ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. || 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶

One of the Fs || Chapter One

"So this is class 1-A? I heard you guys were impressive but you just sound like an ass.." A voice came pushing through the crowds of students.

Bakugos eyes locked on violet ones, enchanting and mesmerising. He kept his expression emotionless and glare threatening but a lump was building in the back of his throat.

"Is everyone in the hero course delusional or just you?" His voice continued, face now fully recognisable. "I was disappointed to come here and find a load of egomaniacs."

Anger crept to the front of Katsukis mind as he shouted, shoulders tense, "Who the hell do you think you are, freak!?"

"Could ask you the same question, calling yourself a god? Really?" He chuckled, pushing past Bakugo and walking inbetween the rest of class 1-A that stood behind him to go speak to  their teacher - Shota, Eraserhead, Aizawa.

Bakugo, to everybody's surprise, didn't completely blow up. Instead he felt a gentle flush make its way to the tips of his ears. Was he attracted to this? No.. was he?... "No," he decided before walking back into the classroom and sitting at his desk with a "tsk."

The purple haired freak lingered for a while longer, speaking to their teacher in hushed tones before turning and walking back out the room, winking at the blonde on his way.

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"Who thé hell are you? And answer it this time." Bakugo asked, raising his voice slightly as he found the same purple haired freak from earlier. Now he was sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria with a few 1-B students.

He grinned wickedly, "Hitoshi Shinso but you can call me whatever you want."

Katsuki glared in disbelief, "You're really fucking arrogant, it's almost like you're begging for somebody to put you in your goddamn place." He said cockily.

"And you think you can do that? Cute. I could have you on your knees in a heartbeat." He replied with a smirk.

"You wish." Bakugo sneered, glancing around the table to see Neito Monoma whispering something to a ginger extra. He rolled his eyes, "Stay out my way, eyebags."

"Gladly, goldie locks."

"Are they threatening or flirting?" Monoma asked, voice hushed as he watched the 1-A student saunter back to his 'squad.'

"It's definitely one of the F's." TetsuTetsu muttered, looking up from his lunch tray.

"What?.." Neito questioned, eyebrows scrunched.

"Flirting, fighting or fucking." He listed, watching as his friends faces morphed into ones of mild disgust.

"All of the above?" Kendo suggested, seeing Shinsos smirk as he turned to sit back down.

The entire table of friends instantly turned to stare at him, "..What?.." He asked, voice an octave higher than it usually would have been.

"Bad move, Shin." Monoma stated simply, "He's an egotistical asshole with anger issues and an ego higher than the sky."

"Monomas right, you know?" TetsuTetsu agreed, biting into a sandwich he had bought for lunch.

"It's not like I'm into him." Hitoshi laughed.

Kendo rolled her eyes, "Sureeee..."

"I'm serious!" He defended, "Third foster family had a Pomeranian. Feisty little shits. I don't plan on getting involved with the human personification."

His eyes wandered back to the blonde, a slight smirk on his face. He wasn't into him, of course he wasn't! But there could be a little game in it for him and to knock down the ego of class 1-As biggest asshole seemed like a bonus.