Prodigies - My Hero Academia

The Holidays are Here!

To celebrate the first semester coming to a close, U.A.'s  hero course students are spending their final night together in the dorms. Decked in tinsel and lights, the common room is filled with ongoing conversation and laughter. A large tree ornate and overdone by a gold and navy theme stands before the Northern wall. Twenty full red stockings hang above the television, screen running a video of a crackling fireplace. Soft, soothing music travels in from the kitchen where Sato and Asui are wrapping up the meal preparations. 

The dresscode for such event is comfy and casual. So, naturally, the class collectively raves on wearing holiday sweaters and accessories. Well, except for one.

Ashido holds a big, red coat, attempting to drape it on Bakugo's shoulders before he sits down on the couch.

Swatting her away, "I told you, I'm not wearing that shit!", he shouts.

"Don't be lame!"

Kaminari nudges his friend, "Yeah, Kacchan, where's your spirit?"

Bakugo takes a seat, mocking those two under his breath when Kirishima lands beside him. The red head subtly leans to peek at Bakugo's phone screen, noticing that he is reading an article about the fiber hero's recent victory in the Okayama prefecture.

"Are you going back to Best Jeanist's agency?" Kirishima asks.

"Stay out of my business."

"That's a no." Kaminari rolls his eyes.

"Nobody asked you, Assrag."

Flipping sunglasses over his eyes, "Oo, look at you changing up the nicknames", Sero comments.

"Fuck off."

Bakugo crosses his leg, right foot placed upon his knee. As expected, the conversation between his classmates moves on to another topic rather quickly. He remains silent. Worries of the future bubble up in his head, but his expression is flat and unreadable. He can't help thinking that while those around to him go off to intern with Fatgum, Gunhead, Rock Lock, and Ryukyu, he is left to be humiliated again for all to witness. Laying his phone face down in his lap, the corner of his mouth slightly twitches then falls back into a frown. 

In the kitchen, Midoriya offers to help carry out and arrange plates. Dishes and desserts cover the center table, inviting all students to serve themselves.

"Dig in everyone!" Sato announces. 

The class gives thanks for the meal before piling food on their plates. Sitting in a row, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Ida eat and talk over their separate plans for break. More food, visiting family and going out for the New Year appears to be the common answer between the three. 

Glancing at Uraraka, Midoriya vividly reflects on Friday night's dinner.

"Uraraka, would you do me a favor?"

"S-sure!"

"You and Fukuda are friends, right? Is there something.. suspicious or off about her you noticed?"

"I don't think so?"

"Can you tell me a bit about her then?"

"You're acting kinda weird."

"It's not weird to talk about your friends! I know lots about Kacchan, like he is left-handed, he loved playing soccer when we were in elementary, and he hates deviled eggs."

"That's.. nice, but I really didn't need to know. Sorry, Deku."

Fukuda continues to live on elevated above him, just out of reach. Reaching the table then, he was quick to notice that authoritative and impertinent attitude meshed to one more nurturing and kinder toward his classmates. All he could focus on was that feeling while looking into her cold stare. It was heavier, stronger. He reasons that her quirk has to exceed her body. That loosely explains why she seemed so giant in the heat of the moment and once again, he choked on his words. The air grew thinner as his neck gradually crushed under pressure, all without a single grazing touch from her. She uses fear inducement to gain respect. The perfect recipe for a dictator.