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If Bakugou had to blame anyone for bringing Shinsou Hitoshi into his life, it was himself, but he was more than happy to blame Ashido instead.
About two weeks after he met Eri and essentially decided she was his new protege, Ashido came down to the common room waving her phone around and yelling.
“GUYS, GUYS, GUYS! HeroDailyJPN made a video on us!” she announced to everyone.
“You’re joking.” Jirou said in disbelief as the rest of the class looked at Ashido in awe.
“You think I can joke about this and not have Midoriya kill me?” Ashido responded, walking up to said boy and shoving her phone screen at him. “Check it out!”
Based on the strangled choking noise that Midoriya made, she was telling the truth. HeroDailyJPN was the most popular unofficial hero news hub with a following no one else can rival, so seeing “Ten Greatest Moments from the U.A. Sports Festival: First Years” plastered across Ashido’s screen even caught Bakugou off guard.
“Every single moment involved a 1-A student. They even talked about how we stole the show.” Ashido said with a smile.
“Was it just the events they talked about?” Kirishima asked, shooting a worried glance towards Bakugou. Memories of the award ceremony flashed through Bakugou’s mind.
Ashido and everyone else seemed to pick up on what Kirishima actually meant. “It just talked about the events. The staff apology was linked afterwards with a bunch of other things too.”
“Okay but get onto it, what was number one?” Kaminari pressed.
“Patience little lightning bug. Let me build up to it.” Ashido began, lifting three fingers up. “At number three, our two class killers Uraraka and Bakugou!”
“Wait, what?!” Uraraka squeaked out. “How? Everyone said the fight was brutal.”
“The fight wasn’t brutal because Bakugou won, but because he had such a strong opponent.” Tokoyami explained to a red faced Uraraka. She turned to Bakugou expecting a rebuttal, but instead received a quick shrug. “Aizawa said what was needed to be said after the fight.”
Uraraka face split into a wide grin, her eyes going from wide wonder to a fiery determination. “Thanks Bakugou. I’ve been itching for a round two too.”
Before he could respond, Ashido ploughed on. “At number two! Our fiery powerhouses, Todoroki and Bakugou!”
“WHAT? How the fuck is that number two?” Bakugou demanded.
“That’s because number one went to the psychopath Midoriya and his fight with Todoroki.”
“How is that possible?” Sero asked her.
“Probably because somebody,” Bakugou snarled, turning to Todoroki lounging on the couch, “didn’t fucking use their full power.”
“There’s always next year, Bakugou.” was Todoroki’s only response.
“Midoriya’s crazy ass was on here two more times actually.” Ashido continued, ignoring Midoriya’s startled squeak. “Number five was him coming in first during the race and number ten was his fight with that Gen Ed kid.”
“That fight stressed me out so much.” Satou whispered.
“How did you even break out of it, Midoriya? Aoyama, that Class B kid, and I couldn’t do anything.” Ojiro asked.
All eyes turned to Midoriya as he paled, shooting a panicked look to Bakugou and back at the class. “I, uh, I really don’t know? My quirk kind of just went off subconsciously. You guys know how unpredictable it is.”
Bakugou watched as the class accepted the improvised lie and soon, the excitement of the video died down as it got late and everyone was getting ready to sleep, Bakugou included.
But not before he kicked Midoriya’s door open.
“Why are you like this, Kacchan.” Midoriya whined as he watched the surprisingly not broken door swing.
“My hands were in my pocket.” was the only explanation Bakugou gave him as he sauntered over to the desk chair. “So, how did you actually snap out of it?”
Midoriya sighed as he took a seat on his bed. “I was actually kinda telling the truth.” he explained. “One for All reacted subconsciously and broke my finger in the process.”
“Then why did you look off when you were explaining?”
Midoriya looked hesitant before taking a deep breath. “I saw these… things? Illusions? Apparitions? I don’t know exactly what it was except that it was related to One for All. All Might had no idea about it either.”
“So the ghosts of One for All’s past took the wheel?” Bakugou asked incredulous.
“I actually think so.”
“What the fuck?”
“Anyways, Shinsou’s quirk is pretty interesting though.” Midoriya continued, already aware of his weird ass quirk. “There’s been cases of people who have trained against mental quirks like his and built an immunity against not only the specific quirk they trained against, but others too. Maybe it’s like that?”
The end of the explanation captured Bakugou’s interest. “What was that about an immunity?
“Well not exactly an immunity. More like a resistance that’s either weak or strong depending on who’s using it against them and if it’s well trained or not.”
“So hypothetically, I could become resistant to different mental quirks if I can get someone to use it on me and we train.”
Midoriya’s eyes widened as he realized what exactly Bakugou was implying. “I mean maybe, but depending on the person it would take such a long time and it may not even work not to mention no one in the class has a mental quirk so where would you-”
Bakugou lowered his hearing aids’ volume as he tuned Midoriya out as he opened his phone and searched up the participants of the third round of the sports festival. His eyes landed on the familiar bush of purple hair amongst the roster.
“Shinsou Hitoshi, huh?” he thought as he began to think of a plan.
He ended up finding him by accident. There, sitting alone at a desk in one corner of the library was his target, Shinsou Hitoshi. Bakugou grabbed the book he was looking for before approaching the boy’s desk. Shinsou looked up and did a double take, realizing who was across from him.
“What do you want?” Shinsou said flatly, looking up at Bakugou. Bakugou took a seat across from Shinsou’s before looking around, making sure they were alone in this section of the library.
“Help train me.” Bakugou demanded.
That seemed to have gotten Shinsou’s attention as he nearly snapped his pen in half in shock. “I’m sorry what?”
“Your quirk. I want you to use it to train me.” Bakugou said before launching into the explanation Midoriya gave him. By the end, Shinsou looked back at Bakugou in utter confusion.
“So let me get this straight.” he began. “You, someone who has never had a conversation with me before, want me, someone who isn’t your friend and barely knows you, to help you gain a one up.”
“Yes.” Was his explanation that bad?
“Did you forget that I’m trying to get into your damn class? You’re even more arrogant than I thought.”
“A fucking ‘no’ would have sufficed.” Bakugou shot back. “How the hell do you expect to get in anyways?”
“I’ve been training.” Shinsou responded bluntly.
“Along with working on the hero course theory work?” Bakugou asked, raising an eyebrow to the other boy.
Shinsou went quiet at that, mumbling his answer under his breath.
“What was that?” Bakugou pressed.
“I said I’m working on it.” Shinsou growled. “I’m high up in the class I’ll manage.”
“Aizawa-sensei waits for no one, Eyebags. You’re better off getting help from one of th-” Bakugou cut himself off as an idea struck him. “Wait. New offer.”
“What now?”
“You do this, and I help you get into my class.” Bakugou replied. “I’ll tell you all the shit Gen Ed doesn’t cover and catch you up.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Shinsou said in disbelief.
“That grape fuck got expelled two weeks ago. You’ve gotta be a fucking idiot to not want to take his spot before someone else does.” Bakugou explained.
Shinsou paused a moment to take in the situation he’s in. “All I have to do is just use my quirk on you?”
“My head does all the heavy lifting.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this but,” Shinsou stuck out a hand to Bakugou. “You got a deal, Blasty.”
“For now I’ll just keep you under for a few seconds so you know the feel.” Shinsou explained, sitting cross legged in the middle of the training room. The two decided to meet after school the next day for their first trial.
“Well then do it alr-” Bakugou’s breath hitched as a fog fell over his mind. He was still standing and breathing and overall, nothing has outwardly changed but when Shinsou assumed control, it was like taking a backseat in his own mind.
“Sit down across from me.” Shinsou commanded. Bakugou obeyed and took a seat on the ground across from him.
“Now slap yourself.” Shinsou said with a smug smile. Bakugou registered his cheek stinging before looking around the room and down at his arms, now back under his control.
“Holy shit.” Bakugou said in awe, looking back up at Shinsou. “Do it again. Keep it up for two minutes before releasing me.”
“Alright then. Midoriya is pretty strong, huh?”
“What the fuck does that have to do with-” The fog’s return once again caught him off guard. This time though, anytime he tried to move on his own volition, it was if his limbs were paralyzed. Beads of sweat began to roll down his face as he tried to move around. He let out a gasp when the two minutes came to an end.
“I’m not gonna lie. You looked pretty constipated.” Shinsou commented, holding back a smirk.
“Did I fucking ask?” Bakugou growled. “Try it again.”
They did try, over and over for 20 more minutes before Shinsou halted the control.
“We’re getting nowhere with this, Bakugou.” Shinsou groaned, falling onto his back.
“No shit Eggplant, it’s the first fucking day.” Bakugou replied.
“That’s not what I meant. There’s some sort of fuck up with this approach.”
“I’m not fucking up at all.” Bakugou argued.
“I’m just going to cut this argument off while I still can. Tell me, what’s it like being under my control?” Shinsou asked.
Bakugou took a minute to calm down before responding. “It’s like being in a room with no windows or doors.” he began. “It’s empty except a screen on one wall where I can see what’s happening through my eyes. When you let go, the walls disappear. To gain control, I need to get out of the room but there’s no exit. That’s why I need to make one.”
“How do you make the exit?”
“I attack the walls and try to break them down.”
Shinsou looked down, lost in thought over what Bakugou said. “So we keep going with this training until I break the walls.” Bakugou finished.
“No.” Shinsou finally answered. “That’s not going to work.”
“Last time I checked it’s my fucking head.” Bakugou growled.
“The thing with your ‘fucking head’ is that you seem to think your idea is the only solution.” Shinsou shot back, now sitting back up.
“You better fucking watch it, Eyebags.”
Shinsou stared him down, an exasperated look clear as day on his face. “You’re just like your quirk, you know? It’s explosive and flashy and doesn’t hold back, and that’s how you get through your life, but this isn’t your quirk, it’s mine. My quirk is direct and subtle and concentrated. That’s how you need to think if you want to beat it.”
Bakugou opened his mouth to shout back but quickly closed it, not because he had no comeback, but because Shinsou had a point. Bakugou is the last person to know anything about how mental quirks work as he was more occupied advancing his own. He gave the other boy a hardened stare, refusing to back down. “Fine.” he spat back. “One more time.”
Shinsou stared back, holding back a smug grin. “What’s your favourite color?”
Bakugou closed his eyes. “Red.”
With that, he was in his barren room, the screen showing Shinsou setting up the timer. He turned and walked to the wall on his right, lifting one hand to touch it. “Direct and subtle and concentrated.” was what Shinsou had said. Bakugou took a step back, examining the wall. “I’ve been trying to tear the walls down all at once and get control back all at once.” he thought. Raising one arm and putting his hand back against the wall, he let out a small grin. “When in reality, I should be starting with a crack.” With that declaration, he loud out an explosion that echoed throughout the room. Checking the wall, no damage has been done to it. Bakugou lifted his arm again, concentrating on that one spot, and let out multiple successive explosion. He kept going for a while before pulling back and checking the wall once more.
There, in his targeted spot, a tiny part of the wall, so small it could’ve been easily missed, fell away to the ground.
It was then when Shinsou released his control and Bakugou was brought back.
“It’s going to work.” Bakugou said, refusing to meet Shinsou’s smug eyes. “It’s a small ass crack and it’s going to take a long time, but it’s going to work.”
“I think an ‘I told you so’ is in order.” Shinsou replied.
“I think I’m going to blow your ass up if you keep being a little shit. Now grab your fucking bag and let’s go to the library."
It was a strange system they had in place. Everyday, Shinsou would be tutored by Bakugou and every other day, Bakugou would continue to put a dent in the wall. The strange part about it wasn’t necessarily the duo involved, but how they seemed to work well together, even if they couldn’t go five minutes without making a snide comment to the other.
It was three weeks into their arrangement when Shinsou looked up from his analysis with a serious expression.
“Do you think I have a shot?” he asked.
Bakugou looked up from math to meet Shinsou’s eyes. “Well that depends. Do you want to be in my class?”
“Yes.”
“And once you’re in that class, are you going to slack off?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I don’t see why not. You better put up a good fight so I can beat your ass.”
“Thank... you?” Shinsou responded hesitantly. “I can’t afford to slack off. Not when your class has their blessings of quirks and-”
“Alright, shut the fuck up.” Bakugou interrupted.
“What?” Shinsou asked.
“I said shut the fuck up and listen to me. I don’t like repeating myself.” Bakugou began. “My quirk is fucking strong as shit, right?”
“Yes I’m aware but-”
“Except when my quirk manifested, it wouldn’t do shit against the robots from the entrance exam, so what did I do? I worked my ass off to make both it and myself stronger. Izuku once mentioned what you said to him during your fight and while the others in my class sympathized, I just got mad.”
“You’re always mad.”
“I’m perfectly fucking civil but that’s besides the point. Point is, yes, we all got lucky in some way, but I better not hear you imply that they got by on quirks alone. Everyone passed because they knew what they were doing. Well, everyone but Izuku but fuck him.”
“I, uh, I see what you mean.” Shinsou responded quietly.
“Everyone trained hard to earn their place in their own way. That invisible chick? She’s strong as shit and went behind the robots to rip off their control panels since those fuckers can’t attack what they can’t see. Shitty Hair worked nonstop for months to build up his strength so he can use his quirk more effectively. You should know better than anyone that people are more than careful.”
Shinsou looked at Bakugou, who for once was dead serious, and gave him a small smile. “Careful Blasty, keep talking like that and I’m going to start thinking you care about them.”
Bakugou responded by throwing a pen right at Shinsou’s forehead. Shinsou laughter got interrupted by his phone buzzing. He looked down at the message and his eyes went wide.
“Sorry but I’m going to cut this off early.” Shinsou said as he began to hurriedly pack up. “I’m spending the weekend at my parent’s place and they need me to watch my sister since they’re going out to grab something.”
“That just means you owe me another hour.” Bakugou replied.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. See you tomorrow.” Shinsou said before racing out of the library.
An hour later, Bakugou wrapped up his work and began to pack up. Grabbing his things, he noticed a notebook laying flat on the table. Opening it to the front page, Bakugou realized that Shinsou left it in his rush. He read the first page, taking note that it listed his name, class, and address on it. Flipping to another page, Bakugou saw there were the answers to the question he gave him as homework along with some doodles of cats and one specific person in the margins.
Bakugou opened the map on his phone and typed in the address, finding out it was only a ten minute walk away. He packed up the rest of his things, grabbed his notebook, and began making his way to Shinsou’s house.
Ten minutes later, he was standing in front of the house and moved to ring the doorbell. The sound of footsteps can be heard behind the door before it was flung opened by a familiar white haired girl.
“Bakugou!” Eri exclaimed, colliding with his legs as he gave her a hug.
“Eri I told you, don’t answer the door on your own. You’re very young and- oh jeez.” Shinsou said, finally noticing just who Eri was clinging onto.
“Why are you here?” he asked, looking behind Bakugou worriedly.
“You left your notebook, moron.” Bakugou replied, resting one hand on Eri’s head and the other handing the notebook back to Shinsou.
“Oh well uh, thanks. If that’s all then I guess-”
“WAIT!” Eri called out, detaching herself from Bakugou. “Come inside! I want to show you what I got.”
Before either boy could respond, Eri tugged Bakugou inside, shut the door, and ran towards her room, leaving the two boys alone.
“Eri’s your sister?” Bakugou asked as Shinsou led him to the living room to take a seat on the couch.
“Yeah she is and honestly, I should’ve known you were the reason for her new fashion sense.” Shinsou responded.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
His question was quickly answered as Eri came running back to the living room and stopped in front of Bakugou. “Look!” she proclaimed, holding up a pink, skull patterned skirt.
“Looks pretty fu- hecking sick, brat.” Bakugou said, hoping she didn’t pick up on his slip up.
“I don’t know why you try to censor yourself.” Shinsou said with a laugh. “Midoriya told me that she called Todoroki 'fucking half and half' when he bumped into her.”
“I’m setting a good example for the youth of tomorrow.” Bakugou explained, opening his arms and accepting Eri’s embrace.
“He sometimes teaches me how to kick ass!” Eri said with a grin.
“See what I mean. I’m a delight.”
“Yeah well, this ‘delight’ interrupted me as I was about to do her hair so you can deal with that while I make you some tea.” Shinsou said as he got up and threw a hair tie and brush towards Bakugou.
“Jokes on you bitch I’m AMAZING!” Bakugou yelled towards the kitchen. “Anything you want specifically, brat?”
“I want it like Miss Momo’s hair. Not the ponytail, the other way.” Eri explained as she took a seat on the floor against the couch.
“A braid? I can do that perfectly.” Bakugou said as he began to brush her hair. As he began to finish the braid, Shinsou returned with a cup for him and took a seat next to him on the couch, his worried expression returning.
“Look,” he began. “My parents are going to come back any second and there’s something you should know since you’re probably going to see them.”
“Get to the point, Eyebags.” Bakugou said, tying the end of Eri’s hair and finishing the braid.
“Okay, well--”
“WE’RE HOME, LISTENERS!” a familiar voice called from the entrance.
Bakugou paled as he turned to Shinsou. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“There’s more.” Shinsou squeaked out.
The three kids turned around to see Mic and Aizawa walking in, both holding shopping bags, smiling at each other, before freezing as their eyes landed on the blonde.
“Shouta! Hizashi! Look what Bakugou did for me!” Eri announced as she skipped over to them and showed off her hair to them, momentarily distracting them.
“I should have fucking known Aizawa wouldn’t just give Eri up.” Bakugou whispered to Shinsou.
The two adults looked back up to Bakugou, still slightly stunned at his appearance in their home.
“Lovely to see you Bakugou!” Mic said, attempting to regain his composure.
“What are you doing here?” Aizawa blunty asked, all niceties pushed aside.
“He left his notebook in the library and I returned it.” Bakugou said, pointing to Shinsou. “Although I don’t know if I regret it or not.”
Aizawa and Mic made their way into the living room and put their bags down before taking a seat, Eri choosing to return to sitting on Bakugou’s lap.
“You already know I’m married to Hizashi.” Aizawa started.
“He WHAT?”
“I adopted Shinsou a few months ago and Eri’s adoption recently went through. Now are you staying for dinner or no?”
Bakugou chokes on his tea and gives his teacher an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me? Why would I-” His rant was cut off as Eri tugged on his shirt, her eyes wide and pleading. “If it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, I will be happy to.” Bakugou corrected.
“I taught her that.” Shinsou said as he laughed.
“She’s going to go far.” Bakugou commented.
As far as dinners went, the awkwardness was probably was second to the dinner he and his family had with the Midoriya’s when Hisashi came home when he and Midoriya were six. At least now, Shinsou and Eri were there to make things less awkward.
“Bakugou,” Mic began. “How did you find Shinsou’s notebook again?”
“He left the library in a rush and left it behind.” Bakugou replied, not realizing what he was implying.
“So you’ve been ignoring us for Bakugou, Hitoshi?” Mic teased.
“You act as if I’m enjoying myself.” Shinsou mumbled. “He and I are in a… mutual agreement.”
“Why does that sound slightly illegal?” Aizawa asked with a groan.
“It’s just training shit.” Bakugou clarified, ignoring Mic’s offended “Language!” and looking to Shinsou. “I try and resist his quirk and in return I make sure his dumbass won’t fail out of the hero course.”
“You’re helping Hitoshi get into your class?” Eri asked.
“Yeah.” Bakugou replied, looking back at his teachers only to be greeted with their stunned faces.
“Well in that case, please stop taking my son away everyday after school. I’m not a fan of doing physical training with his on weekends.” Aizawa finally said, recomposing himself.
Hearing that, Bakugou whipped his head back towards Shinsou. “Why didn’t you fucking say anything, idiot?”
“Bakugou you should really work on how you express concern.” Shinsou joked, his quiet laughter then quickly silenced by a small explosion.
“If you’re both done antagonizing each other, I’m sure Eri would love to show you around, Bakugou.” Mic interjected.
“Oh! Oh! Bakugou, come see my room!” Eri piped up as she got up from her chair and dragged Bakugou into the hallway, Shinsou following close behind.
As the three left, Mic turned to his husband and let out a sigh. “You know, if he ends up in your class, Midoriya would be the only one separating them in their seats.”
Aizawa responded with a small shrug. “It can be training. Conflict resolution or something.”
“You’ve been talking to All Might too much.”
By the time the three kids returned, Mic was seated in the living room on his laptop while Aizawa was drying the last few dishes.
“Bakugou,” Aizawa called out. “Come here for a moment. You two can go join Hizashi.”
The last thing Bakugou heard from them was Eri’s quiet “Is he in trouble again?” before he walked up next to Aizawa.
“I didn’t blab about you being married and I’m not going to blab about this.” Bakugou said, accepting the bowl and rag his teacher handed him.
“That’s not why I called you over actually.” Aizawa began, not looking up from his cleaning. “I know you have some common sense. I actually wanted to thank you.”
Bakugou paused his drying and looked towards Aizawa. “What? Why?”
“I’ve been training Hitoshi to fight for the past few months and frankly, it’s a lot to juggle that, UA, and hero work. He told me he could handle the theory work when I brought it up but it kept bugging me. So thank you for helping him out when I couldn’t.”
“No need for the heartfelt shit.” Bakugou grumbled, looking back to the dishes and hoping his face isn’t as flushed as it feels.
“Like anyone would believe you.” Aizawa said, putting away all the dishes.
“Yeah right. The class knows you’re a damn softie.” Bakugou responded.
“One more word and you’re expelled.” Aizawa shot back, leading him lack to the living room where Eri and Mic were looking at his laptop.
“Hizashi is showing me different schools!” Eri announced once they entered.
“She was asking about the difference between middle and junior high.” Shinsou clarified, now petting a cat Bakugou hadn’t seen previously.
Hizashi turned the laptop to show a list of different schools he was showing Eri. “Maybe one day she can go to one of them.” Aizawa acknowledged.
“As long as it’s not those two.” Bakugou interjected, pointing to one middle school and one junior high school on the list.
“Why not?” Mic asked, looking at where he pointed.
“Teachers don’t really reprimand kids for bullying some people.” Bakugou responded, surprisingly serious.
“And how do you know that?” Shinsou pressed.
“Take a wild fucking guess, Eggplant.”
“Well, little ol’ Eri knows what to do when kids are being bad, right kiddo?” Mic asked, putting the laptop away and giving Eri an expectant grin.
“Fucking kill them!”
“NO!”
Bakugou cackled as he lifted his hand towards Eri for a high five while Shinsou and Aizawa started wheezing. She skipped over and instead punched his hand, a proud smile on her face.
“Bakugou please stop influencing people to swear. The class is still not over what Yaoyorozu yelled out.” Aizawa said wearily.
“My baby girl…” Mic whispered to himself, head in his hands.
“Hey Blasty,” Shinsou finally gasped out, wiping a tear. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
“Come back and have dinner again!” Eri called out as the two made their way to the door.
“Or don’t!” Mic added.
As Shinsou stood and watched Bakugou put on his shoes and open the door, he quickly stopped him. “My placement test is on Monday.” he explained. “And for once, I’m not nervous. So thank you, Bakugou.”
“You did the work, I just explained some shit.” Bakugou answered, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “If you really want my help, I’ll teach you to draw. Your notebook drawing of Four Eyes are shit. Have you ever fucking heard of proportions?”
As Shinsou began to sputter, Bakugou turned and left the red faced boy and made his way back to UA, attempting to process the last hour.
Their sessions lessened after Shinsou’s placement test, now being more focused on the quirk training. Bakugou learned that Shinsou would be getting his results in a week and that Aizawa wouldn’t budge at all when asked about it. It wasn’t until one Tuesday a week later when Bakugou ended up getting his answer.
“As you know, we have an empty spot in the class.” Aizawa began. “It is now filled so here’s your new classmate.”
Bakugou would rather die than admit the small sense of pride he felt when he saw Shinsou enter the room.
“Uh, hi. I’m Shinsou Hitoshi, formerly of 1-C and your new classmate.” he said. After the class greeted him back, he walked over to his desk, high fiving Midoriya when he passed him.
Bakugou turned to face his new classmate, who looked back at him and blew him a kiss. Bakugou responded with a middle finger before turning back to the front, noticing Aizawa holding back a smile.
It was in the afternoon when Bakugou witnessed the culmination of Aizawa’s training. Shinsou walked out of the change room sporting a black jumpsuit with purple accents, a gas mask over his mouth, and some bandages wrapped around his hands going all the way up to his elbows.
“What the fuck is that for?” Bakugou demanded, pointing to his gas mask.
Shinsou tapped the left side of the mask and leaned in close to Bakugou. “FOR THIS!” he yelled out, his voice now amplified by the two speakers built in. Bakugou and a few others stumbled back from the sudden noise. “It’s like his fucking dad.” Bakugou realized.
Before Bakugou could retaliate, Aizawa gained everyone’s attention and began to explain that there were sparring in partners today. He looked to Shinsou and gestured to where the class would be fighting. “Shinsou, why not prove yourself today. Ojiro go join him.”
Ojiro tensed up as he followed Shinsou to the center of the room. He stood across from him, glaring right at the the purple haired boy.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume you’re not in a talking mood?” Shinsou asked. Ojiro continued to glare and shook his head.
“Good.” Shinsou responded. At the whistle, the two sprinted towards each other. Shinsou dodged and countered each of Ojiro’s attacks. It continued like that until Shinsou jumped back and thrusted his arms forward, causing the bandages on his arms to shoot forwards and wrap around Ojiro, immobilizing him and knocking him down.
The class stared at what just happened in stunned silence, only to be broken by Midoriya. “It’s a capture weapon.” he said in awe, vocalizing everyone’s realization.
“The round goes to Shinsou.” Aizawa announced. Shinsou freed Ojiro and approached him. “Is now a bad time to apologize for the Sports Festival?”
“Sort of. You won’t catch me off guard like that next time.” Ojiro replied as he got up.
Bakugou turned to Aizawa as the class crowded around Shinsou and congratulated him. “You tell me to keep the parent shit a secret but you let him have that as his gear?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Aizawa answered before getting the class’s attention and announcing the next pair. Bakugou went to stand next to Shinsou as the next pair walked up.
“Thank you again.” Shinsou whispered to him.
“Shut up already. You would’ve ended up here anyways.” Bakugou whispered back.
“Yeah, you’re right, but I’m here now.”
“Enough heartfelt shit. I expect you to analyze these fight for me later.”
Shinsou chuckled and turned back to the fight at hand. Bakugou looked from him to Aizawa and remembered the last time they went through the quirk training.
His room had four walls. As of right now, the cracks in the wall have only gotten bigger and he expects that soon enough, he will eventually take down one of the walls. He looked back to the smiling Shinsou, thinking about their surprisingly good weeks together and scowled.
He couldn’t believe Shinsou managed to tear down a wall before he could.