Pulp Friction (Male Reader x BNHA)

Misirlou

I tapped my foot against the ground impatiently, playing with my brown hair out of boredom for my class. My teacher caught my attention when he brought up students who wanted to get into U.A. "Katsuki Bakugo," Katsuki grinned a prideful smile, "and Enjo Mokuteki", Bakugo swung his head around at me with an angry scowl.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and remained more calm than I expected. "You won't get in Enjo." He told me, condescendingly. "Not with a Quirk like your's. Especially compared to one like mine. Why would U.A. pick you over me?"

"Maybe they'd pick us both." I suggested, quietly, as he continued to glare at me furiously, before scoffing and turning back around. He was usually more friendly to me, but he'd lately been a lot more rude.

"Oh yeah, Midoriya, too." Our teacher added, as the room went silent, before everyone began laughing hysterically, including myself.

He was Quirkless. He could be a hero, if he had a half-average Quirk, he probably could be a great hero. He has incredible determination and intelligence, but he just doesn't know when to stop. "There's a few kids in other homerooms that want to go to U.A., too. So make sure to greet them at the entrance exam."

After school ended, I waited outside of school for Katsuki, looking on my phone. He eventually walked out. "Oi, Enjo." He greeted in his normal tone.

"Hey." I responded, casually, putting my phone away, swinging by bag over my shoulder, and smiling at him. "You excited for the U.A. entrance exams?" I asked him, and he nodded with a determined smile, which rarely showed.

"Not so much excited as much as impatient," He responded cockily, "I know I'm going to get in, after all," He told me with incredible confidence, "I dunno about you, though. You're Quirk is pretty situational. I mean, no offense, but making weird things happen with animals and plants isn't exactly applicable to every fight."

"Neither is merciless, sweat and anger fueled explosions." I replied, glancing at him to see his reaction, because they were usually funny. He took things very personally most of the time, which made it fun teasing him (when you were friends, at least).

He huffed, though he kept his confident expression. "See, thats just a lie. And, I'm sorry," he began in a mocking tone, "I know how offended you get when I oversimplify your Quirk. 'Manipulation of life force.' Its so weird."

I began reciting the definition of my Quirk. "Creating life out of nonliving things upon contact with my skin, the organism created corresponding with the properties of the previously nonliving thing."

Katsuki laughed. "You're such a nerd. Memorizing your Quirk definition," he laughed at me.

"Do you not? I bet Midoriya knows how your Quirk works better than you do," I joked, as he instantly got mad at the mention of Midoriya.

"Can you believe that shit-head thinks he can even get past filling out the forms for going to U.A.? Its insulting he thinks he's on the same level as me." He began angrily, as I regretted my choice to bring up Midoriya at all.

I was about to respond, but a couple of Katsuki's goons approached us. "Bakugo! We were looking for you! We wanted to know if you wanted to go to the arcade. Or sneak into the bar."

Katsuki went into a rant about how that was a bad idea because than U.A. wouldn't let him in. Katsuki's phone buzzed and, upon looking at it, he sighed. "My mom is being a bitch again. I gotta go."

His friend with long hair commented, "Dude your mom's hot." Katsuki glared at him, before walking off.

His other two friends also walked off, though I hear them say a name that sounded familiar. My curiosity got the best of me and I began to stealthily follow them. I trailed behind them about 10 meters, eventually hearing very angry speaking from one of them.