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Hanta slides the door to 1A’s classroom open, too slowly apparently, because Kaminari barrels into his back seconds later. He shoots Kaminari a tired glance, earning a cocked eyebrow. He tunes out Iida’s scolding about running in the corridors and takes a seat. Hanta is feeling a little...odd. His mind keeps coming back to the interesting situation involving Bakugo and Todoroki about 15 hours prior. He disregards seeing Bakugo entering Todoroki’s room, because he must’ve been hallucinating. Or his eyes were playing tricks on him, courtesy to the dark. He was just on his way to get some water, dammit. Why is the universe against him?
The rest of 1A flows into the classroom. They all chatter away, taking advantage of Aizawa’s absence. More minutes pass, and the room is still missing two individuals.
Bakugo and Todoroki.
Not suspicious, like at all. Hanta doesn’t spend much longer in a daze, because similarly to yesterday Bakugo and Todoroki decide that this is the perfect time to make an entrance. Bakugo enters first, and everything about him screams wrong. Even though he looks exactly the same, tie discarded and pants too saggy, it’s the way the boy carries himself. The scowl on his face is missing. His hands aren’t in his pockets, and he looks like he wouldn’t even flinch if a ballistic missile were to crash in the school’s yard this very second. Hanta cringes at the feeling in his gut, but still raises his hand to offer a friendly wave, like always expecting a glare followed by a grunt of acknowledgement. None of this happens.
Bakugo walks past his own seat and slithers past Sero, walking to the end of the classroom. He sits in Todoroki’s seat.
‘HE SAT IN TODOROKI’S SEAT.’ Hanta’s mind chants, as he stares blankly at the blond, hand still raised in greeting.
Hanta scans the classroom to see if everybody is seeing this shit. Thankfully, everybody is in fact, seeing this shit. Bakugo remains oblivious to the amount of eyes boring into his face, which is honestly worrying, because instead of his fight or flight instincts going off, Bakugo shuts his eyes and his head slumps forward in Todoroki fashion. Hanta hears murmurs and Mina attempting to whisper ‘is he asleep?!’.
What the fuck.
It doesn’t end here. Todoroki enters a few minutes after. The class turns their attention towards him. Everything would be fine, if Todoroki didn’t look like he had a stick shoved up his ass. Not metaphorically. Physically. The way he walked in looked like he was in pain, contemplating between slouching and walking like a human being, which resulted in standing in a pose eerily similar to Hanta’s grandpa suffering from haemorrhoids. Uncharacteristically, Todoroki notices the entire class gawking, and ends up with an even more constipated expression. Todoroki shifts his body towards his seat at the back of the class. His seat which is occupied by a sleeping Bakugo.
Todoroki’s eye twitches. Violently. He marches over to Bakugo and stops directly next to him. He takes a deep breath.
“What. Are you doing?” Todoroki’s voice comes out a little too aggressive to their liking. He jabs his nail into Bakugo’s back, acting like he was a piece of shit that he wouldn’t want to touch with a ten foot pole.
The air in the room instantly turns icy. Nobody breathes. Bakugo is probably about to lose his goddamn shit. Cold sweat forms on Hanta’s forehead. Bakugo sluggishly lifts his head, blinking way too many times. ‘I think I died and went to heaven’. Hanta doesn’t realise that he had said this out loud, before Jirou shoots an earjack into his stomach from the seat in front of him. He’s currently too numb to wince.
“Huh?” Says Bakugo, voice full of boredom. Sero sees Yaoyorozu tilt her head from the seat beside. “I mean fuck off.” He adds once he finally notices that everyone has their jaws hanging open. Todoroki still stands there, getting more impatient with each passing second.
“I said, what are you doing?” Todoroki’s attempt at sounding unbothered just had even more of an opposite effect. Bakugo scrunches his nose and looks up at Todoroki, then to the empty seat at the front of the class, and back at Todoroki.
“Sorry, long day.” Is the long awaited answer. Hanta thinks that they must’ve entered the twilight zone a while ago.
“It’s barely 8am Bakugo, kero.” Tsu croaks, and everyone admires her bravery. Or bluntness in her case. Bakugo glances at the girl and just...doesn’t say anything. He silently rises from Todoroki’s seat and steadily makes his way to where he was originally supposed to be.
“B-Bakugo must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Haha.” Iida took this as an opportunity to loosen up the situation, unsurprisingly to no success. The stutter and dry laugh only made it worse. Also, ignoring the fact that waking up on the wrong side of the bed was specifically reserved for Todoroki this particular day.
Before Todoroki could say anything, Hanta’s prayers had been answered and Aizawa trudges into the classroom. His eyes roam over the entire room, most likely sensing the stress pouring off each student, which unfortunately didn’t mask the murderous aura leaking out the usually calm and collected Todoroki. Luckily, all Aizawa does is narrow his eyes, before starting the lesson as always. The class collectively sigh in relief.
***
Shota thinks that he might just retire. Very soon. Or on the next business day. His day has barely even started and he's already downed 5 coffees with extra espresso shots. If his students don't manage to give him heart failure some day, caffeine definately will. Shota might not make it through hero training in the afternoon.
It all started in the morning. Like everything always does. All it took was one step through the threshold of 1A's classroom at eight in the goddamn morning and a single calculating glance. Everything was far from okay. Iida didn't even acknowledge Shota's presence with a stiff nod, instead the boy looked like he was having Hosu flashbacks.
'Fantastic.' Shota thinks when his eyes land on Sero. Shota could have sworn that he caught a glimpse of a rosary and Sero's mouth moving, before the image was gone. Shota blinks long and hard. Midoriya is about 3 seconds away from starting a fire, considering the amount of friction going on between the pen in his hand and the notebook on his desk. At least half of his students look terrified to some degree, while the other half look like they're not even present. The cherry on top is Bakugo. Because Bakugo is staring at Shota, straight in the eye. Face blank.
Shota narrows his eyes. So does Bakugo. Shota raises and eyebrow. So does Bakugo. A vain pops out on Shota's forehead. 'Is this kid seriously-'. Bakugo must be reading his mind. In the moment that Shota decides to ask the problem child what the hell he's doing, Bakugo turns away and proceeds to stare intently out of the window.
Shota pretends that he didn't heard the growl that escaped someone's lips from the back of the room.
***
“Bakugo, what’s the answer to number eight?” Ectoplasm calls, writing on the board with his back turned to the class.
“Two-”
“Three-”
Bakugo and Todoroki answer simultaneously, earning a reaction. Bakugo turns his head to the back of the room at the same time as Ectoplasm. Everyone but Bakugo sends Todoroki a questioning look. Todoroki doesn’t pay attention.He's more focused on shooting lasers at Bakugo.
“It’s fucking two idiot.” Todoroki snaps and instantly realizes his mistake. His eyes dart towards Ectoplasm. The teacher is looking at the boy with a ‘I don’t know what the hell I just heard and I’m not sure if I should be disappointed or surprised’ look. The silence hurts.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t just hear that. I appreciate no profanities during my classes.” Ectoplasm states, challenging the awkwardness of the situation. Todoroki clenched his fist.
“I apologise.”
Can this day get any weirder?
***
All Kyoka wanted was a peaceful trip to the bathroom during break. Apparently this is something that she can’t have. The perks of a hearing quirk, as you can say.
“What the fuck was that you bastard!” Her eyes widen to the size of plates. Never in her life has she heard Todoroki’s voice go higher than 60 decibles.
“What are you talking about?”
“Lower your damn voice, I’m whispering for a reason!” Kyoka can confirm that whatever that was, it was a poor attempt at a whisper. "First you sat in the wrong fucking seat and now you just fucked everything up even more!”
“First of all, you told me to act like we always do and actually, you fucked up, the answer was three-”
“Oh my god. Do you realise who’s body-”
Alright that’s enough. Kyoka wants out. She turns on her heal and walks off, bladder unemptied.
***
“Hey Sho, can you tell me why the little listeners-”
“No. I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”
***
“What’s up with you blasty? Cold soba?” Mina inquires, choosing to target everything but the elephant in the room.
“He stole it from me before I could give it to Todoroki..” Kaminari says, turning his head back from the table occupied by the ‘dekusquad’. The atmosphere over there is extremely tense. Midoriya looks like he's just been to hell and back, looking smaller than usual under Todoroki’s heterochromatic gaze. The boy is almost glaring daggers. Even the bowl of miso ramen Todoroki is feasting on looks like it doesn’t want to be there. Iida and Uraraka are having a silent conversation with their eyes, not being very subtle about it either. Tsu is obviously just in for the ride.
Bakugo looks at Mina and takes a big ol’ slurp of soggy noodles, not taking his eyes off the girl for a second.
“He’s asserting dominance.” Kaminari mumbles into Kirishima’ ear. Once the slurping stops, Bakugo sets his chopsticks down. The two experience what you would call looking into eachothers eyes, which would normally becalled romantic or made fun of in some type of way by Kaminari, exepct Mina is blinking twice as fast as usual and Bakugo isn't blinking at all.
“You should fucking try some. It’s good.” Bakugo goes back to slurping. Mina smile nervously.
“I-I’m good…thanks.” Kirishima’s ear gets attacked with a whisper storm from Kaminari, this time it’s ‘maan not Mina too…’ Bakugo doesn't look up from his bowl.
“Suit yourself.” Mina looks pleadingly at the boys. Sero falls off of his chair.
***
Before the problem children finish changing into their hero costumes, Shota corners All Might and pressures the man into changing his lesson plan. Which didn't make much of a difference in the end. Quirkless sparing. The term 'quirkless sparing' is self-explainatory. Sparing without quirks. No quirks involved in sparing. So, could someone please for the love of god, tell Shota why he was currently standing alongside his Hell class, watching two of his students duke it out, using their quirks? The two students being Bakugo and Todoroki. They sure had some sort of talent though. Talent for making a fight that looks like childsplay seem like they're a hair away from murdering each other. He wonders if Cementos will need to rebuild gym gamma for the third time this week. Shota blows air out of his nose agressively, trying to focus with all the whispering going on in the background. A block of ice soars past Bakugo's face, creating a large hole in the wall.
"What in tarnation?" This is probably the closest Iida will ever get to swearing.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
"What does it look like theyr'e doing idiot?"
"Can someone pinch me? Owww! That was a figure of speech Tsu!" followed by "I didn't think you knew what that meant."
"Aoyama, shoot them with your beam."
"Je pense that would put them out of commission."
"Midoriya! Tie them up with black whip or something!"
"Carefull though, they might like it."
"Hey, this is literally a PG13 fic, this joke won't fly here buddy."
"Sensei I think we should stop them..." Yaoyorozu voices from Shota's side, looking at him expectantly. He hears her very clearly, but his ear to brain processor isn't entirely working right now. Must be the coffee.
Shota turns his focus back to the ongoing fight. The quirks in play aren't even the worst part. The worst part is watching said students use their quirks like they're fresh out of diapers, not entirely sure how to to control their newly acquired powers. Bakugo seems to be doing a better job than Todoroki. 'Maybe this is it', Shota thinks, and his student has finally matured enough to focus on analysing a fight instead of screaming bloody murder. Shota ignores the voice in the back of his head screaming 'delusional'.
Shouta immediately backtracks on the thought ofany sort of behavioral improvement as he watches Bakugo fail to produce an explosion, confusion seeping into his features, which Todoroki takes as a signal to send a right hook into the blond's nose.
The chaos abruptly stops behind Shota. The silence is filled with the chirping of crickets. Which is pretty damn funny considering the fact that it's barey past midday.
Bakugo's rear slams into the ground and he stares at Todoroki. Shota isn't sure for a hot minute if Todoroki looks guilty or pissed off. He concludes it's the latter rather quickly. Bakugo's eyes water slighly, and blood trickles down from his nose. From both holes. Bakugo reacts entirely different to how everyone thinks he would. The blond cracks a cheeky grin, allowing the blood to trickle onto his front teeth. Someone whispers 'that's badass' but frankly right now Shota would rather drink salt water than turn around to activate his quirk.
Bakugo laughs. Laughs. He sticks out his pointer finger at Todoroki. The boy standing over Bakugo looks like he's in the middle of giving birth to a kidney stone.
"You just broke your own nose." This sounds like absolute nonsense, but it evidently makes perfect sense to Todoroki. He looks up at the sky.
"FUUCK!" The initial shock from this outburst gives Shota a big enough adrenaline pump to catch Todoroki in his capture weapon right as he starts to charge at Bakugo, who is still on the ground.
Todoroki struggles and growls like a literal animal in Shota's scarf jail.
"Care to explain?" Shota feels minimal satisfaction when Todoroki falters at the sound of his voice.
"He- I broke my nose!" Todoroki protets and points at Bakugo, who is clearly the one with a broken nose. Multiple of the problem children snort.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DAMN EXTRAS!" 19 kids gasping simultaniously would be enough to make Shota grin just a little, if he got more than 4 hours of sleep.
Silence.
"You held out for longer than I thought you would." Bakugo's voice calls out from...somewhere? Shota eventually finds the source. The source for some reason has moved a good few meters moved away from the rest of the class, although he's still on the floor.
"Shut your trap."
"B-Bakugo!" Kaminari yelps, eyes on the verge of falling out from their sockets.
"Hello to you too dunce face." Todo- Bakugo puts special care into enunciating each syllable. Kaminari reels back and clutches his heart. Shota ignores Iida reluctantly stuffing a ten dollar bill into Yaoyorozu's pocket.
"What a mad banquet of darkness." Ojiro and Hagakure poke Tokoyami at the same time.
"They've been acting different since this morning, but I still can't get used to it." Sato exclaims.
"What? Don't you mean since yesterday? They both came back from a grocery trip with zero groceries, and Bakugo looked like he was high." Mina exclaims.
"I WASN'T HIGH RACOON EYES!" Todoroki Bakugo turns back to Bakugo Todoroki- Damn this is confusing. "That was fucking Icyhot! His stupid face looks like that 24/7!"
The audience had briefly forgotten about Todoroki. The boy in question was now sitting with his legs pulled up to his chest, with tissues in his nose. Nobody asked where he got them from. Todoroki shrugs.
"You never know, I could've been high. We aren't entirely sure what the side effects of the quirk were." Todoroki's voice comes out very nasaly.
"Awwww he sounds so cute like that!" Mina coos.
"Can it!" Bakugo pops an icicle from his palm.
"Wait. Can we go back to when you mentioned a quirk?" Shota frows at Todoroki, because this could explain 99 of his problems. Todoroki ponders for a while.
"It all started when we left the dorms-"
"For fucks sake! Sensei didn't ask for a damn novel asswipe!" Bakugo inhales. "Some fucker stole Icyhot's credit card so we chased him. Of course it's fucking Icyhot's fault though, because he's an idiot and doesn't know when to shut up-"
"The thief hit us with his quirk."
"Don't fucking interrupt me!"
"You told me to spare the details-"
"Enough!" Shota doesn't remember the last time he raised his voice this much. Probably back when sushi almost bit his toe off. Shota drags his free hand over his face.
"You two will march your asses down to Recovery Girl's office this instant, and if I happen to see you fighting, you will both be sitting out of a week's worth of hero training. The next time something like this happens, you will immediately inform an adult. You're lucky that this doesn't seem to be a harmful quirk. Understood?" Todoroki nods. Bakugo grunts.
"Fucking dammit!" Bakugo struggles in his capture weapon.
"Unless you would also like to have your gym privilidges revoked, Bakugo?" Said boy stops moving instantly. He mumbles out a quick 'No.' Shota releases the boy shortly after. The peace and quiet last for aproximately 10 seconds, courtesy to Kaminari's bright idea.
"Hey Todoroki, can you smile at Midoriya real quick?" Todoroki holds eye contact with Kaminari, and slowly turns to Bakugo. Shota thinks he knows where this is going.
"Don't you fucking dare." Todoroki ignores him and turns back to the class, searching for Midoriya. Viridian and crimson meet. Todoroki busts out the biggest and kindest smile he can manage using Bakugo's face. Midoriya promptly burts into tears. The girls squeal. All that is left is watching Bakugo leaving a trail of dust behind him with how fast he bolts after Todoroki. Shota lies down on the floor.
"Detention for anyone that wakes me up."
Nobody sees Bakugo nor Todoroki until the next school day.
***
Bakugo walks into class on Tuesday, this time in the correct body. A huge nose cast sits on his face, purple and blue peeking out from the sides. Todoroki follows with not a single scratch on his pretty features. Kaminari makes eye contact with Bakugo. His face must have betrayed him because Bakugo's expression morphs into murder.
"Just try to say something I fucking dare you." Bakugo's attempt at sounding menacing falls flat. At least half of the class bursts out laughing.
"Nice Spongebob impression." Bakugo lunges at Todoroki.
***
Elsewhere in Musutafu
"Where the fuck did you get this 85 inch TV from?!" The man being questioned smirks, twirling a black card between his fingers. The surgical staples around his lips tear slightly from the size of his grin.
"Let's just say that it's daddy's money."