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Class Rivalry

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Lmao my bad for leaving for like a month y'all

Got too caught up in rolling for bitches that I can't get (*cOugH arataki itto cough*)

Anyway, here's a quick drabble of you being a transfer student and having your first meetings :)

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(Denki Kaminari x NB! Reader)

When Denki first went into the hero course, his expectations of extravagance were low.

The girls in 1-A liked him, but no much further than that. For a growing boy that hasn't had someone to call his own before, it really bummed him out a bit. But, he trudged on, making friends left and right.

It was about the third week of school when a particular transfer class came through. Students from Russia to Switzerland to the US were sharing equipments such as a baseball from the first week they arrived.

"Goddamn fucking-" he hears a particular blonde mumble from behind. "Taking the fucking ball..."

Denki blinks, tilting his head a bit.

"You know them?"

"Of fucking course not!" Denki closes his eyes slowly, reopening them to see his friend crossing his arms.

"No need to cry about it. I was just asking."

"Whose fucking crying, Dunceface?! Fuck off!"

"Oi!" A girl hollered from the opposite side of the gym.

She had a rich brown complex, springy hair that fell down her shoulders. Glasses brightening her teal green orbs.

"The one with the yellow hair?"

Denki points to himself.

"Yes you! Who the hell do you think I'm talking to?" He briefly glances at his friend before the group that stood ahead.

"Is that yours?" She motioned to the hothead.

"Uh... I guess. Yeah."

"Well, tell your fucking dog to pipe the fuck down or I just might have to muzzle his ass!"

"Who the hell you calling a dog?!" Tiny explosion crackled and popped along his fingertips.

"You." She steps forward, but the person beside her-

No, they were infront of her now, pushing back.

"Nat, forget him." Their blue ends bounced as they skid a bit against the taller women. Nat, or that's what they call her, looks down, scoffs and goes back to her original position.

The person turns back to the pair, taking a brief bow and furiously apologizes.

"I'm sorry for my friends behavior!" They start "She isn't one to get angry like that."

"Stop apologizing for me, Y/N! I said what I said." Their friend looks back, a tempting yet proud smirk appears.

"I just want to see what Firecrackers would do if I get him mad enough."

They yelp, pushing her back to the court as the other bellows in laughter.

Denki could see the other person turn back to him, e/c sparkling, complimenting their physique.

"Oi?"

Denki hums, not tearing his eyes from theirs.

"Denki?"

"Hm?"

"I know you're not looking at that..." Bakugo's hands waved frantically before pointing at the pair.

"I'm not." He insists.

"Good." The blonde begins to tug him by the shirt back to their side of the court. "Keep it that way."

Denki nods, silently making a decision to talk to whoever that was.