(Song: Jon Billion - Guillotine)

Smol A/N:  This chapter is pretty much by the episode 'Rage, You Damn Nerd' in Season One. The next chapter will be a bit more creative and have more variety to it. Sorries! XD

Also, a quick fun fact: The word 'fucknuts' is my irl catchphrase. Thought I'd add it in here for some fun.

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(Y/N's P.O.V.)

"Holy fucknuts, he threw it over 700 meters! Did you see that, Blondie?!?" I ask, shaking his arm.

Bakugou doesn't respond. He instead closes his previously slack jaw and throws explosions across his palms, A look of raw hatred forming upon his face. Before I'm able to stop him from doing so, he takes off towards poor Izuku like a bull seeing red. "B-Bakugou!" I gasp sharply, nearly falling over from lack of something to lean on.

"Hey! Deku, you bastard, tell me how you did that or you're DEAD!" He roars. Izuku screams in terror as the angry blonde charges at him, frozen in place.

Light grey ribbons of fabric reach forwards and catch Bakugou before he reaches poor Izuku, stopping him in his tracks. He pulls against the binds with great force, trying his damnedest to break free of Aizawa's hold and get to Izuku (who looks as white as a ghost by this point). "Why... Why the hell is your damn scarf... So strong...?!" Bakugou asks Aizawa with a strained voice.

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and a special metal alloy," Aizawa explains darkly, almost no effort used in holding the boy back. "Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much! It gives me serious dry-eye."

"C'mon, Blondie, It's okay!" I yell, trying to calm him. Eventually, Bakugou stops the struggling and gives in, letting the fabric unravel and hanging his head.

"You're wasting my time. Whoever's next can step up." Aizawa steps to the side as Izuku runs out of Bakugou's way, heading back over to the safety of the crowd.

Well, that just happened...

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As we finish up the rest of our physical fitness tests, Mr. Aizawa gathers up the class in a small crowd. "Alright, time to give you your results," He says in a mundane tone. "I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already."

This is so bad, what if I'm in last place?! What if I have to get sent home on the first day, when I don't even have a chance? What if I fail them?

What if I fail her?

Mr. Aizawa pulls out his phone. "I'll just pull up the full list. It'll be easier than reading out each individual's score," He mumbles. Tapping a button on his phone, he pulls up a holographic screen image of the test scores. I hesitantly turn my head towards the picture, reading over every score and scanning for my name.

1 - Momo Yayorozu
2 - Shoto Todoroki
3 - Katsuki Bakugou
4 - Y/N L/N

I exhale quietly, placing a hand on my chest. "Still in the running..." I murmur, smiling. My eyes find their way back up to the screen, scanning back and forth across names. Upon reaching the number twenty-one, I freeze. Fuck... No, not... It can't be! He did so well!

21 - Izuku Midoriya

"Not Broccoli..." I murmur sadly, looking back at the boy. His head is hung in shame, messy green hair draped over his eyes like a blanket. His injured hand is clenched in a fist.

He looks ready to die.

"...And I was lying, no one is going home," Aizawa murmurs, turning off the screen.

Wait--What?!

The class stays frozen for a moment.

"That was just a rational deception, to make sure you gave it your all in the tests!" His mouth turns upwards in a creepy-looking expression of... Kindness? He looks like he may be trying to smile... Is that what that is? I can't tell...

"Whaaaaat?!" Izuku screams, the sound almost deafening to those who don't expect it.

"I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out," A girl to my right says sheepishly. Her black hair is tied in a big ponytail behind her head. "I'm sorry, I guess I should've said something."

Still shaken up a bit, I stumble over to Bakugou. Tapping his arm, I ask, "Uh... Did you-uh, know...?"

"Tch, 'course I did!" He spits defensively.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" I throw my hands into the air. He rolls his eyes and looks away. "Dork," I stick out my tongue and push at his upper arm.

"Alright, we're done for today. Pick up a syllabus in class and read through it by tomorrow morning," Aizawa instructs boredly, walking away.

"Well, that's a relief," I brush my hair back from my face. "Congrats, Blondie. You did great." I smile.

"'Course I did, dumbfuck," He scoffs, though I know he means nothing by it. He always has this tone when talking to me, like... A playful kind of thing. It's cute... My smile turns to a grin, and then a laugh.

"The hell're you laughing at?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. He scans me with red eyes, a look of playful disgust across his face.

"You're funny, you know that?" I ask, giggling. "Just a big ol' tsundere underneath it all!"

"A what?! The hell did you just call me?!" He roars, miniature explosions going off in his hands. "I am not a goddamn... Whatever the hell you just said!!" He growls angrily, stomping his foot.

"Whatever you say, Blondie!" I chuckle,  giving his forearm a light flick with my pointer finger and thumb. He growls, but says nothing more. "I gotta go get dressed. See you later!" I give a brief wave, skipping off to the back entrance of the school.

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As I emerge from U.A., I scan the small crowd for Bakugou. Huh, he must not be out yet... I note with a shrug.

"Miss L/N," A familiar voice calls. Tenya Iida marches up to me with a stern look on his face. "I must talk to you."

"Oh! What is it, Iida?" I ask with a smile. "Something wrong?"

"No, it's not... It's, uh... Sort of," He corrects himself, scratching the back of his neck. "It's about Bakugou."

"What's up with Blondie?" I ask, tilting my head.

"I have noticed you trying to act friendly towards him. I'm here to warn you once more," He bows his head solemnly. "He is not what he seems. That boy is explosive and very unsportsmanlike. I don't think you'll be able to get through to him."

"H-Hi, guys!" Izuku chirps, walking up to us.

"Hey, Broccoli," I wave. "Iida, while Bakugou may seem rude and full of hatred... Inside, he's really just a big softie!" I smile.

"Kacchan?!" Izuku shrieks.  "You must be joking... He's been this way since we were kids, I know him!"

"He is, though. He's cold and unforgiving, bitter at first... But if you really give him a chance, and treat him like he's special, like he's more than that... The real him shines through," I admit. "The side I've grown to know." 

"Miss L/N, with all due respect, I don't think you can--" Bakugou walks by with earbuds in, disregarding the three of us. "See? Not even a proper hello! He's not polite at all," Iida huffs, crossing his arms.

"Izuku, what would happen to you if you went up to Blondie and asked for one of his earbuds?" I ask, beginning to walk. The two begin to follow me.

"He'd blow my head off! I'd be hospitalized!" Izuku cries, shaking in fear.

"Mhm? Follow closely behind me and watch this!" I chirp happily, running up behind my friend. Giving his shoulder a light tap, I ask, "Hey, Blondie, can I listen?" With a slight scoff, he takes out an earbud and hands it to me without hesitation (and a slight roll of the eyes).

"Thanks!" I chirp, placing the device in my ear. A bit of rock music plays, but not too loud. It's nice. I turn my head slightly and stick out my tongue, proving a point to the others (who's mouths are slightly agape at the sight). Waving a goodbye, I begin walking side by side with Bakugou, happily humming along with the song in my ear.

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Publishing date:

April 28th, 2019