When you arrived to the park coordinates Bakugou sent you, he was already there stretching his body. For someone so brutal and aggressive in his fighting style, Bakugou was surprisingly flexible. He was wearing a black tank top that showcased all of his lean muscle and lightweight gray sweats for easy movement. You were clad in basic workout leggings and a light pink workout top with the back cut out.

After another healing from Recovery Girl and a nap, your back was feeling a lot better than it did yesterday. Every movement no longer hurt. You dropped into the splits, stretching your body after jogging here to warm up. Bakugou's eyes glanced at your stretch before scowling at your face.

"Bout time you got here wings." He huffed, not really getting mad since you were still earlier than the time you planned on. "We're going to work on the control of that fuckin' light crap, your wings are useless right now so if you wanna make me look better when I win, your quirk can't tire you out so damn fast."

"Ok, how do you plan on doing that?"

"I ain't fuckin' done, don't cut me off!" You "I'm goin' to attack and you can only defend with that shitty light crap. Your quirk is an extension of yourself so if we make you spam that shit, you will be able to use it a helluva lot longer. Also, you're going to show me that crap you used to pin shitty hair." It seemed like a good trade off. Bakugou had an unusually refined control over his emitter quirk, one that you were positive nobody else would have been able to control such a wild quirk. He might be the perfect person to teach you how to use your quirk for longer periods of time.

Aizawa taught you the control to manipulate it and now Bakugou will train you into putting it into practice so it is useful for more than a minute. Bakugou yanked you to your feet and got into position of attack, there were issues with his stance but that was something you would help him with later. A feral, bloodthirsty grin shadowed his features and his hands sparked up as he attacked, palms thrusting towards you and an explosion rocking the ground.

You put your hands up and a glowing shield came forth. The explosion shattered the light and you had no time before Bakugou was descending upon you with a right hook your brought your forearm to block, metal absorbing the brunt of the punch.

"Are you stupid? Don't fucking use anything but your damn quirk!" He propelled forward and used the explosive force from his hands to drive his heel down in an axe kick. Light surrounded you, encasing you in a box that took the force of his hit before it dissipated. Bakugou continuously attacked, his physical skill was purely raw self-taught talent but his quirk control was truly amazing. "Don't just block, attack me, use your light to test its creative limits! This ain't just for your benefit wings."

"You asked for it." You could feel the chill begin to creep through your cells, then a pulse of heat from your arm and it faded slightly. You had to push past this limit, it had barely been two minutes and you hadn't done anything big yet. When the fiery blonde tensed up for a punch, you focused on creating a giant hand, when his fist was about to hit your stomach, the translucent, glowing hand wrapped around his arm and you launched him backwards. He let a burst from his palm to right himself mid-air and he landed in a crouch, grinning. This was way more fun, he liked that fire that appeared when you knocked his ass back. Finally, a challenge, a way to push himself to get better.

"What the fuck was that, you been holding back wings?" Now that you had the clear to attack as well as defend, as long as it was with light only, things were much more fun. You found yourself laughing and enjoying the training with the hot head. He was fierce and his explosions had broken through a few times, leaving you some definite bruises. Bakugou was in the same state when you started to create more than just shields. He noticed the grace in which you moved, even at a disadvantage without using your skill set, you were a force to be reckoned with, a person he wanted to beat to make his way to the top.

You were both taking a breather, replenishing your fluids and you grabbed a calorie bar. You were covering your body with a heated blanket so you could warm up enough for another round. You were starting to feel the pain of your stitches as well so you took a heavy dosage of the pain killers, hopefully you wouldn't burn through them as fast.Those red orbs were scrutinizing you, trying to figure out something.

"You fight with your wings too right?" He narrowed his eyes on the bandaged appendages hanging limply from your back.

"Yeah, they hold more power and are more durable than the rest of my body..." The unamused look he gave was priceless. "Unless, you know, they were basically ripped from my spine by a fucking demon thing."

"Mhm, if you can't fight with your shitty wings, use your damn brain and make some. Use your fucking light to make wings and fight with them the same way until you don't look like a half-assed mummy." You let out a light laugh at his insults. You liked Bakugou's devotion to getting stronger, you weren't sure why he wanted to be a hero but you could respect the work he put in to make himself the best. He was willing to make you fight better just to use that make himself stronger as he was forced to change up his attack patterns more and more.

"That is actually pretty smart." You smirked, fighting without your wings was a disadvantage but if you could even barely replicate the attacks you used with the feathered appendages, even if you were unable to fly, it would be helpful and force you to have better control and stamina.

"No shit, I'm the one who thought of it." He raised his nose into the air, cocky pride dripping from his husky voice.

"The size of your ego is astounding." He shot a heated glare in your direction, jumping to his feet and his hands twitching in the want to smash your face in. Bakugou was a different type of emotional than anyone you had spent time around. Aizawa was a sarcastic ass and pretty apathetic at times, Hizashi was bright and happy, Kayama was...Kayama, Denki was goofy, Hatsume was insane, and Bakugou was...angrily passionate? At least you thought that was the right wording for his pride.

"Haah, the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Stand the fuck up so I can kick your ass." He ripped the blanket from your grasp and threw it to the side. You smoothly raised to your feet and got ready to keep training, this spamming method was rough but it was definitely helping your timing and creativity when defending yourself.

"Lets do this." With a bit of focus, you had began to weave the light from your body, forcing it to form around you and mould into your wings, it didn't attach to your skin and the light was more stiff than the real thing, but with a few practice strikes, they seemed like they would do the job.

"Keep those things to attack but that ain't shit. Make other constructs to fight while making sure those things don't fucking disappear. Using one type of thing at a time ain't nothin' special." He attacked, you sliced with a giant wing and he dodged, twisting to aim at your foot, you blocked it with a panel of light, feeling both constructs begin to waver and your muscles twitch at the strain.

You could see yourself improving the more you worked, you were tired and cold but there was definitely more versatility than just making a bunch of boxes or chains to fight and defend with. For someone so terrible with people, Bakugou was a fun person to train with. You could also see him getting better, even with the strain from his muscles, he was moving more fluid to attack and dodge your strikes, his eyes were picking up better on quicker attacks, and he was definitely using his agility more to his advantage than before. He was raw power and untapped skill, that and his brain made him a prodigy in his own right. If his grin had anything to say, he knew he was improving too.

After a particularly nasty blow you both landed, you slumped to the floor, body shivering and muscles trembling in a positive strain from your work. Bakugou was the same, panting heavily and his arms shaking from exhaustion. Most of your attacks weren't particularly big but spamming constructs and keeping wings active for as long as possible, you were tired. He was aggressive and seemed like the mindless type but even when attacking almost all out, he never directly went for your wings like other people would have. He genuinely wanted you to put up a fight for whenever you both got to go all out against one another—minus the intent to kill—and was ready to make sure it would be a hell of a battle.

Fighting Bakugou, you picked up one thing— other than his lack of training from anything other than self taught work— his explosions were either large and there to just cause harm or they were extremely large and powerful. He could use them in a variety of impressive ways but the versatility of the explosions themselves was lacking slightly.

"Bakugou."

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Your explosions are powerful for sure but they aren't suited for a hero." His face morphed into a nasty scowl and he was ready to explode...you decided maybe that wasn't the best wording. Hizashi said as a hero, when you help somebody don't expect anything in return but if they help you, you do the same. So you were going to give Bakugou an idea and see what he decided to do with it.

"Haah, what the fuck wings, you asshole, don't fucking look down on me. I'm going to be the best fucking hero!"

"Calm your ass for a second and listen before deciding to go berserk." You were amazed at how quick he was to get defensive and angry and wondered if you would have been like that with a different upbringing. 

"If you are in a situation where you need to clear debris or something, your explosions are helpful but if you can only clear one thing, something small, you could do more damage with it than good. Your explosions come from the entirety of your palm but what if you tried to condense the force into a single point, it would also increase your accuracy. You could destroy something smaller without everything around it, and it might be possible to keep the same force of a large one but when condensed that small, the power would be a lot more destructive. Its like throwing a basketball versus shooting a bullet if both were going to do the same thing. One would fuck up a large area, and damage around it and the other would destroy a single point, shooting through a surface the ball would just slam into, without harming the area around it."

His fury lessened and he furrowed his brows, gears turning in his head at the idea. He knew you had an advantage in combat strategy and hero training with your parents making you a killer and your guardian being an actual Pro-hero but he wasn't expecting this. Your entrance exam scores were shitty at best so he thought you were just a dumbass with no skill for anything but fighting and being weird but he was wrong...not that he would ever admit it. 

He'd been trying to find ways to improve his quirk, always focusing on making it bigger and more destructive but he didn't think of working on lessening the size to increase the force, it actual would be more helpful in becoming a hero and penetrating the armor of an enemy. Then he got angry again, no way was he going to thank you for that shit.

"You fucking extra, why the fuck did you fail your entrance exams, are you looking down on me?! Thinkin' you're better so you fucking pretended to fail like your shitty performance during the Quirk Apprehension Test?" He had your shirt gripped in his bruised fist, lifting you up to meet him at eye level as he yelled. Your body was so light he easily did it, he decided your light body and lack of physical strength was something he could use against you when he kicked your ass in the festival.

"What? I did fail, I mean, I wasn't the worst but...wait how did me failing make you think I am looking down on you. You're taller than me." You swung your feet for emphasis on how he was holding you above the ground.

"It's a fucking expression dumbass, don't play dumb." He was getting increasingly annoyed with you, you were still looking down on him, acting like you didn't understand even the most basic of things.

"Oh...well, I didn't know you so I'm not sure how my testing issues has anything to do with you." He growled, actually growled and you were struggling to understand why he was so angry, it made no sense.

"Because you fucking lied and pretended to be an idiot!" Your eyes were large and confused as they looked into his narrowed ruby red orbs. He dropped you, irritated with the doe-eyed confusion on your face. For someone who just fought like a badass, he was instantly reminded how small and totally nonthreatening you really looked.

"No, I just didn't understand a lot of the questions. The reading comprehension section made no sense, I didn't know how to answer the questions on why a character chose their actions and reactions." That wasn't a lie, he knew that much. Then everything made sense, your curiosity for people, why you had never played video games, why you failed the exams, why basic things were new and exciting.

You really were secluded not just from people and being a kid, but from understanding how emotions and decision making actually works in the real world. You failed not because you were dumb but because no matter how much people could explain emotions and decisions to you, you had to experience them to get it. He guessed everything you had learned about morality was coming from the heroes you were living with and the people you were friends with so some things like why a boy would get mad over something trivial, didn't always compute. It was why you always asked questions and eagerly assessed everyone's reactions to things.

Despite it all, you still had an interesting personality. You weren't blank or boring, you were expressive in a way that wasn't overly emotional, nice but not sweet, curious and daring, and had a snarky aura that sometimes reared its head. Bakugou liked that and you liked that you were finally figuring out who you were and who you wanted to become.

"You really are a fuckin' idiot you know that wings." You shrugged letting out a slight laugh at the statement, it held no real malice and you found his half-hearted insults fun. It was reminiscent of how Hizashi and Aizawa insulted one another.

"Yeah yeah, I'm an idiot and you're an aggressive egomaniac, how exciting." You responded dryly, lips in a goofy smirk. "Ready to learn some actual combat so you aren't just relying on reflexes and your quirk?" He wanted to defend himself but decided against it, you were right and he wasn't a big enough an idiot to not learn something to kick everyone else's asses.

"No shit, lets do this." You focused only on the basics, Bakugou was lean but he had a lot of strength behind his attacks so instead of focusing on his speed, which was fine enough, you worked only on techniques that would benefit from his strength, especially when he could power his attacks with an explosion. 

He worked on attacking, shifting his direction to amplify his attack, and how to dodge and not show off each movement before he made them. There really wasn't much you could show him in short time, that and you didn't really want to become some kind of teacher, so you gave him ideas and showed him how to do them, leaving him to find his own way to do it.

In hero training for preparation of the Sports festival, you worked more and more on spamming slight and manipulating it to be more diverse in your constructs, finding your limits and working to work around them. You were glad you accepted to train with the blonde, he was harsh and impatient but you were a fast doer and dealt as much...if not more...than what you took.

***

When class was finally out for the day, there was loud chattering outside the classroom. Uraraka opened the door and froze in her tracks, Izuku and Tenya both going pale as well. There were upwards of 40 students waiting outside classroom 1-A. None of them had all that friendly looks on their faces, the air seemed to be thick with tension.

"W-What are they here for?" Mineta, the person Kaminari made you promise to not accept anything from, asked looking up to the fiery blonde. Bakugou shoved his hands in his pocket looking completely unfazed by the mass of students. You looked around, most were intrigued by the kids waiting to see you but many also looked slightly intimidated. Kaminari being one of those who was just excited to see new people and Kirishima being one who was slightly intimidated but excited to see new people nonetheless. Todoroki looked uncaring and stoic as always, like they were nothing worth even looking at.

"Scopin' out the competition, duh, small fry. We're the ones who survived the villains and they wanna see the big deal before the Sports Festival. Don't matter much, they ain't nothing more than some shitty canon fodder." He stepped forward to leave the classroom, not wanting to be with anyone longer than necessary. "Fuck outta my way extra's."

"Bakubro, that's not manly at all. You can't try to leave now, we've got a whole mob of haters!" Kirishima chastised his friend, though he was impressed with how cool and collected he seemed even with all the competition.

"Yeah! They haven't done anything yet dude!" Kaminari shouted at the retreating ash blonde, he didn't need everyone hating them already.

"Why should I give a shit, they won't even be on my radar on my way to the top." Kirishima gripped his fist tightly, looking in watery awe at Bakugou's manliness. You snickered at the sight of the redhead being impressed by his blunt, prideful statement. Izuku looked torn, he had such high respect for Bakugou's skills but the green haired boy was worried about how that would affect the rest of them, especially himself since his quirk was one use before he'd be too hurt to continue. At the sight of your calm interest in the situation, Izuku felt himself relax slightly. Your quiet confidence reminded him of what you had told him in the hospital, when you said you believed in his goals.

"[Name], he's trying to get us all killed." Kaminari turned to you, slight panic in his golden orbs at the thought of everyone but your class attacking him.

"Really?" Bakugou snorted indignantly at the front, your wonder at him trying to kill you all was as stupidly dorky as ever.

"No but still! Calling them all extras is going to give us in 1-A a bad name, think of all the girls who won't talk to me just because Bakugou is an asshole." He muttered dejectedly, Kirishima shot him a look but said nothing.

"Most girls don't talk to you either way." You smiled in victory as Kaminari grasped his chest dramatically dropping to his knees

"You wound my soul Angel Face." Kirishima's sharp teeth were exposed as he grinned, letting out a happy laugh that made everyone around you guys feel lighter as well. The happy boy had some kind of power to be the bright light of 1-A, he wasn't a leader per-say but he sure as hell made people feel better and more confident in his presence.

"You sure are modest...are all of you the same as this one?" The boy with the lazy drawl stepped forward, his hair was a muted dark purple and his eyes were tired yet fueled with disdain.

"Huh!" Bakugou scowled at the tall General Studies student, the boy didn't even blink at the threatening posture the blonde was taking up.

"Gotta say, I'm a little disillusioned if this is what the hero course is offering. I guess us in general studies, the many of us who didn't make it in, are not the same as you. We don't hold ourselves with such pretentious superiority." Something about him reminded you of Aizawa. Maybe it was the way he talked about heroes or how he seemed to look so tired, but it was intriguing. You thought he definitely held some type of contentment for somebody or something, or maybe he was just done with Bakugou's ego.

"Hey! I'm from class 1-B, I was going to ask about the villains but after your show of arrogance...be ready to face off with all of us in the Festival!" The silver haired boy shouted aggressively, he was declaring a battle with class 1-A. You straightened up, fighting everyone was going to be fun.

A/N: Sorry for such a late update I was really not having motivation but then I read something that made me want to keep working on this! It gave me inspiration and I couldn't help but want to write some stuff for Bakugou, having a character like you is sure to change the story somewhat so I'm finally putting in some stuff like how if a trained killer were to work with other students, they would surely become stronger combat wise as well...Sports Festival up next and some more drama and budding romance will finally happen! Thank you for reading!