The classroom door slammed open like it had personally offended Bakugo.

"OI, NERD!"

I jolted so hard I nearly fell out of my seat. A perfectly good notebook—full of my totally normal and not at all suspicious scribbles—went flying off my desk.

"Jesus—Kacchan!" I yelped. "Ever heard of knocking?!"

Bakugo ignored me, his angry, explosive energy saturating the room as he stomped in like a rabid raccoon with a personal vendetta. His sharp, suspicious eyes darted between me and Todoroki, who was sitting next to me, calmly minding his own business, like he wasn't the reason Bakugo was about to have an aneurysm.

"What the f* is this?!**" Bakugo snarled, pointing between us like he had caught us in some heinous crime.

Todoroki blinked, setting his pencil down. "What's what?"

"Don't play dumb, Half-and-Half!" Bakugo growled. "You two have been sneaking off together, whispering, and acting all sus as hell."

I sighed. "Kacchan, we literally just sit and talk."

"BULLSH*T." He stomped closer, jabbing a finger at Todoroki. "You're one of them now, aren't you?!"

Todoroki blinked again. "...One of who?"

"THE DAMN MAGICAL GIRL FREAKSHOW!" Bakugo threw his hands up, exasperated. "You let Deku brainwash you with his stupid sparkly bullsh*t?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Todoroki, in typical Todoroki fashion, remained unbothered. "First of all," he said, tilting his head, "it's not a cult."

"YET!"

I huffed. "First of all, rude. Second, Todoroki has free will, Kacchan."

Bakugo sneered. "If he had free will, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing your dumbass frilly—"

I slapped a hand on his shoulder.

"Princess Explosia, transform!"

The world exploded into blinding light and glitter.

Todoroki didn't even flinch—he was used to it by now—but Bakugo?

Bakugo screamed.

Bakugo's scream wasn't just any scream. It was the kind of primal, rage-filled, existential crisis scream that echoed through the halls and made several students stop and look around like a murder was happening.

And honestly? Fair reaction.

Because when the light died down... there he was.

Katsuki Bakugo. In a tutu.

It was a masterpiece of an outfit. 

Perfection.

Bakugo froze, eyes wide, hands trembling as he processed what had just happened.

Todoroki, staring at him with a completely blank expression, slowly nodded. "Huh. It really is a tutu."

Bakugo snapped.

"WHAT THE F*CK, DEKU?!" he bellowed, fists sparking as he lunged at me. "CHANGE ME BACK RIGHT NOW BEFORE I—"

I dodged, barely, flipping over a desk as he tried to explode me.

"Okay—first of all," I panted, throwing my hands up, "this is entirely your fault!"

"HOW THE HELL IS THIS MY FAULT?!"

"You insulted the team outfit, Kacchan! Actions have consequences!"

Todoroki hummed. "You did say 'caught dead in a tutu.'"

Bakugo turned to him, seething. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SMART ONE!"

Todoroki shrugged. "Am I?"

Bakugo roared and tried to explode me again.

I dodged again.

"Kacchan, stop! You're getting glitter everywhere!" I wheezed, ducking behind a chair as he absolutely destroyed the poor desk I had just been standing on.

"GOOD! MAYBE I CAN BLOW UP THE CURSED SPARKLES OFF ME!"

SLAM.

The classroom door swung open.

"WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"

Oh.

Aizawa.

Perfect.

The entire room froze.

Bakugo—dressed like a goddamn magical princess warrior—stood in the middle of the wreckage, mid-explosion, eyes wide with horror.

Todoroki sat calmly in his seat, watching the chaos unfold like it was a mildly interesting documentary.

And me?

I was crouched behind a chair, wheezing, trying so hard not to die laughing.

Aizawa stared.

Slowly. Slowly. He dragged a hand down his face, muttering so many regrets under his breath.

Then, in the most exhausted voice I've ever heard, he asked:

"Midoriya. Why is Bakugo in a tutu?"

Silence.

I opened my mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again.

Todoroki, ever helpful, added, "It's a transformation thing."

Aizawa blinked. Stared at Bakugo. Then at me.

Then, finally, he sighed.

"...Kids these days..... get him fixed and to see Hound Dog."

Just like that Aizawa turned around and left us alone in the room... for now it was just us because we were here quite early but still.... shouldn't he worry more?

Bakugo, shaking with suppressed rage, grabbed the front of my uniform. "FIX IT RIGHT F*CKING NOW."

I clapped a hand to his shoulder.

"Fine.... Explosia revert."

POOF.

And just like that—he was back in his normal uniform.

Bakugo immediately checked his reflection in the window, still twitching. The second he confirmed he was no longer magical, he exhaled and—

Tried to punch me.

I dodged. Again.

All of the sudden we could hear Aizawas words... he was definitely outside the classroom door not wanting to deal with any of this and heading to get a coffee but non the less he could hear the explosions and so he called out to us....not really seeing what is going on. "If you two don't stop this, I'm putting you both in detention."

That shut us up.

Mostly.

Bakugo was still seething, fuming, sending me a death glare that could've set the room on fire.

And me?

I just smiled.