NOT WRITING ANYMORE - Prism x Bakugou (Prisugo)

Part 1

Okay, so the seating chart is gonna be switched. Mineta is gone, he's now in 1B (aha). Hagakure (Invisible Girl) Takes Mineta's seat, leaving the seat in front of Bakugo to be Prism's. Hope that clears up everything!
(Time Skip Past Entrance Exams)
Point of view: 1st, like you are Prism.
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I walked into the classroom given to me on my card. Class 1A. Sounds important. I walk inside, and I catch a view of a blonde headed, spiky, yet poofy, haired punk. Nice. He's getting yelled at by this dude with glasses, and man, this guys waving his arms around like crazy! At first I thought it might've been our teacher, but he was wearing the UA student uniform, so that was out of the window. I tried to find a seat that would work.  Practically everyone was here, I needed to figure this out. I realized the seat in front of the blonde haired punk was open, so I made my move. I quickly swept over to the seat. The dude turns over to look at me. "So, we're gonna sit near each other, huh?" I turned around. "Yeah, why?" This guy. He sounds like he's got a temper. Kind of freaking me out. "I was just wondering. People have been avoiding that seat, I guess I'm intimidating." I sigh. "Interesting.. Okay, well nice to meet 'cha! I'm Prism. Hey, aren't you the guy that made first in the entrance exams? Good job!" He got a prideful look in his face. "Thanks. I was the only one worthy of that place anyway." He puts his feet onto his desk, his feet touching my sleeve. I quickly wipe off the smudge. Man, this guy's tall. He's at around 170, when I'm only at 163. I realize he's been blabbering on about his quirk. "That damn nerd, Deku, thinking he could beat me.." I'm confused. "Who's Deku?" I sort of feel bad for not knowing, but I have to ask. Bakugo sighs, quite roughly, actually, making me wonder if anything happened in the past. "Just a damn bug. He didn't even deserve to make it into this school, he was a quirkless wannabe, and I still think he is one. I need to figure out how he got in." He begins tightening up his hands, and he sweats. Like, a lot. I'm watching him talk about this 'Deku' kid, when I notice little explosions in his hands. They look like fireworks. I interrupt him. "Hey, that's really cool! So what's your quirk?" He stops and smiles, but I'm not sure if it's out of happiness, or pride, or confidence, or whatever. "Oh, this? It's explosion. Probably the strongest quirk in this school, judging by the fact that I'm the best one here." I start to twiddle my thumbs, and he notices. He's really paying attention to me, more than he payed attention to the other people in class 1A. I wonder why. "What's wrong, you intimidated? I know, I know, I'm really strong and cool, but there's no reason to be scared. Unless you act like Deku and upset me. Then I'll kill you. You got that?" I gulp. Man, that's scary. A shiver goes down my spine as I say "Yeah, got it.." you can hear the trembling in my voice. I continue to twiddle my thumbs and he keeps starting at my hands, then the floor, then my hands again. What's wrong with me, is there something on me? I look down, and I realize there's a puddle of yellow liquid dripping from my fingertips. "Crap!" I stumble to get up, looking for towels, or something. The colors might stain the floors, I need to hurry up. As I'm looking around, I notice Bakugo inspecting the yellow. He's looking at it strangely, as if he's kind of both concerned, but also amazed. He puts his finger in the liquid, and he tries to shake it off, but it won't just come off by shaking without splattering everywhere. "What the hell?!" The guy with the glasses comes over. Bakugo, what seems to be the problem? What is this liquid?" I hurry back to the scene, paper towels clenched into my hand. The guy goes to my ear and whispers. "Did you pee yourself? Do you need to go to the office for an extra skirt?" I almost fall over. "N-No!! It's just my stupid quirk.. I'm fine." The guy introduces himself to me, bows, and walks away. I look at Bakugo. "I'm so sorry, I might need to spray that white part of your shirt with a special cleaner if you want it to come out, I'm sorry, seriously, I didn't mean to, it just happens.." He looks at me, and does this weird hasty laugh, then looks at me seriously. "Grab that special cleaner."
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After I clean him up, he grabs my sleeve before I can walk off to find the teacher. "What exactly IS your quirk, anyway?" I find myself flabbergasted, blushing for some odd reason. I make sure my fingertips and palms are clenched so no colors can come out. When I'm anxious they tend to leak, since I'm still not in full control over it, since I'm 5 years behind everyone. "Oh, it's um.. it's colors. Nothing special, really.. just that I can shoot colors out of my hands and stuff.." Bakugo looks oddly, intrigued? He puts his feet back on the desk and puts his hands behind his head again. "That's cool. It sort of reminds me of.." He suddenly stops talking. His eyes go directly to the doorway, and this green-haired guy walks in. Doesn't look like much. Bakugo's hands start doing the firework thing again. I look at him and try to calm him down, but it's no use. He jumps up out of his seat, and I catch it with a color bubble before it can fall. He pins this kid to the wall. "HOW DID YOU GET IN, DEKU?!"

Author's note: I hope you're enjoying it! I hope these aren't too long 😅