𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ʙɴʜᴀ

four

THE BUILDING IN FRONT BAKUGOU KATSUKI towered over him, making his nerves worse than they already were. He walked closer to the steps, before he was stopped by a rather high-pitched voice.

"Hey!"

Bakugou turned around to see the girl from the entrance exam panting heavily next to him. He raised his eyebrows at her but said nothing.

"Hey, you're the guy who saved me during the exam! I wanted to thank you again for that. Oh, I'm Uraraka Ochacho, by the way! Nice to meet you," the girl rambled, her fingers twisting each other seemingly due to nerves.

She's sweet. Deku would've liked her, Katsuki decided.

The ash-blond nodded, and he realized the girl was waiting for a verbal response. He always felt awkward in these situations. Surprisingly, she didn't question it. Instead she asked if he was in class 1-A, too. He nodded again.

She shrieked gleefully, a bright smile that reminded him a bit of Izuku's playing on her lips. She demanded that they walk there together and he shrugged, which was basically a yes. Well, at least she took it as one because one second he was standing still and then he next he was being dragged by the short girl into the school.

A year ago, Katsuki would've exploded her arm off. But now, he simply let himself be dragged. Because it reminded him of the old days, when Katsuki would drag Deku around. Fuck, he missed that nerd. He missed him so much.

When they made it to the classroom, Uraraka ran inside, making Katsuki follow right behind her. Immediately, they were greeted by a blue-haired male with glasses.

"Hello, I'm Tenya Iida and I realize now that you are far superior than I had believed you to be. You realized the trick during the exam, amazing!" Iida exclaimed, his hands going up and down in a rapid pace.

Bakugou gave a tight-lipped smile and Uraraka introduced herself to him. He slipped his wrist from her grasp and sat in his assigned seat, right next to the window, second row. He liked to think that if Izuku had gotten into U.A, he would be sitting behind him, annoying him with his damn muttering about how cool this school is. If he closed his eyes hard enough, he could almost hear it.

"Eight seconds,"

A voice snapped him from his thinking.

"Eight seconds is how long it took for you to stop talking." In the front of the classroom stood a hobo-looking man with long, black greasy hair. He looked exhausted, if the dark bags circling his eyes were anything to go by. Like a caterpillar, he slowly got out of a mustard yellow sleeping bag. For some reason, the man seemed familiar to Bakugou, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"If you're here to socialize, you can leave now. I'm Aizawa Shouta and I'll be your teacher this year. Now go put these gym clothes on and meet me outside," the man announced before walking out the room.