your version of the sky - k. bakugou

02 - certain things.

There were certain things Katsuki knew would never stop pissing him off. 

Just some that he encountered daily consisted of (but of course, were not limited to): 

- The absolutely excruciating, loud and pitchy, nasally laugh of Denki Kaminari 

- The freckled face and baby-like smile of Deku 

- And you. 

You, who was stubborn and irritable and horrid in every way imaginable. And he had to sit there and watch you walk into his classroom, do the same assignments as him, and talk to his classmates. Because apparently this classroom was open to just about anyone.

Even people who came out of fucking nowhere claiming to be some transfer student or something. 

You were talented, he didn't question it. You were strong and you could manage your quirk surprisingly well. He wasn't about to take that away from you. What he was going to take away from you, however, was the fact that you didn't belong here. 

The school shouldn't have made room for another student in Class 1-A, especially you. 

Yet you were smiley and jittery and everyone's new best friend. 

Katsuki scoffed, averting his eyes to the empty page of his notebook. He busied himself with writing the date at the top of the page and scribbling his name down in messy handwriting, the 'K' of his name slightly larger than the rest of his letters. 

He'd learned to ignore all three of his least favorite things by plugging in his headphones and blasting his current favorite playlist. 

Given the amount of times Katsuki had ignored everyone in class and refused any invites from his 'friends' to hang out, Kirishima and Kaminari had an ongoing joke that Katsuki, although the person with the loudest voice and biggest personality, was introverted. 

The truth was, growing up he'd had many friends. He hadn't ever been introverted in the slightest. He just hated everyone and couldn't stand being around kids his age who still thought normal bodily functions were the funniest shit ever. 

Immature is what he had labeled them as. Nothing more. 

And you were lugged into that sorry group of idiots. Because you laughed with them, failed homework and tests with them, studied with them. 

You were annoying. The most insufferable of them all. 

It was why you were last on his list of things he hated. 

Did you really think he could stand to write your name? Even more than once was a nuisance. You were a nuisance. 

You and your voice and your face and your uniform with the stupid skirt and tie and your stupid smile. 

Katsuki had to admit to himself that he hated you, almost as much as he hated everyone else and Deku...combined. 

But, oblivious to his wandering thoughts, there you were, striding into class like you owned the damned place, greeting everyone that passed by just because. 

And like the idiot your clumsy ass was, you bumped into a table, then proceeded to apologize to the table. And then you laughed at yourself as if no one saw. 

But Katsuki saw. 

He saw the annoying grimace everyone liked to call a smile. 

Call him a grouch, but it was nothing personal. He felt like that towards—mostly―everyone. You and Deku had your own little level of hate for just him, though. 

"You're late to class by a minute again, Y/n," Iida scolded. 

You let out a huff of air. "That's fifteen minutes before Aizawa Sensei gets here." 

Kaminari's arm slinked around your shoulders. "She's right, Iida. If anyone's consistently late, it's gotta be Sensei." 

"Or maybe it's you, because the only person you see coming late is Sensei because you come twenty minutes after he does," Kirishima piped in. 

You let out a breathy chuckle. "It's fine, Iida. He won't care, trust me. He cares if we act like idiots in class―" you elbowed Kaminari in the stomach, "―not if we're late to class." 

Iida pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a finger, pressing his lips into a line. "Get seated. Let's all be ready for when Aizawa Sensei gets here." He swept a commanding hand over the bustling students of class 1-A, to which everyone responded with complete ignorance. 

Most mornings were just like this one. Noisy despite the music blasting in Katsuki's ears plus a late Aizawa. However, instead of the grouchy teacher stumbling in on two hours of sleep and his third cup of coffee, the class was greeted by a familiar booming voice. 

All Might stormed into the room, his chest puffed out like a silly action figure, his smile wide enough to show all his pearly white teeth. 

Katsuki perked up, his back straightened as he tugged his earbuds out and shut his music off. 

"Good morning, Class 1-A!" The hero shouted. 

Students rushed to their desks, greeting him in return. Despite seeing the hero mostly every single day, it was still exciting to most of the students. Especially Katsuki. Not that he'd ever let anyone know how much of a dork he was over the hero (not that he had a single bone in him that was actually, in fact, dorky). 

"Today, we'll be doing something different. We're going to reserve today's classes for training!"

The class hooted with excitement, Kaminari pumped his fist into the air, glad to be away from actual academics. It was hard for Katsuki not to roll his eyes, but he was excited all the same. 

"As your teachers, we've noticed some vast improvement since the beginning of the year. The control of your quirks has improved, as well as the overall power of them. However, we've also noticed that, while individually all of you have improved, this group's collective weakspot is cooperation. Thinking fast on the battle field as a group. Working with one another to take one thing down at a time." 

Katsuki clenched his fists. He heard Deku adjust himself in his chair behind him, stiffening. 

Because All Might was right. 

They were all horrible at that. And cooperation is what made a good hero. Katsuki wasn't oblivious to that, as many people thought he would be. It's not that he didn't see how cooperation benefitted a hero, but he was simply a greater hero when he acted on his own. 

"You'll be split into groups for this day-long activity," All Might continued. "These groups will be completely randomized, so don't assume you'll be with someone you can cooperate with easily." 

Collectively, the class nodded. 

"That said!" All Might grinned once more, his voice picking up its iconic excitement again, "Get your hero suits ready!"