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They waited for the perfect opportunity.
Obviously Aizawa would have to be out of the room. It would need to be individual study time right before breaking for lunch, or else just before classes ended in the afternoon. It would allow for the best possible reactions, but with the greatest possible opportunity to flee from any craziness that it might engender.
He and Bakugo had worked out a series of signals for the day it would happen. Once Kouda signalled that he was going ahead, the preparations began.
To be honest, some of the preparations had already taken place. Bakugo had come into the classroom after hours to drill a small hole in the lectern: small enough not to be noticed, big enough for a lens of a camera to fit.
Bakugo already had two cameras: the one he wore on his chest to record his runs, and a backup. He “borrowed” a third from Kirishima, who didn’t lock his bedroom door, bless his absentminded soul. Then, his current phone, and his old one. Five cameras. Kouda had a running camera as well, in addition to his own phone. Seven total.
Getting up to stretch his legs allowed Bakugo to casually turn on the lectern camera pointing at the class. After returning to his seat, he readied his two phones. Kouda, meanwhile, whispered into a wireless microphone, which was linked up with a small speaker in the ceiling. Invisible to everyone in the class, three squirrels, two rats, and a weasel listened to their orders. Tiny paws pressed the start buttons of the two cameras whose lenses were aimed through two holes in the ceiling, also drilled by Bakugo in advance. Kouda started his phone camera as well and propped it up in the direction he and Bakugo calculated would give the most coverage.
Kouda sent the “are you ready?” signal. Bakugo answered with the affirmative.
Zero hour.
Kouda stood up at his desk. The movement had all eyes in the class on him--apart from Bakugo’s.
“I have an announcement to make.” Typically, Iida would have berated a fellow student for disrupting a study session, but the sheer novelty of Kouda, of all people, standing up and speaking made him pause.
“I think it’s very important that you all hear this.” The attention could not have been more undivided.
‘Don’t chicken out now,’ Kouda thought to himself. This was really happening.
Kouda put his hands, palm down on his desk, just for that final bit of emphasis.
“Fuck.”
A pin dropped.
Then, pandemonium.
“HE DID NOT JUST…” “KOUDA-KUN, THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE IS INAPPROPRIATE FOR SCHOOL.” “HOLY SHIT, OUR SON JUST SWORE!” “WHERE DID YOU LEARN WORDS LIKE THAT?”
Afterwards, they couldn’t agree on whose reaction was best. Iida, arms pumping at right angles was certainly a contender, as were Ashido’s incoherent screams of laughter. Jirou’s facial expression was gold, as was Kaminari’s. Kouda’s favorite was Uraraka pointing at him with a trembling arm and demanding he wash his mouth out with soap immediately. Bakugo preferred Todoroki’s double-raised eyebrows. “It’s about juxtaposition. Relative to how Icyhot usually is, it’s probably the biggest reaction in the class.”
They agreed to disagree.
They certainly weren’t going to tire of rewatching the videos anytime soon.