(From Bakugo's POV)
I've known Deku since we were just kids, maybe 3 or 4 years old? I'm not sure. Also, it's not like I would try to remember anything about that shitty nerd.
(Is also fully aware of the exact date and time of which they met LMAO)
And ever since we were kids, since that one time in the river... He just...made me angry. I'll admit, he also made me slightttttttlly jealous, with his constant desire to help people. TELL ANYONE I SAID THAT AND YOU'RE DEAD, EXTRA. So when years later, I find out a quirkless kid like him got into MY dream school, I was pretty much up to the brim with anger. But I guess I'm used to it now.
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My alarm rings and I wake up angry, suppressing the want to blow up my phone.
'God, I hate that fucking alarm,' I think to myself. But I definitely didn't hate my alarm as much I as I hated that shitty nerd for walking into my mind, completely uninvited at 7:00 AM in the morning before I'd even gotten out of bed.
"FUCKING SHITTY NERD!!!!!!" I yelled into my pillow.
"Hey Denki, check it out, he's doing it again.", said Shitty hair (Kirishima), from the other side of my dorm room door. If he had been in here, I would have definitely blown him up there and then.
I'm gonna be honest here, this happened generally often, and some times it wasn't as annoying as much as it was a reminder of how pretty that nerd is. I still hated him, and NOTE THAT I WOULD NEVER SAY THIS TO HIS FACE, but the boy was pretty.
I finally got up out of bed, lazily got ready, brushing my teeth, putting on my school clothes, and stuffing my hero costume into my brand new backpack, radiating a bright yellow color that could probably leave me blind. 'Huh,' I thought. 'Kind of reminds me of-'
WAIT. DID I HAVE THE SAME BACKPACK AS SHITTY NERD?!?!?
I rushed out of my bedroom to find Shitty Hair and Pikachu (Denki) on the couch, laughing at some random memes.
"CAN YOU TWO SHUT UP!?!? IM TRYING TO FIND A DIFFERENT BACKPACK SO I DON'T LOOK LIKE FUCKING FRECKLES!!!!" I yell at them. It's the way I ask for help, and they know it.
"Fine fine, I'll trade backpacks with you, bakubro.", mocks Shitty Hair. He's the one who bought me this nerd backpack ripoff in the first place. So out of spite, I made dumb desicion number one:
"You know what, Shitty Hair? Maybe I would rather have this backpack than yours. Fuck you." I said. I sucked at spiting people, but this was close enough for me.
I ate some toast, grabbed my blindingly yellow bag, and left the dorm. Early. And you know who else leaves their dorm early every morning to train?
Fucking. IZUKU.
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Fanfictionbakugo katsuki has always hated izuku midorya. His face gets so red, and hes so deafed by emotion he can barely hear anything other than that nerd. But what if this emotion isnt anger?
