[undefined] ○ bnha

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the boy focuses on his pitch and as the ball left his hand, a wooshing effect happened as the sphere gained momentum. he had finally used his quirk and his little brunette friend was cheering for him as aizawa looked as impressed. he looked back and held up his hand, showing off only his finger was broken and you shook your head.

"it's almost as if he's a child who just developed a quirk. he should have a solid handle on this by now," you sighed as the male next to you became enraged.

"what the fuck? that shitty nerd isn't supposed to have a quirk?! deku!!" he stalked toward the boy, violence sure to ensure as he lunged for the male, hands already sparking. you were a bit shocked to say the least. yeah bakugo had some anger problems but never would you expect him to try and hurt an innocent person.

aizawa had wrapped his capture ropes around the blonde and nullified his quirk before sighing and letting you take over control of the heated blonde again.

"don't make me use my quirk too much, it gives me bad dry eye," he grumbled as his hair and capture tape settled back down and he pulled out eye drops before dripping some into his slightly strained eyes. you kept a steady pressure on bakugo that barely kept him in place as he seethed. your homeroom teacher then pulled out some device you didn't look too closely at and projected everyone's overall score. in first place was someone named todoroki shoto, who you had yet to meet, followed by the explosive blonde and of course, yourself.

deku was in last place but before bakugo could get any hopes up the hero announced the expulsion was purely a ruse to get them to try. some girl with long brown hair in a ponytail laughed slightly at the others who freaked out. you rolled your eyes, she just got in on recommendation, nothing special. added with an over inflated ego and there was almost no way she could have any redeemable qualities.

class is dismissed and deku leaves to the nurse's office before you let your hold on the blonde up, allowing him to stalk beside you.

"can i know why you got so infuriated?" being anything but unususally gentle would result in a fight and he obviously didn't need that at the moment.

"that shitty nerd's had a quirk this whole time. he lied to me for years and i just- i can't with him right now. what kind of fucking person thinks it's funny to play someone for years and tell them you don't have a quirk just to unveil it when you both get into the top hero academy?!"

"that is low, but you just have to forget him and not let it get the best of you. you saw him, he has no control over that thing, there's no way he can surpass you if you continue to train hard and raise the bar before he can even think about reaching your last mark," somehow this helped and bakugo smirked, cracking his knuckles.

"i'll just beat him when it matters," his devious smirk reappeared to his lips and you couldn't help but join. this guy really brought out the most extreme of you emotions. the two of you made a quick stop to get bags before going to the entrance and changing into outdoor shoes before leaving the school, walking side by side and looking just as intimidating as ever to the other 1a students watching.
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the next day started out normal, bakugo finding any reason to fight with the jet leg guy and you acting as an unofficial official, making sure both males kept themselves apart, including the brunette's incessant hand motions. if he ended up putting them in bakugo's face like yesterday there's no way anyone could save him from anything the blonde might have decided on doing.

aizawa soon rolled into class and got everyone seated before taking attendence and then a nap for the rest of homeroom. since you just spent time doing the quirk tests yesterday, you hadn't had any classes but today you finally met your teachers. which of course, were more pro heros.

soon present mic walked in and yelled his introduction as you english teacher and you slumped back in your seat. english was never your strong suit, it was just a language you could never master. french on the other hand...

was simple and genuinely enjoyable. he gave a review test of basic english words and phrases that everyone should've known by now, having been forced to learn the language in middle school. even though it was review you struggled and bakugo's condescending chuckles weren't helping.

much to your enjoyment and bakugo's growing smirk, present mic left and cementoss walked in, introducing himself as your modern literature teacher. you outwardly groaned at the idea of back-to-back 'impossible' classes and wanted to disapear as he gave a brief run-down of how the class would work. reading old 'classics' and some kanji lessons sprinkled in.

bakugo turned and laughed at you and cementoss exited, leaving you all with a copy of a 'classic' which was written 50 years prior.

"all you reading and grammar kids are really cocky and stuck up, ya know?" you groaned as you put your head into your arms as your next teacher walked in. he looked around the class and silently snickered about you complaining about english and literature to your friend all the others around you.

"alright class 1a! i am ectoplasm and i will be your mathematics teacher," he announced and you jumped from your chair.

"oh doux Jésus bénissez le seigneur!" you cried out, arms in the air and not realising you had spoken in french. the class around you had erupted into snickers as ectoplasm shook his head and waited for you to sit back down. he handed out a paper and explained you just had to find the pattern in each problem. you passed the paper to whoever had the fortune of sitting behind you and immediately got to work, flying through the assignment. once ectoplasm noticed you relaxing he walked over and checked your paper, not one mistake.

he walked back to the front of the class and you waited for bakugo to finish so you could talk. you could tell he was more of a reading guy so the assignment took a little longer for him and you decided to finally look around and see who you actually sat by.

you were fourth back in the row closest to a set of windows, opposite the doors to the hallway. in front of you was deku, the boy who's real name you still didn't know, front diagonally another guy who's name you hadn't learned. he had spiky red hair and seemed as powerful and fierce as bakugo. of course next to you was the explosive blonde you usually stuck with. behind you was a surprise though. to avoid just akwardly glancing back you decided it was better to use the chair to help you crack your back. while doing this, it seemed like a natural teenage thing and allowed you to see who it was. you had to stop a groan from leaving your lips as you saw the annoying egotistical brunette from yesterday at a diagonal from you and the half-half male directly behind you. he had no problem staring at you as this happneed, which of course just pushed you over a small edge.

with the flick of your wrist hidden to him you forced his jaw to the side and lightly giggled with the slight panicked look in his eyes as he strained to look at you. you turned back around and released the grip on him you had, noticing bakugo was still working.

"stop staring metallic face, that's not gonna get me to finish this faster," he huffed.

"nice name," you nodded, liking metallic over the usual metal.

"what exactly is your quirk? how did you even do that?" you heard the male behind you whisper into you ear as he leaned over his desk. you smirked, turning a bit so you could meet his eyes.

"now where's the fun in outright telling you," your smirk increased as he slowly sat back down and you continued to lean back in your chair.

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oh doux Jésus bénissez le seigneur - oh sweet jesus bless the lord

(That was Google translated btw)

Before someone crie I just pulled the details of each class outta thin air sorry if it makes no sense

happy holidays I'm running out of pre written and edited parts bc the usj arc ends in a boring to re-interpret way idk
(i write thru-out the week and then post on saturdays when i remember or feel I've made enough progress on the next parts)