Kirishima was late.

Again.

He was running at top speed now, spilling coffee and bagel crumbs in his path.

"$h!t $h!t $h!t, why do I have to late for this stupid class?!" His focus was on not dropping everything and praying his backpack won't unleash all the homework he had stuffed in there.

The sun was too bright for today and it was right in his eyes, 'dang it, I can't see anything'.

He didn't even see the shadowy figure until slamming into the person springing coffee on the figure and his bag actually exploded as it hit the floor.

"FCKING HECK IS FCKING WRONG WITH YA FCKING B#STRD!! YOU ALMOST FCKING RUINED MY CAMERA AND YA FCKING RUINED MY SHIRT!!! WHAT IN FCK-" The voice drowned in Kirishima's head, as he stared up at the towering blond figure yelling and screaming at him. The blond was wearing piercings on his ears, with an icy red glare that cut through Kirishima's own red eyes, the shirt the blonde was yelling about was a tight red and with the coffee stain that was making the shirt almost see through showed abs. 

Holy All Might, he's hot. Kirishima tried making eye contact but couldn't. This blond... seemed familiar. Really  familiar.

"Oi! $hitty Hair!! Watta looking at?! Eyes up here ya fcking b#strd!" Crap the blonde was noticing his staring. 

"Sorry!" Kirishima stood up gathering up his homework. The blonde growled as he watched Kirishima pick up some papers. He grabs a couple too and waits to give them to the flustered redhead.

"Again, really really sorry. Oh thanks," Kirishima takes the papers from the blond stuffing them in his backpack, "and I'm sorry about your shirt...uh here." Kirishima gives the annoyed blond his sweater, "Take this. And if we ever meet up again—"

"I'm not taking it ya idiot." The mysterious blond angrily started walking off, so Kirishima ran after him throwing the sweater on the blond's spiked hair. Running past him and shouting back,"If we run into each other just give it back to me! The names Kirishima!!!"

"Oi! $hit of hair get back here!! I don't want..your.." But Kirishima was already gone. Leaving him with the bright red and black sweater.

"Sweater."

/Bakugou POV/

What the heck am I going to do with this fcking sweater?

He grudgingly put the sweater on him and started walking towards the U.A College.

This will be fcking day.

(Its Me! Hope this was a good chapter, hopefully, but I know this isn't the best. However I would LOVE for you guy's comments and maybe some advice for the writing. I trust you guys enough to help me write this. 

So thank you and have a wonderful amazing day!!!! 😆😆)