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Bakugou Katsuki was pissed. Not only was stupid-fucking-Deku trying to get into UA, but now everyone was talking about him. They were talking about how he took down the target worth zero points in order to save some girl. That’s just like Deku, the fucker. Of course he would try to show off and save some chick, and of course he would go after that worthless robot just to seem selfless. Bakugou knew Deku was up to something and he was going to go find out. He grabbed the first guy he heard talking about Deku.
“Where the FUCK is he?” Bakugou asked the boy with pointy teeth and bright red, spiky hair. He looked surprised for a moment, then an amiable grin covered his face.
“Who, that kid that’s basically a freakin hero already? He looks so plain but he’s really got a manly heart. Too bad he didn’t get any points, I wish we could have been in the same class!” Bakugou smirked at hearing Deku didn’t earn any points, but he still had to figure out where that turd was.
“I’m not gonna ask the same fucking question twice,” Bakugou replied, small sparks going off in his palm. He had been working on controlling his explosions to threaten people without damaging anything. He figured that being good at interrogating villains was just as important as catching them. The red haired kid immediately put his hands up, as if he was getting arrested, any trace of a smile gone from his face.
“I heard they took him to see Recovery Girl because he passed out as soon as the test ended. That’s some quirk he’s got, his own body can’t even handle it. Uhh anyway, it was nice to meet you man, I’m Kirishima, hope to see you around.” That last part was an obvious lie, but it didn’t bother Bakugou. The boy tried to make a quick escape, but Bakugou grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. He just needed to know one more thing. He decided to play nice cop this time around, and tried to crack a smile. The result was not exactly pleasant, as the smile did not reach his eyes. It was more of a sadistic grin, which instilled more fear into Kirishima than the sparking hands.
“One more question, then you’re free to go,” Bakugou promised. “Where can I find this Recovery Girl?” Kirishima had no idea why this crazy-eyed kid would think he knew where the nurse’s office was, but he took a trick from the book of one of his classmates from middle school and made up some directions. He had witnessed her do the same thing to some creep that was harassing their classmates. Kirishima never thought he’d have to use it on someone his own age, let alone one that was trying to become a hero. Bakugou let go of Kirishima’s shirt, leaving behind light burns to the fabric where his hand touched. He hadn’t meant to do that, but he didn’t care enough to apologize and promptly left to find Deku without saying another word to Kirishima. Kirishima let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and decided it was time to dip before the hot-head realized he was given the wrong directions.
Luckily for Kirishima, his first couple directions got Bakugou close enough that he was able to follow signs the rest of the way to the nurse’s office. Bakugou stood in front of the door, waiting for the sensor to register that he was there and open the door. Thinking it might be some sort of weight sensor, Bakugou started stomping on the mat. When he realized that it wasn’t working, he actually read the signs next to the door. “Authorized personnel only. All visitors must be accompanied by authorized personnel.” There was a card-reader underneath the sign. Annoyed, Bakugou tried the next thing he could think of. He started banging on the door, shouting as loud as he could.
“DEKU I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER. GET OUT HERE.” This went on for a full minute before there was a short beep and the door slid open. The smallest, oldest woman Bakugou had ever seen hobbled out. She seemed to have a permanent smile on her face.
“Hello there, young man. I don’t know if you can read but this is the nurse’s office and the people in here would like to rest without hearing your abrasive screaming,” Recovery Girl said in her uneven voice. Her smile, which might seem comforting to some, only felt patronizing to Bakugou.
“Now, if you require healing I will gladly welcome you in. However, it sounds like you would just like to harass one of my patients, which I cannot allow. Goodbye!” With that, Recovery Girl spun on her heel and walked back into her office. The door quickly shut behind her.
“SHIIIIIIIIT,” Bakugou yelled. He started pacing back and forth, stopping once to punch the wall. He knew his temper was out of control and it really did him no good to get this angry, but he couldn’t help it. Deku had always wanted everything he had: His quirk, his friends, his family. Bakugou could accept Deku as an admirer, but what made him so pissed off was that Deku was not just an admirer. Deku saw them as equals, and sometimes it even seemed like Deku thought he was better than Bakugou. Always trying to save him when he was just a useless, quirkless bitch. Just thinking about it made Bakugou’s fury flare up. He was about to go back to pounding on the door, when he heard someone clear their throat behind him.
“Um, hi, I’m Uraraka Ochako. Is Deku the green-haired kid with the plain face?” The girl standing before Bakugou was small with eyes just as large as Deku’s. It pissed him off.
“What do you want with that damn idiot?” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin, looking down at the girl.
“Well, you might have heard about it, but he saved me from one of those robots back there when I got stuck,” she said, pulling at a lock of her short, brown hair. That pissed him off even more. Just when he was about to tell her to fuck off, a thought dawned on him.
“Wait one fucking minute, did that Deku shithead put you up to this? Are you guys working together? Does he even fucking have a quirk? WHAT DID YOU DO DAMMIT?” Bakugou grabbed Uraraka’s shoulders, giving her one hard shake. Her impossibly wide eyes got even wider, pupils dilating with shock. She was only still for a moment before her hands started moving, pushing Bakugou away. Unfortunately, Uraraka was still not used to controlling her quirk when she was frightened. Bakugou started to float towards the ceiling.
“What the hell, get me down from here you fucking bitch, I’ll kill you!” Bakugou shouted. He tried using his explosions to get himself back to the ground, but he couldn’t get the right angle and ended up flipping around in the air. Uraraka quickly brought her hands together, disabling her quirk. Not knowing it was coming, Bakugou fell to the ground with a thud. He started to get up to beat the living shit out of Uraraka, but the dizziness from all the spinning caught up to him and he collapsed onto his back. Uraraka ran over to him, kneeling beside him.
“Oh my gosh, I’m really so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I was just surprised and then I was surprised again when you were floating and I panicked! Are you okay? I really didn’t mean to!” Uraraka’s shaking hands were hovering over Bakugou. He grabbed one, squeezing it just hard enough for her to feel pain but not hard enough to break it.
“You better get the fuck away from me right now, before I kill you,” Bakugou said, his voice low and gravely. He released her hand and she sprang up, but only took a few steps back. Bakugou threw an arm over his eyes, willing the nausea away so he could get up and make this girl wish she had never been born. He could tell she was still there, but he figured she would soon leave.
“You know,” she started, “I just met Deku for the first time today. I didn’t even really talk to him… I’m not sure what your history is, but I think he saved me because… that’s just who he is as a person.”
“If you didn’t talk to him then how do you know his fucking name?” Bakugou challenged.
“Um, you were kind of muttering about him when I came and I guessed based off of that,” Uraraka admitted. Bakugou clenched his fist in disdain. That stupid nerd was always mumbling to himself and Bakugou hated that he was caught doing the same thing. He hated being compared to Deku.
“Anyways,” Uraraka continued, “I just came by to thank him, but maybe I should go. Um it was nice to meet you…?” Bakugou could feel her expectant gaze on him, but he did not move to answer her. When he heard her light footsteps retreating, he felt a hint of respect. Sure she was an idiot for giving Deku the opportunity to look like a hero, and she did just make him float in mid-fucking-air, but she did catch him by surprise. She stood her ground. She didn’t go running like most people at the first sign of his burning anger. He hated her, but she at least deserved to know his name.
“Bakugou,” he said, barely above a normal speaking level. He raised his arm slightly to see if she heard him. She had, and turned back to look at him. She just smiled, then continued down the long hall. Though Bakugou felt like that was the nicest he had been to anyone in a while, he wished that he would never see that girl again.