Bakudeku - Feelings?

chapter 1 ~ Confusion

I frantically sprinted through the halls of UA high, trying to search for my classroom. My green hair kept sweeping in my face as I ran across the school grounds. The hallways seemed to go on forever as other students occasionally cast weird glances at me.

‘Where is my classroom…. Where is it-’ I hurriedly thought to myself. Not even the first day in, and I'm probably going to be late.
I kept on running and running, but still, to no avail was I able to find my class. This strange feeling in my gut was telling me everyone was staring at me. This was likely my third time circling the school.
The district didn't supply us maps of this school. It is probably because of what some people may be doing as future heroes. I didn't know exactly why. But even if I did have one, I would still be lost.

I kept on going in circles around what seemed like the never-ending halls until I’d eventually collided into someone. I knew it was going to happen eventually. All my things in my backpack went flying, not even realizing I had left it open when leaving for school this morning. I was on the floor alongside my items, trying to pick them up while continuously apologizing. The person I had crashed into was looking down at this pitiful display, not being bothered to help me out.
Other people had stopped to stare, too, probably thinking that we had gotten into a fight.
After picking up all my things, I apologized once more and then headed off to search for my class again.

Where is it? I repeated to myself.
At last, at the end of the hallway, class 1A.
I likely passed it a lot, just trying to find it.
I entered the classroom, breathing heavily as if I had just walked a mile.
It felt like it.
I thankfully sighed, glad I wasn't late on my first day.

Looking around the class, I see many unfamiliar faces. The walls were a bland white color, nothing plastered on them to bring it a little life.
At the front of the room was what I assumed was the teacher's desk, and behind the desk was a chalkboard.
I decided to go look for my seat.
As I searched, I had spotted a rather familiar face I would have rather not seen again.
And who was this person? Well, it was Kachan.

“Who do we have here? It's the green haired nerd, Deku!” Bakugo snickered while pointing at me.
It pained me to hear the nickname he had given me and bullied me with so many times before.
I tried to ignore him, going back to search for my seat.
But the universe was not on my side today.
I was seated right behind him.
I would have to endure his constant yelling and bullying. I was not prepared for this. 

As time went by, more people entered the class. Some were social butterflies, trying to get to know every person in the class. It was quite loud.
I stared blankly at the back of bakugos' head, his blonde hair spiked up like usual.
It kind of represented his personality. Explosive.

Eventually, the bell rang. The talking slowly died down.
Everyone got to their seats, and the teacher entered the class.
He looked less like a teacher and more like a hobo. He had bags under his eyes, his long raven black hair tangled and knotted on his head. He had a slight stubble on his chin. It was kind of hard to tell, though, because his white scarf around his neck blocked the view of his face.

“Goodmorning, sir!” I exclaimed to him as he entered.
Bakugo scoffs from in front of me.
“Already trying to suck up to the teacher on the first day? How pathetic.”
The teacher rolls his eyes, likely at Bakugou.

“Call me Aizawa.”
He pauses a moment before continuing.
“Now, it's time for your first lessons.”
    

When he said “first lessons” I expected it to be something about our quirks.
But it wasn't. It was as if I were in a normal school, taking normal lessons. Was this all to test our patience? I sighed as I sat down at a lone table, placing my lunch down on it.
Looking around at everybody in the cafeteria, I saw Bakugou. He was still in the line, actually waiting for his food.
In our middle school years, he constantly pushed and shoved to get to the front of the line. He only ever got sent to the principal twice for that behavior because the staff knew he was too much of a danger to deal with.
I'm guessing here he knows that everyone has powerful and even deadly quirks. Of course, this is UA, the best school in Japan for future heroes.

I started to zone out, staring at my uneaten food piled on my lunch tray. As I do so, a girl walks up to me and waves.
I don't notice her until she taps me on my shoulder. I jolt at the sudden touch, frantically looking around until I spot her to my right.
She has short brown hair, going down to her face length. She's wearing the typical UA outfit, a gray suit with a red tie. She seems to have a very bubbly personality.
I noticed her from my classroom. Ochako, was it?

“Hey!” I awkwardly spoke with a smile.
“Hey!” She smiles back.
“Do you mind if I take a seat here?”
She points at the seat across from me.
“Oh! I don't mind.”
There was an awkward moment of silence as we both thought of what to say.

“Why'd you-” we both started speaking at the same time, ending our sentences abruptly when we realized we were both talking.
She let out a slight giggle.
“You speak first.”
“Oh. Okay. So, what made you decide to come to UA?”
“Well, I want to become a hero!” She exclaimed.
“How about you, Izuku?” She says, turning to face me.
“To bring happiness to others, and justice to villains as a hero!”
I say, eyes sparkling with hope and a light smile on my face.
“ooh!” she responds.
We both go silent as the conversation dulls.  
I look around the cafeteria again, trying to think of a new conversation topic.
When I did, I saw Bakugou quickly heading in our direction. He appeared to be furious. His brows were furrowed, and his fists were clenched as he almost practically stopped through the loud, crowded cafeteria. He looked me dead in the eyes.
What had I done wrong? I wondered.

When he made it over to our table, he spoke calmly.
“Hey, nerd.”
“Hi, Kachan.” I say, confused at this unexpected behavior.
Ochako waves at Bakugou, but he doesn't wave back. He instead rolls his eyes at her.
“Remember to prepare for the assessments tomorrow.”
He said before turning around and leaving.
“O..Okay.” I respond, confused. Why was Kachan telling me this now?
As if Ochako was reading my mind, she said,
“That was weird. Doesn't he usually yell at you?”
“Uh, yeah. Usually.”
I reply, nodding.
I had begun to mumble, my brain thinking too many thoughts at once. Why is he telling me this information? Why did he look so angry?

“Hey! Izuku?” She said, waving her hand in my face.
“Yeah?”
“Lunch has ended! We need to get to class!”
“Oh!”
I run over with my entirely full tray of food and throw it out. I sprinted to catch up with Ochako and get to class.