Aelous~ Bnha

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UA High - Two Weeks Later - 07.35 AM

Hiroto fiddled with his school bags straps as he walked, trying to calm his nervous self. Even if he had done this before, seeing so many familiar faces was going to be really hard.

He looked down on his uniform with worry. While he himself had wanted to go to school with an immaculate appearance, his brother had different ideas. Keigo had stuffed his blazer in his bag, firmly putting it away. He had styled Hiroto to look as if he was a delinquent really. His last two buttons were open, his tie hanged loosely on his neck and half part of his shirt wasn't tugged in. He hoped Aizawa wouldn't expel him just for this.

He went straight to the 1A classroom, not wanting to spend anymore time. He had a few whispering about him in the hallways already and didn't want to be the talk of the school yet.

He stopped abruptly in front of the large door, taking a deep breath. He placed his hand firmly on the handle, opening it with a sigh. A wave of nostalgia hit him as he was faced with the arguing Katuki and Iida. His face twisted a bit and he grimaced.

He made a beeline for his old seat, not even bothering to look at the others. Placing his head on the table, he tried to shut the voices up. Although it seemed impossible after a few seconds.

Hiroto felt his annoyance steadily climb the longer the bickering duo in front of him continued their nonsense, which showed no sign of abating. His clasped hands grew tighter, his eyelid twitching. Several tickmarks appeared over his head as his patience finally wore thin...and snapped.

"Has it not occurred to the both of you." Hiroto called towards the previously bickering duo, "That some of us want a peaceful start to the first day of school, and not have to listen to your unnecessary arguing?"

Iida looked scandalized at being told off but extremely apologetic, meanwhile Bakugou narrowed his eyes dangerously, "And who do you think you are, you fucking extra?"

"Me? I'm Hiroto, your classmate." he replied, leaning back and folding his arms "And who are you, by any chance?" he knew who he was of course, but was not about to show him that.

A tickmark appeared over the explosive blonde's head, "I'm Bakugou Katsuki, and you listen here, if you know what's good for you, stay out of my fucking way! You're nothing but a pebble in my way of becoming the number one hero!"

"Really," Hiroto raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "that's rich, coming from someone who just oozes with superiority complex."

Bakugou's eyes widened marginally at the remark. A literal growl escaped his clenched jaw, small explosions bursting from his palms, "What the fuck did you just say you extra?"

"You calling me extra is merely proving my point."

Hiroto speaking back was what burnt through the final bit of fuse on what was Bakugou's explosive ire. The explosions in his palms grew exponentially, as he shot up from his seat, knocking his chair backwards.

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A-"

Bakugou lunged for Hiroto, who merely sat still with his unimpressive, condescending stare. He raised a finger and a transparent wall formed itself in front of his attacker, who crushed into it. Just as Bakugou was about to lunge in once again, Aizawa appeared and restraint Bakugou with his scarf.

"First day of the year, and I already have to deal with problem children..." he muttered, "I'm not paid enough for this job."

The scarf retracted, unceremoniously dropping Bakugou mid-leap. Hiroto turned his gaze towards the owner of the scarf, just in time to see their long black hair fall to their shoulders and their eyes to lose their red glow.