Nitroglycerin - Bakugō Katsuki x OC Ena Yukio

Chapter 1 - Keep Your Dogs On A Leash!!

I wake up to the unbearable screeching of my alarm clock. At first, I think I'm going to junior high. After all, it's the first day of school after summer break. Doesn't everyone have those awkward moments where you think you're in the grade you were last year, or if you're moving to a junior high, you think you're still in elementary, and the same for high school? Then I hear my mom saying, "Ena!! Up and at 'em!! You're going to the Hero Academy!!" And I realize I'm not an 8th grader anymore... I'm going to U.A.! I get to be in class 1A of the Hero Course, where the greatest heroes are made! I get my own dorm, and I get to, design a hero costume, and everything!

I'm Ena Yukio. I'm 15 years old, and I made it to U.A. on thin ice, just barely made it because of my Quirk. Grades were horrible. If it weren't for my Quirk I would have been crushed. My Quirk is Boost. No, not like the Iida family 's Boost. Boost is short for Half Endurance, Half Stamina Boost. With my left hand, I can boost a person's Endurance by up to 95%. The same logic applies to my right hand, except I boost Stamina. I can also deplete it by touching them with the back of my hand.

I'm so glad I got into U.A. and not some other hero school because I hope to be the best hero I can. Unlike so many wannabe heroes, I care mostly for saving people and helping people have a better life. Although fame and fortune are also pretty cool, it's not what I care about the most.

I run to my classroom and walk in the door to see complete and utter chaos nonsense, insanity, yadda yadda, you get the idea. Some dude who looks like a freaking Pomeranian is yelling at a little boy who has broccoli hair. Broccoli looks ready to cry. I really don't blame him, angry Pomeranian is being quite an asshole to him. I can't take it anymore!! Broccoli looks nice enough, he probably just dropped a pencil or tripped or something but Blondie won't leave him alone!!

"Hey, you! Did he try to choke you or something?"

Pomeranian looks up and glares at me, and I glare back.

"What's it to you?"

I walk right up to him. I'm 6 '5" so I wasn't too short compared to him. "To me, it seems like you're yelling at someone who's freaking crying because you won't leave him alone," I gesture to the noticeably-sized puddle of tears on Brocolli' s desk, " he probably feels unwanted, but you don't give a damn! So to me, I think you should apologize, probably give him a hug, and just leave him alone. "

He nodded and looked from the crying boy, to me, and back over again. " Oi, what's your name?"

"Yukio Ena."

" Yu-Gi-Oh. Got it. So, Yu-Gi-Oh, here's the deal. I've known Deku here since preschool. And all the damn time, he'd follow me around, begging me to show him my Quirk. We were... Friends, at one point, but why would someone continue to be friends with a Quirkless, broccoli -haired NERD-" Deku cried harder and buried his head in his arms on the desk. I sit on the desk next to his head and pat it to give him comfort. "- who spends HOURS, DAYS, muttering to himself, nerding out over dumb heroes, when he could be doing much better things than hoping for the impossible? Get it through your incredibly thick head, extra! You'll never be a hero. And you, Yu-Gi-Oh, if you keep pretending to be important, relevant, or like anyone cares what you think, you'll learn the same lesson he did: you're more insignificant than a grain of salt. So I think it would be better for you to leave, instead of me."

I roll my eyes and ask someone nearby who was watching us what his name is. He replied, "Me? I'm Kaminari Denki. That's Bakugō. Good luck, he doesn't let things go."

" So, Bakugō, I think it'd be best if you baku-get your ass in your seat, cuz class is starting and that teacher looks pretty vicious. As for me, I'm sitting with Deku. But I don't think that's your real name, is it? " He shook his head, without saying a word. "Can I ask what your real name is?" He takes a deep breath and says, very quietly, " M-Midoriya Izuku... "

"Can I call you Izucute?"

His head shot up so fast I though he'd get whiplash, and he was blushing intensely.

"Izucute? Why?"

" Because you're cute. "

He giggled a little and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "Hey, thanks for... back there."

I poke his arm playfully. "For what? Standing up for you?"

He nods. "Nobody really does that... I have a lot of friends, but when Kacchan gets mad, everybody steps back. He's kinda scary. " I turn and look at Bakugō.

"Eh, he's just your average playground-type bully to me. Just gotta know how to talk to 'em, that's all. But I guess it's pretty scary to stand up to a childhood friend, huh?"

He nods again.

"Well, someone needs to keep Angry Pomeranian over there on a leash. "

That made him laugh. "Hey, um, by the way, it- it's ok if you call me Deku. I mean, I know it means 'useless,' but it also kinda gives a do-your-very-best vibe. That's what my friend Uraraka says, anyway."

" Eh, I guess. But I'm still calling you Izucute. "