Internships. Ever since the Provisional Licensing Exam it was required for all students in the hero courses to be taking up internships on a regular. Internships for those who have passed the exam that is. Those who have failed their exam must take up remedial courses in order to prepare for a once in a lifetime provisional re-take. Only two students in class 1-A have failed their exams and dedicate their free time to their remedial classes, until today. One particular blonde has a change of plans, he just needs to pull through and open up the correct path.

"That's out of the question," Mr. Aizawa turned down his student's plea to withdraw from the remedial program without a thought. Bakugou was put into remedial program in order to catch up to his classmates, no sense in steering off the right path.

"You didn't even let me finish!" Bakugou snapped back in response, greatly irritated by his elder's ignorance.

"You cannot withdraw from your remedial classes," Aizawa practically repeated himself, his eyes of steel narrowing at the blonde for a gaze that spoke a million words of disapproval without the need to part his lips. "It's bad enough you went out and fought the leader of the Eightfold Cleansers without your Provisional Licence," Strike number one Bakugou. "I'm taking all the blame right now so I suggest you shape up and finish up your classes," Bakugou fumed in his own anger, which isn't irregular, however without his heroic prowess to scare off Overhaul, leader of the Eightfold Cleansers, just last week, many people out there would be dead or maybe even worse!

A great example would be yourself, the one hero who was daring enough to face Overhaul in the flesh. If Bakugou hadn't invited himself onto the scene, you would've been shot with one of his bullets, blackmarket concoctions that nullifies and erases quirks temporarily maybe even for indefinitely. You may immortal from physical danger, but if even one bullet had grazed your skin, you wouldn't be able to come back. Now how can Aizawa say that what Bakugou had done was wrong? He's kept a hero from visiting the grave!

Options wearing thin, "I was offered to mentor with a hero, don't make me decline this opportunity," Bakugou remained level headed for a change, he understood that what he was asking of his teacher is rather unreasonable, yes, he does need his Provisional Licence, but this mentorship holds more importance than such in Bakugou's mind.

Aizawa reacted to Bakugou's statement, folding his arms across his chest. "And who exactly offered to mentor you? I remember Best Jeanist offering you that internship last semester all to prove a point that you're desperate," Aizawa just had to point that out...

Bakugou tensed up, a vein popping from his forehead. "Living Corpse," Bakugou spoke of your professional name with annoyance. He couldn't believe he was arguing so in depth with his teacher.

"Oh," Aizawa perked up, his sleepy gaze that now came off to be inviting, interested in the matter. "Of course she would offer to mentor you," he spoke his mind nearly in awe.

"What's that supposed to mean!" Bakugou retaliates with a deep growl.

"Nothing bad," the teacher reassured. "You just remind me of (Y/n) back when she was a first year in my class just like you," Aizawa remembers you well. As if you were still in his class, even though it's been nearly three years since. You got straights A's, blew up whenever you lost a few points, bargaining to get said points back, stayed after class and trained until you dropped, the only problem he had with you was the constant reminder he gave whenever your language grew too vulgar even for a man who normally couldn't care. Besides that one flaw, you were a student he could never forget.

"Well," Bakugou cleared his throat, pushing on the subject further. "Can I mentor with Corpse instead of remedial?"

"No."

"Come on!!!" Bakugou explodes once again.

"(Y/n) isn't a pro, you can't mentor under her," Aizawa would love for Bakugou to take on after one of his best students, but in reality your destructive behavior would only do more bad than good for the hero overwhelmed with pride.

Bakugou refused to give in so easily, "Corpse used to be in the Big Three and she doesn't do internships like them!" The blonde points out as you in fact don't partake in internships unlike Toogata, Nejire, and Amajiki and is allowed to act in the public eyes as if you're a pro hero. Why can't you mentor him? You sound perfectly capable.

"(Y/n) doesn't do internships cause nobody will take her," Aizawa informed his student of the unfortunate news. You might be at the top ranks, but nobody wants to be affiliated with a destructive troublemaker.

"God damn it!" Bakugou cursed

"However I am willing to make a exception," Aizawa held up his index finger. "Care to listen?"

Without a moment of hesitation, Bakugou smirked. "Hell yeah!"

"If you fail your License re-take, I will kick you out of my class myself," Aizawa practically told Bakugou that he can do whatever he pleases. "I can exclude you from remedial lessons to train under Living Corpse, I know for a fact (Y/n) will whip you into shape. Bakugou, are you willing to wager your enrolment here in UA to mentor under a controversial hero in the making?" What was the point of asking, the elder already knew the answer foretold.

Bakugou didn't hesitate and wore a wicked smile, "I'm passing that exam, don't make me laugh!"

"We'll see," Aizawa believed Bakugou, under the right training, can shape him to be a better hero and pass his exam. You might be a reckless hero with a mouth that lie cursed to forever remained vulgar, but you're still one of the best heroes Aizawa had the pleasure of teaching.

With that, Bakugou sped to the class dormitory to retrieve his hero uniform for the long day of training ahead. "Bakugou hurry up!" Todoroki snapped at the first sight of the explosive blonde, the case withholding his heroic uniform at hand. "We'll be late for remedial-"

"Then leave!" Bakugou demanded wearing an elevated smile, almost unable to remain still for more than a second. "I'm no longer in the hole! A Pro is taking me in! So long Half n' Half Bastard!""

"What!?" His classmates gasped, gathering around the boys.

"Who are you interning for?" Midoriya couldn't help but to ask his rival. They might be rivals but that doesn't mean he can't be supportive.

"Living Corpse," the blonde smirked. Nearly everyone was in awe as they're well aware that you're a Pro despite your status as a student. The current Big Three speak lively of you to the class. "She was impressed with how I almost caught the leader of the Eightfold Cleansers," you can hear the arrogance in Bakugou's voice, but they all understood that he must be pretty excited overall which was a nice change in pace. "(Y/n) begged me to mentor under her, that's where I'm going right now."

"I do remember her asking you about that!" Kirishima exclaimed, thinking back to last week after the fight with Overhaul was said and done. You were stark naked after coming back from the dead, using Bakugou's backside to hide your nude form from public eyes. It brought a small blush to his cheeks just thinking of such.

"And how exactly did Aizawa agree to this?" Todoroki had his doubts, assuming Bakugou was ditching his remedial lessons.

"The Corpse is one of his favorite former students," Bakugou recalled lightly. "Besides we made a bet."

"A bet?" Kirishima cocked his head.

"Yeah," Bakugou snickered. "I can mentor with the Corpse as long as I pass my Re-Take."

"But you haven't taken it yet," Todoroki glared at the blonde.

"As long as I pass I can do whatever I like, if not, I'm expelled but I know I can't fail twice."

"Quite arrogant of you to assume so," Todoroki tuts.

"Why would you bet your enrollment in UA just for a mentorship!?" Midoriya gasped.

"Cause I won't fail," Bakugou growled in annoyance. "Y'know what? Screw you all I'm out of here!!!" Before anyone can comment, Bakugou stomped away to his dorm without looking back, all to grab his hero uniform and leave to meet his new mentor in the flesh. It took some searching, but more seniors pointed you in the direction of the current Big Three's hang out where you were indeed found chatting it up with Neijire. It was different, seeing you in casual clothes instead of naked or in a skin tight uniform that conceal your identity. Bakugou began to assume you had no clue about today's lesson.

"Bakugou!" You exclaimed, watching the blonde in uniform trudge on up to your group of friends.

"You're training me, starting right now," Bakugou directed, catching the attention of your fellow classmates.

You blinked in shock, "We're starting right now?" Your mind couldn't focus all that well the second your blonde protege nodded his head wearing a blank expression as if you were a mile behind him. "I'm thrilled that you accepted my offer but this was sudden..." Heck you didn't plan anything, have your uniform, or any weapons on hand.

"Do whatever it takes to make me pass my Provisional Licence Exam..." Which won't be easy, the only reason why he failed in the first place is due to the fact he was hospitable and like a true hero when it came down to the search and rescue part of the exam. He refused to save victims who had nothing more than a scratch or two who were perfectly capable of helping themselves, mainly focussing on individuals who needed more aid that had broken bones and head injuries. This flaw costed him the entire exam...

Bakugou's one and only request was one you could hardly help with, "(Y/n) just barely passed that exam by one point," Mirio points out without thinking.

"Because once again... My potty mouth gets way too out of hand," yet you haven't sworn once today.

"Fucking man up and tell me how to pass!!!"

"Well," you sighed. "Mirio, Neijiro, Tamaki, you already know Bakugou but he's my new apprentice. And it looks like we're working with your manners," you were hesitant to smile, hesitant to laugh, but it all came out anyways. You were well aware that you're the last person to be teaching etiquette. But at times like this, you can put away your demons and be polite. You're the fearless immortal, Living Corpse, you risk your life so others can live. Today you'll help an underclassman become a well tempered hero.

"We'll leave you to it! I have to see Sir Nighteye," Mirio ran off.

"I'm trying to avoid Fat..." Tamaki sighed, he's such an anxiety ridden boy. "I don't like his hugs all that much..." Tamaki and the agua haired lady escorted themselves from the scene leaving just you and your little apprentice.

"Go on and take off your uniform Bakugou, you hummed, feeling out of place since you aren't in uniform. "No physical training today, just manners. Unless you'd like a lesson while we patrol or something?"

"I don't really care..." Bakugou huffed.

"Patrolling it is," you quickly got your uniform and made way for the city. Ever since you entered the city, Bakugou has been on edge and not focussing all that well to your words of wisdom. Yeah you don't even listen to your own advice, but if Bakugou wishes to get his hero license then he needs to pay a little bit of damn attention. "Are you even listening to me?" You asked after your patience was tested.

"Take off your damn mask," the blonde demanded with a distasteful glare.

"And why should I?" You cocked a brow.

"You look like a villain I can't stand..." Twice was his name, the dual personality self multiplying villain of the League of Villains. His dual personalities led to self indulgent arguments with his own self, idiotic comments, and it got rather confusing when you spoke to him. Nobody knew which personality they were talking to because they switched themselves up every few seconds. Bakugou's little time with the League gave him a few off handed experiences with the man in the form fitting suit.

"I guess I can take this off," you heeded Bakugou's wish, pulling the tight cloth from over your head and allowed your face to be sat out on display.

Bakugou preferred your beautiful scar ridden face over that form fitting mask tenfold. Bakugou couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the scars on your face and body felt fitting, almost ungodly beautiful as they presented your strength and hardships life had thrown at you. It was just that much better that you were the one female hero that Bakugou appreciated and looked up to besides All Might and now you're his mentor. Bakugou's feeling were all mixed up into a frenzy, he's mixing up his respect and appreciation towards you into a growing physical and mental want for you to love him. This is no more than teacher and student, a healthy strong relationship, I don't like her that way...

"Bakugou is this better?" You've asked for the fifteenth time, Bakugou snapped out of his mental trance at about this time. He nods an affirmative but you thought the opposite. "Bakugou I'm not gonna help you pass your exam if you won't listen to me-"

"Can we fight or something?" Bakugou requested out of the blue, his tone came out as puzzled and tortured.

"I told you we need to work on your manners," you frowned.

"I understand," Bakugou huffed. "I can't focus so your lesson is going to waste..."

You've noticed that ever since Bakugou had revealed the news that he's accepting your offer to mentor him that he's been acting off, distant. "Something bothering you or?" You asked with concern. "Are you pissed? Will a match get your head out of your ass or do you just need to blow some shit up?" And your potty mouth has returned! You punched yourself in the stomach happily, yet you didn't feel a thing. "I'm a human punching bag after all!"

"Let's do it bitch!" Bakugou wore an evil grimace, holding his arms out and held his hands in a defensive way, palms sparking up a storm. You shrugged in response, taking out your least lethal gun from the holster of your arsenal of weapons which turns out to be a mini bb gun. You kept it around for the reason of creating false fear in your opponents. The gun was black, held in one hand, and practically mimicked that of a police officer's pistol or magnum, nine times out of ten breakers of the law give in assuming it was a weapon that could steal their life.

"Speak your last words Katsuki," you hummed, taking your first shot. Bakugou paused for a second, finding it weird how silent your handgun sounded, yet he dodged out of the way in time despite never seeing a bullet.

Bakugou growled, "Are you shooting blanks bitch!?" He demanded an answer.

"I'm not," you admit. "But since we're fighting in public I can't use real bullets that can kill," hate to see someone get caught up in this mess...

Bakugou couldn't fight with your safety precaution, the only problem he had was that he couldn't see nor feel your bullets resulting in his assumption that you were shooting blanks. Despite this, you shot bullets, reloading occasionally, safe to say Bakugou can enter a gun fight without a gun and come out unscathed. The blonde couldn't get any foot ground, your bullets coming in every half second, nothing more nothing less. All dodging, no attacking. The boy was had, and you very well noticed his feat. You lowered your gun, putting your barrage of bullets on hold.

Bakugou was hunched over, hands upon his bent knees keeping himself propped upright and heaving with exhaustion. He lifted his head all so slowly, his orbs of crimson narrowing on your form with a sparking hatred. "I didn't agree to let you use me as a shooting target!" He snapped baring his teeth. "Quit being a damn pussy and fight me for real!"

"Bakugou you don't understand-"

"C'mon (Y/n) fight me!" Bakugou kicked out from his spot, his hands held out to his sides with palms sparking up with orange and reds. This boy wasn't joking, he's out for blood. His eyes were cunning, cold like a snake, thirst of a shark drawn into his deceased prey, at least that's what you'll be here in a second. You braced yourself, gripping your hands into a fist, digging one heel into the ground as you swung one leg out from the side. Bakugou jumped within the air, his hands ignited. His position estimate just perfectly as your boot clashed with his ribcage throwing him to ground into a coughing hit.

You peered over the boy, pleased with your accomplishment yet guilty cause you knew for a fact you'd win as Bakugou was like a moth to a frog, easy prey. "I'm more than just guns and flare Bakugou," you finally spoke, squatting down before him and lied a hand upon his ribcage. Bakugou froze, stunned by your touch. "I don't feel any breaks so you should be fine," yes, one of your major fields of study here at UA was anatomy. Since you technically can't die or retain pain, you spend free time researching the many ways a human can be injured be it sickness or physical pain out of pure curiosity alone.

"You gotta teach me that," Bakugou coughed, his left lung on fire.

"I can... But I won't," you tut standing up and offered your apprentice a hand.

"Why the fuck can't you?" Bakugou smacked your hand away from him. He would have accepted it, if you wouldn't have declined his request in the first place.

"Have you forgotten what I wanted to teach you today?" You threw back into his face with much attitude. Agreeing to take on Bakugou was probably one of your worst decisions yet. Bakugou remembered back to earlier with reluctance, then dragged one hand down his face with realization. "Yeah," you watch with amusement. "What do you gotta say now?"

"Can you please... Teach me how to fight like you?" Manners. Bakugou finally understood the importance of manners. With manners people feel more welcomed to do things for you. Like right now, without a please or thank you you'd decline him right on the spot.

"There you go," you offered your hand to the blonde once again. "Now get your ass up, time to teach you a lesson." With Bakugou finally cooling his temper enough to learn some manners, take some notes and train in the art of hand to hand combat from right after school until dusk, Bakugou passed his Provisional Licensing exam with nearly all of his points.

Bakugou called you up, asking for you to meet up with him at his class dormitory where he sat in the lounge being hopelessly annoyed by his posse of closely knit friends. You invited yourself in of course, some geeked out with the thrill of meeting a pro student face to face while others remained oblivious. You ruffled Bakugou's head of rough blonde hair, he didn't really react, more he glanced backwards at you from behind the couch and held up a wrinkled piece of paper. You took the paper in your possession, reading it over, and lit up with delight. "Oh my god Bakugou!" You squealed. "I nearly failed my exam but you got an even higher score than Mirio! I'm so proud of you!" You lurched out and embraced Bakugou by the head and neck. He looked bored as your hugs became a normal over the last few weeks, but your enthusiasm towards his achievement felt like another achievement in itself.

"Nice to see you again (Y/n)," Kirishima grinned sheepishly.

"I mean you saw me naked the last time so I'm sure you're happy to see me," you were referring to his little friend in the basement, luckily everyone else remained oblivious. You turned back to Bakugou. "let's celebrate your achievement Bakugou. I'll teach you next to anything without complaint!" Cause over the last few weeks during training sessions you both had went after robbers and petty terrorists who ran the streets, you've executed moves that can easily kill if you're inexperienced like pressure points and restrictive positions and holds on the body. Bakugou has been pestering you to teach him those techniques but you've refused each and every time.

Bakugou thought about your offer very carefully, he'll be able to pick from a vast array of combat knowledge in your brain. Don't mess this once in a lifetime chance up. "Be my girlfriend," Bakugou asked casually. "That's the only thing I want from you at the moment."

"Cocky little shit," you were amazed to say the least.

"You're so manly Bakubro!" Kirishima cheered.

"But isn't it a little weird to date a senior when we're only freshmen?" Kaminari suggested, even though he wouldn't give a damn. If a smoking hot senior like you was open to dating underclassmen, he'd jump for the opportunity just like his Bakubro!

You hummed, awaiting Bakugou to answer. "I don't give a shit..." Bakugou tuts. "You're mine bitch."

"You can't just talk to women like that..." Kirishima frowned.

"I really don't care," you snickered. "I talk like that and so does he. It works both ways."

"You like being called degrading names?" Kaminari tilted his head.

"Oh I don't," you reassured, arms loosely hung from Bakugou's neck. "But I know Bakugou means well. I'm sure 'I hate you' means 'I love you' in his book. I know it does in mine!"

"Is that why you and Aizawa tend to throw names at each other?" Kirishima couldn't help but to assume since just the other day you visited your old teacher and you called him an old prick while he called you a little shit in return yet the both of you smiled at one another.

"Pretty much," you agreed with the red headed wonder. "But yeah, I'm your girlfriend now Bakugou, but that doesn't mean I'll go easier on ya," you ruffled his hair once again. For some odd reason this was addicting and Bakugou doesn't seem to mind.

"Go harder on me for all I care," Bakugou threw back into your face. "I fuckin' tired of you using fake bullets on me. Use the real shit!!!"

"Okay I'm gonna make sure to shoot you in the dick," Kirishima and Kaminari yelped, instinctively grabbing at their crotches just imagining the pain of being shot down there. "You'll be begging for me to use the fake shit."

"Try me..." Bakugou hissed.

"This will be interesting," Midoriya stood to the sidelines, fearing the fact that Bakugou had found another half that matched his violent pride driven personality. "There's a partner for everyone..."