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Bakugou punches walls when he gets embarrassed, and kicks down trees when he gets frustrated. The administration of U.A. sends fruit baskets every month to Aizawa to thank the pro hero for all his work in dealing with a boy who had first tried to hero-name himself King Explosion Murder. (It’s probably the only reason Aizawa hasn’t personally thrown the boy out the window — yet.)
1-A thinks that the explosion carries over to all that Bakugou does. In some ways, it’s true – he burns the pancakes one morning, and explodes the pan out of misguided revenge. The fridge door gets stuck that night, and the fridge explodes in a beautiful mess of week-old take-out boxes, mouldy bread, random cake slices, an entire drawer of Yaoyorozu’s matroyshka dolls, and at least four pairs of Iida’s glasses. A week after that, Bakugou trips over an uneven brick in the courtyard, and gets half a day worth of detention from exploding the entire front courtyard with a roar.
Kirishima learns to harden every time he cracks a joke at the expense of his explosive friend, and Kaminari becomes extremely good at hiding behind his red-haired friend. Midoriya gets great practice in dodging punches and kicks, because Bakugou never seems to grow out of his tendency to attack him for no reason. (A chihuahua, Todoroki says once when Midoriya complains. He spends the next week crying every time he sees Bakugou, who thinks it’s his usual crybaby weakness – to be honest, it’s because Midoriya is trying his damndest to not break into hysterical laughter.)
But it changes one day.
“Ke-choo!”
The classroom pauses. Present Mic, shouting at them about the various tenses of English, turns and blinks at the perpetrator.
Bakugou wipes his nose, then glares. “Yeah, you fucktards?! Got some shitty thing to say, huh?!”
“Oh my god,” Uraraka whispers from the other side of the classroom, hands clasped like in prayer — or to float away from the mess that is sure to occur.
Kirishima falls out of his chair, clapping and silent. He looks a bit like a demented seal for a bit, but then the wheezing laughter makes itself known.
“What the fuck?!” Bakugou shouts, slamming his hands down on his desk as he jumps up.
Midoriya doesn’t even startle, too busy hiding behind a notebook. Yaoyorozu and Mineta, with a clear view of the boy, can see him giggling. Todoroki accidentally lights his pen on fire, and freezes over his entire desk when he tries to put it out. His shoulders are shaking too.
Bakugou looks around wildly, more than a little confused now. “The hell—is this fucking real?”
In the background Aoyama sings softly, “Or is this just fantasyyyy—,” and gets nailed on the head by Ojiro’s tail.
Present Mic tries to call order back. (He thinks back to 1-B, which is just so much damn easier to teach than the nightmare of 1-A. He loves his erasing friend he does, but he also thinks he might replace Aizawa’s eyedrops with shampoo just for landing him with such a bunch of whackos.)
“Ahem!”
Nobody responds, and Kirishima is still rolling around on the floor. The ice from Todoroki’s desk is starting to spread.
“AAAAAAAHEM!” He tries again, quirk activated.
Bakugou’s explosion covers it.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he repeats in a shout, moving from confused to pissed. As he does, really – fear or joy or confusion or relaxation, they all move onto being irritated, then fast-track one way into rage.
Kaminari, from pure reflex, dives behind Jirou before he says anything. “Uh, Bakugou—,” he starts.
“What?” The boy hisses out, and Hagakure opens the window next to her to get rid of some of the smoke now rising from his palms.
“You sneeze like a mouse!” Ashido completes for him, grinning.
Midoriya ducks underneath his desk and watches morosely as his notebook goes up in flames. He thinks Kacchan might have a thing for his notebooks to be honest – hidden fetish?
“Like a kitten treading over pressed flowers,” Yaoyorozu says, sighing as she pulls out mini extractor fans from underneath her collar. Mineta turns to stare, and is nearly eaten by Dark Shadow.
Kirishima is still laughing. Todoroki is trying to unfreeze both his and Satou’s desks, and mostly just succeeds in setting fire to his chair.
Bakugou rears up to explode, then pauses.
“Ke-choo!”
Kirishima is turning blue now, and Sero takes a few photos of the strange blue-red combination. Todoroki sets fire to himself, and Uraraka goes flying into the ceiling. Iida is making chopping motions so fast his hands are just a single blur, mouth open but no words coming out – he has no words for this, it’s gone beyond what he can comprehend.
Bakugou rears up to explode again, and actually does.
Present Mic screams.