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Y/n sits next to Tetsutetsu where class 1-B typically sits for lunch.
“Hey, Y/n. How was the visit with your parents? You showed them around the campus right?” Tetsutetsu asks while eating.
“Yeah, they got weirdly excited with how my name is written in Kanji outside of my dorm. They saw your name and were confused why the same word was written twice. That was an odd one to explain to my dad” Y/n laughs, sipping her juice.
A few class 1-A students walk past the table, talking to themselves when one turns to Tetsutetsu.
“Hey Tetsu! I hope our teachers put us together for the training today. We can finally find out who is more manly.” The red haired boy smiles wide, his fist connecting with his other hand.
“Ha! I hope so too!” Tetsutetsu raises his fist, which is immediately met with the other boy’s fist.
The students pass the table and conversations resume as normal.
“We’re training with class 1-A today? I haven’t scoped any of them out yet. I don’t even know most of their names!” Y/n looks at the rest of the table with wide eyes.
“Oh, you’ll catch on quickly. Besides, Mr.Aizawa will probably match you with Bakugo with the hope of tricking that monster to calm down for once in his life.” Monoma cuts in, leaning the two front legs of his chair back.
***
“Okay, everyone. Today, we will be splitting up into groups of two, one from each class-” Mr.Aizawa starts as students start looking around to who they want to team up with. “Which we have already picked for you.”
Mr.Kan laughs as the students are visibly displeased with this idea. “I will now start reading out teams; Tenya Iida and Ibara Shiozaki, Eijiro Kirishima and Itsuka Kendo-”
Y/n losses focus on what her teacher is saying and looks at the different students of class 1-A. Kendo had given her a basic rundown of them, but pairing faces with the vague descriptions she gave was harder than Y/n thought it would be.
“-Katsuki Bakugo and Y/n Y/l/n-”
Y/n looks up when her name is called and looks over at class 1-A to make eye contact with who she assumes is her partner. She sends a small smile his way but is only met with a glare. Soon, the rest of the names are called and everyone is standing next to their partners.
“We are going to do Heros vs. Villains. Now, remember who your partner is. Today, you will train in your hero uniforms. So, hurry up and get changed.” Aizawa looks over the crowd of teenagers. He still finds it hard to believe they’re in their third years already.
Y/n follows the girls to the dressing rooms and changes into her hero costume. A tight white v-neck that she spills out of just a bit too much, dark pink parachute pants and pauldrons were the most obvious pieces to her costume. She quickly finds her way back to the training arena and next to Bakugo with a loud huff. He’s looking at her with a disgusted look on his face.
“Why is it so loud?” He glares at her.
“My outfit? You’re one to talk,” Y/n turns to face Mr.Aizawa who had started to talk.
“We are now going to pull names out for a hero team, then a villain team. You could be either. First Hero’s up are… Eijiro Kirishima and Itsuka Kendo.” Mr. Aizawa speaks in his monotone voice.
“And our first villains are… Katsuki Bakugo and Y/n Y/l/n!” Mr.Kan says with much more enthusiasm.
“Hell yeah! You’re going down Kirishima!” Bakugo loudly proclaims, walking backwards towards the arena and pointing at his classmate.
***
Y/n and Bakugo are led by Mr. Kan to the item they would be protecting and are given 15 minutes to hide it.
“I’m going to hide it. Stay out of my way.” Bakugo starts, picking up the small statue before turning and making eye contact with Y/n.
Bakugo’s vision becomes blurred and when it refocus’ everything is tinted light pink. Y/n voice seems to echo around his ears as she takes his chin in her hand. He tried to pull back but he couldn’t make himself move. A smirk pulled across her face as she watched his internal struggle.
“This is a team game, Pop Rocks. So, why don’t you act like it? We are villains, after all, we have a common goal.” Y/n whispers into Bakugo’s ear before pulling away and taking the statue out of his hands.
Bakugo hadn’t actually asked Y/n what her powers were, so she assumed he knew. She was very wrong. When she dropped her powers, Bakugo came up behind her, pushing her from behind.
“What the fuck was that, Bubblegum Bitch?” Bakugo was fuming. He hadn’t been mind-controlled like that before.
“My powers. Now let’s go, we just wasted a bunch of time,” Y/n says, breaking into a sprint deeper into the faux town that was set up. “You did just gave me an idea though. How gullible is Kirishima?”