Behind The Walls ✔️

Chapter 1:Rekindled Connections

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The air buzzed with the sound of chatter and footsteps as students moved through the corridors of UA High. It was the start of a new term, and everyone was filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Izuku Midoriya adjusted the strap of his backpack as he walked alongside his friends, his mind a whirl of thoughts about what this year might bring.

“Are you ready for another year of madness, Izuku?” Shoto Todoroki asked, his heterochromatic eyes glancing sideways at Izuku.

Izuku smiled, his eyes bright with determination. “I am. I think this year will be different, in a good way.”

Tenya Iida, the ever-responsible class president, nodded in agreement. “As long as we all stay focused and support each other, I’m sure we’ll accomplish great things.”

Ochaco Uraraka, her hair bouncing as she walked, added, “And have fun while we’re at it! I mean, what’s the point if we don’t enjoy the journey, right?”

Tsuyu Asui, with her characteristic calm demeanor, chimed in, “As long as we stick together, everything will be fine.”

Izuku appreciated his friends’ support. He knew that having them by his side made facing any challenge that much easier. Yet, despite their companionship, his thoughts were occupied by someone else entirely. The prospect of seeing Katsuki Bakugo again after all these years filled him with a complicated mix of emotions.

“Deku!” a familiar, gruff voice called from behind him. Izuku’s heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the source.

“Kacchan,” he breathed, taking in the sight of Katsuki Bakugo striding toward him. His blond hair was as unruly as ever, his eyes sharp and filled with their usual intensity. But there was something else there, a hint of something Izuku couldn’t quite place.

“Don’t look so surprised, nerd,” Katsuki said, smirking slightly. “You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun this year, did you?”

Izuku laughed, a sound that was both nervous and relieved. “I’m glad to see you, Kacchan. It’s been too long.”

Katsuki shrugged, his expression shifting from his typical bravado to something softer, almost contemplative. “Yeah, well, things change.”

As they walked together, Izuku’s mind drifted back to their childhood. They had been inseparable once, best friends who had shared dreams of becoming heroes. But everything had changed when Katsuki’s mother, Mitsuki Bakugo, passed away. The loss had transformed Katsuki, turning his grief into anger and driving a wedge between them.

“So, how’s it been?” Izuku asked, his voice cautious yet hopeful.

Katsuki snorted, a sound that was somehow both dismissive and amused. “Same old. You know how it is. How’s the nerd brigade treating you?”

Izuku chuckled, gesturing toward his friends, who were now gathered nearby, talking among themselves. “They’re great. We’ve got each other’s backs.”

Katsuki’s gaze lingered on the group for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he returned his attention to Izuku. “Good. You’ll need them.”

As they approached their classroom, the noise level rose. Students were catching up after the break, exchanging stories and laughter. Izuku felt a wave of warmth wash over him at the sense of camaraderie that filled the air.

“Yo, Bakugo!” a voice called from across the room. It was Kirishima Eijirou, Katsuki’s closest friend and a self-proclaimed lover of all things manly. He waved enthusiastically, his sharp teeth flashing in a broad grin.

Katsuki grunted in acknowledgment, his eyes flicking to the others in his circle. Denki Kaminari, the class clown, was engaged in a lively conversation with Hanta Sero, who seemed to be laughing at one of Denki’s many jokes. Mina Ashido, the gossip queen, was animatedly chatting with a group of girls nearby, her pink skin glowing with excitement.

Izuku watched as Katsuki joined his friends, noting the ease with which he slipped into his familiar role. It was a reminder of how much had changed—and how much had stayed the same.

“I guess some things never change,” Shoto observed, joining Izuku at his desk.

Izuku nodded, his gaze still on Katsuki. “Yeah, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe it’s just… how things are supposed to be.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Their homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, strolled in, looking as sleep-deprived as ever. He glanced around the room, his expression a mix of resignation and patience.

“Settle down, everyone,” Aizawa said, his voice calm yet commanding. “Welcome back. Let’s make this year count.”

As the class settled into their seats, Izuku’s mind lingered on Katsuki. The distance between them was more than just physical; it was a barrier built by years of unresolved emotions and unspoken words. But as Izuku glanced over at Katsuki, he saw a glimmer of something that gave him hope—a possibility that maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to the friendship they had lost.