it was making himself vulnerable to her quirk but he also wanted to intimidate the girl.

the blonde looked her up and down, and although he would never admit it, her hero costume was fitting. of her quirk of course...

at the base of her costume she had a white body suit, almost mirroring momo's attire and her white, feathered wings flapped behind her, corresponding to her costume. atop that was a cape like skirt, open at the front and emerging from her waist. the wind caught beneath it beautifully, flowing with the gust passing by. the costume also had puffy, princess like sleeves that began no further than a quarter of her arm.

she wore heels, not the most ideal in other people's minds but she had trained for that, including the fact she already had wings. ribbons from said shoes crossed and wrapped around her calves, a bow being tied at the top.

and to top it off, pale pink roses and accents were scrapped throughout her costume, some of the flowers being in her hair, amongst the few, small braids she had left scattered around her scalp.

"you like it bakugo?" she teased, turning gracefully. the boy scoffing loudly, turning his gaze away. "i'll be wearing this when i wipe the floor with you fireworks."

"heh! who are you calling fireworks you extra!" he snapped, eyes back in hers.

y/n eyed the boy's hero costume, matching his personality perfectly. the top half was basically a vest with a metal plate around the neck while his trousers were much looser, saggy, just like his uniform. he had some sort of explosion looking thing attached to the back, and huge gauntlets that looked exactly like grenades as gloves.

a perfect match.