Training Day (Bakugou x Izuku)

Close Combat

"Your homework is to train without your quirk" Mr Aizawa peered out from behind his curtains of wavy, black hair to his silent class.
Well, formerly silent.

The class erupted in talking as everyone discussed this strange homework choice.

Mr Aizawa waited until the class quieted before speaking.

"If you ever come face to face with a villain who has an erasure quirk such as mine, or one who steals quirks, temporarily robbing you of yours, you will still be able to save people or defend yourself," Mr Aizawa explained.

"I'll be putting you in pairs," he continued, and began reading from a short list on his desk.

As he read, the students would glance at their partner and smile, glad with who they would be working with. Everyone got on with everyone else - except for one student.

Bakugou wasn't exactly what you could call a friendly person, and he grew increasingly agitated and mad as his name and one other was left till last on the list.

"Bakugou, you'll be working with Izuku,"

Bakugou heard a squeak from Izuku, who was sat a short way behind him. He grit his teeth and gripped the edge of his desk, actually emitting a low growl.

Mr Aizawa looked over at him.

"Is there a problem, Bakugou?" He asked.

Bakugou felt another surge of irritation when he noticed the gleam of humour in Mr Aizawa's eyes.

"Yeah," Bakugou growled, his palms heating up in anger "why do I have to work with him?" He emphasized the last word vehemently.

"Because I enjoy the chemistry between you two. You are very different to each  other - much like hero and villain," he paused "and my decision is final,"

The desk below Bakugou's hands was smoking now, and the smell of melting plastic was present.

Not one to argue with a teacher, Bakugou grit his teeth even harder (if that was possible) and looked away.
This was going to be the worst homework he had ever had.

Izuku was feeling the same; there was no way Bakugou was going to hold back, so he was already thinking about his will.
Izuku gulped.

The rest of the day continued  uneventfully, and the final bell rang. The students of 1A left in pairs, happily talking and arguing good naturedly over who would win their combat session.

Bakugou took his time packing his bag, so Izuku had to hang behind and wait for him.
He hovered sheepishly in the  doorways, rocking on his heels, not  really sure what to do while he waited.

Bakugou finally finished and slung his bag over his left shoulder, glaring at Izuku.

He sighed heavily.

"Come on then, Deku,  let's go. We'll train at my house, seeing as I actually have a garden," Bakugou commanded, walking past Izuku and not looking at him.

Izuku said nothing and hurried after the taller boy.

They walked in silence the whole way to Bakugou's house. Every now and then, Izuku would attempt to create conversation so it wasn't so awkward, but Bakugou either answered in monotonous single words, or completely ignored the question.
Izuku stopped trying after a while.

It was obvious Bakugou didn't like him back.
Izuku looked at his feet, feeling upset.
Of course he didn't like him, especially not like THAT.
But he couldn't stop his own feelings.

Izuku looked up at Bakugou, admiring the way his hair bounced slightly as he walked. He loved his long, confident strides, and how he radiated arrogance and an 'I don't care what you think' air.