Maybe Change is Good

Chapter 5

How long had he been here? Two months, maybe three? Bakugou hadn't been keeping track of all the training and lack of, well, ever leaving this hell of a school. It was easy to forget the time and dates.

That woman, who he now referred to as Oya, had taken up the task of being his trainer. Something the red-eyed boy had learned to just get over. Not like he had much say in it anyway.

The training wasn't all bad on the surface. She hadn't taken out the time to speak about his failures like before, instead, she'd say small reminders of All Might's retirement when he failed to meet up with a certain standard. Or how he could still easily get kidnapped if he didn't step up his game. Plenty of time he almost snapped at her. Almost. But the woman's icy glare always had him shutting up and going along with whatever she threw.

It was all he could do after all.

On a brighter note, he could tell he was finally gaining the supervisor's trust. There were less peering eyes from said adults, the random visits to both his and Dante's room had ceased, and he was even allowed to spar with some of his peers in his class. About time if you asked him.
Sitting around and watching his classmates fight, while he watched on the sidelines and wait for his session, was starting to get to him.

In his time there, he had also been trying to keep tabs on the kids at U.A. After one night of trying to recall the names of his peers and coming up empty half-way through, he decided it would be best to at least try and remember them. The thought of almost forgetting every single one of their names, let him know how draining this place had made him. He was lucky he at least remembered the stupid— yet well-fitting —nicknames he had given, as well as having some f Dante's odd infatuation with the school and those in it.

It was especially easy since Dante actually had his phone, having long since gained the adult's trust. So stalking, as Dante put it, was easy. It almost hurt to see the others be out in the world, actually fighting villains instead of made up, virtual ones. Or see them get their internships with actual heroes.

If Bakugou was honest, he didn't even know if the people here were heroes. He just knew they had quirks and was able to make up some stupidly secret school that only allowed certain people in.

The way they ran it was smart. Any hero school that was almost impossible to get into had a good rep. Even if people didn't know what was happening on the inside, they would still want their kids to go just because it seemed elite. And it especially didn't help to know that the second-ranked hero had come from these walls as well.

If Bakugou wanted anything, it would be to speak to Hawks. Just to know why he had been here, when he had been here and why he never spoke about it. Everyone knew Hawks never went to U.A, and that raised suspicion but he wouldn't have thought he came here. And the only reason he found out was that the lovely Oya had run her mouth too much while training one day.
He didn't even react to the statement at first, too busy trying to prove her wrong about the shit she spat at him. But when he was on his way back to the dorms it finally clicked.

"The fuck do you mean you already knew?!"

From the other side of the room, where Dante sat at the only desk in the square off room, a look of confusion passed over his face. "I mean that I already knew..? Pretty much everyone who has been here for at least a good year or two knows that. You start catching onto things ya' know? Like uh, remember how Mr. Core mentioned to that one girl with wings that they're the easiest to train because of past experience? As far as I'm concerned, I've never come across any hero before Hawks with his quirk. So who else could he have been talking about?" He simply shrugged, turning back to face the worksheet on his desk.