I didn't choose THIS

Bakugo Katsuki

Flashback

I sat at the couch wings back in their tattooed state. 

"So let me get this straight" Hazishi repeated "Thous three that attacked where angels, and you're the Prince of hell" 

I nodded again

"So thats why you didn't have a home that night" Aizawa said softly.

I shook my head "My father sent me on a mission, you see he sensed the angels and I'm one of the strongest.." I took a breath 

"What I didn't know is that it was a trap for me, There is this law that you cannot enter anothers terriotry and kill a member of their royal family. This was created to stop the other realms trying to replace rulers amoung other things"

I closed my eyes annoyed "There was a deliberate loop hole left,"

"- they could be killed if not in their own kingdom" Aizawa finished.

"Exactly" I smiled

"And thats why your here" Hazishi stated

"You don't act like a typical demon prince" Aizawa said

I laughed 

"Cause you have met one?" I teased the tired hero. 

"Nah I get it, I don't like killing if it can be avoided" I smile. 

"Wait doesn't this that mean your in DANGER!!" Hazishi yelled his quirk activating. 

"Yea I guess, but so are you even if I left now"

"Your not leaving" Aizawa interupted me. 

"But I could get you killed" I said astonished.

"Your still a kid, you should have to fight on our own" Hazishi said supporting his husband. 

I frowned. 

"Whats with the look problem child?" Aizawa asked.

"It's just you act nothing like my father, You both smile and show affection to Shinso" I paused unsure how to contiune.

"Are you saying your father hasn't even hugged you? Ever?" Hazishi asked startled 

"My dad is the devil himself, he can't have a weakness" I stated a soft pang pulling my heart. 

Tears rolled down the loud blondes face and he raced forwards embracing me. 

"Hazishi," Aizawa said softly before returning his attention me trapped in his partners arms. 

"I know where you will be safe."

Flashback end. 

I stood outside the class as Aizawa intrduced me. 

We had had a large chat after the not so great angels attacked, where it was decided I would join UA. 

With one condition. 

I had to act like I had a quirk. 

As in if Aizawa used his power on me. I had to make my demonic apperance disappear. 

Yuck. 

"Come in Problem Child" 

I slid the door open and ignored the eyes on me. I was used to being judged so this was nothing new. 

Aizawa nodded and gestured for me to introduce myself offering a small smile. 

I turned towards the class and nodded my head, "My name is Midoriya Izuku it's a pleasure to meet you"

I got mixed responces back, some saying a simple hello, other complementing my hair. Although one stood out in particular.

"Great, another god damn Extra."

I locked eyes with the crimson eyes of the firey blonde. 

I took a deep breath through my nose, filtering through the myriad scents of my classmates until I locked onto his distinct aroma.

It was a subtle yet unmistakable hint, like a whisper of ancient power woven into the fabric of his being.

As I focused, my senses honed in on the unique essence that marked him apart from the others.

There it was, a faint but definite trace of something primal and otherworldly—the unmistakable signature of demon blood flowing through his veins.

With a knowing smile, I filed away this newfound knowledge, recognizing that behind his unassuming facade lay a heritage steeped in mystery and power.

"Your seat is behind Bakugo" 

As Aizawa's words hung in the air, I nodded in acknowledgment, understanding the implication of being seated behind Bakugo.

The blonde hero-in-training exuded an aura of intensity and determination, his presence commanding respect and caution in equal measure.

Walking down the aisle, I couldn't help but notice the tension that seemed to crackle around Bakugo like a barely contained storm.

His sharp gaze scanned the room, taking in every detail with a keen awareness that hinted at his formidable abilities as a hero.

Taking my seat behind him, I couldn't shake the feeling of being in the eye of a hurricane, the calm before a potential storm.

The proximity to Bakugo brought a mix of anticipation and apprehension, knowing that his fiery personality and explosive temper were legendary among his peers.

As the lesson progressed, I found myself constantly aware of Bakugo's presence in front of me.

His every movement, from the way he scribbled notes with fierce determination to the occasional subtle shift in posture, seemed to demand attention.

Despite the initial tension, I noticed glimpses of something beyond Bakugo's tough exterior.

There were moments when his expression softened, however briefly, revealing glimpses of vulnerability or fleeting flashes of contemplation.

It was a reminder that beneath the explosive personality lay layers of complexity and depth.As the classroom discussions unfolded, Bakugo's contributions were as fiery as expected, his arguments sharp and incisive. His passion for heroism and his drive to succeed were palpable, resonating with everyone in the room, including me.

Sitting behind Bakugo offered a unique perspective, allowing me to observe his interactions with classmates and teachers alike.

It was a front-row seat to witness the evolution of a future hero, with all the challenges and triumphs that journey entailed.

The chuckle escaped my lips as the class drew to a close, a mix of amusement and intrigue bubbling within me.

Bakugo Katsuki, I thought, what an interesting boy indeed.

As I gathered my belongings and prepared to leave, I couldn't help but wonder about the stories hidden behind Bakugo's intense gaze.

What experiences shaped him into the hero-in-training he was today?
What struggles and triumphs had molded his character into something so fiercely captivating?

With a smile lingering on my lips, I made a mental note to observe Bakugo closely in the days to come.

There was something about him that sparked curiosity and admiration, a spark that hinted at untold depths waiting to be explored.

Something that made me want, to know more.