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Excited murmurs filled class 1A as they sat in their hero costumes awaiting the arrival of today's guests. They'd all been excited to train with the police academy since it's announcement last month.
The local police academy had a class of students the same age as the UA first years and for once with similar numbers. Normally Aizawa would have expelled half his class by now but somehow these lucky kids had survived the first few months of his tyrannical tutoring.
Hagakure had her head peering out the window so the academy students wouldn't know they were being watched.
"They're here!" She squeels in excitement and the rest of the class rush to the window to catch a glance of their potential new friends and future co-workers.
One, however sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes at his classmate's excitement. "Great, more extras. I don't even understand how that dumb academy is still running. The only losers who want to be cops are those who's quirks are too weak to become actual heroes."
Aizawa walks in, "alright class. I want you on your best behaviour, which means someone needs and eye on mineta at all times. To the training field. Iida, take the front of the line, Yaoyorozu take the back. "
The class assemble on the field, facing the police students as their two teachers spoke.
As the class 1a students stood in three lines, shortest at the front and tallest at the back, the PA students stood around in groups talking amongst themselves.
However, as soon as the two teachers had finished talking the PA teacher blew a whistle and before the end the entire class was in the same format as class 1a.
That's when Bakugou saw him.
Front and center, the unmistakable and unremarkable figure of Izuku Midoriya. He wore and police cadet uniform and his hair was shorter now. He'd seemed to have tamed the mossy mess that grew from his head. He looked ... different, especially in that police cadet uniform... His eyes shone with a look Bakugo had never seen on his childhood friends face before. Was is pride? Joy? Excitement? Whatever it was, it looked good on him. Bakugo felt his face rush with heat. He couldn't pay attention to anything his teacher was saying, only Midoriya, who hadn't yet noticed him.
"... That's all. You can mingle for the next half hour before training begins."
The teachers left and the two classes looked awkwardly at eachother, neither moved. They were all teenagers after all, social skills isn't something any of them had quite mastered yet.
Bakugou stepped forward first breaking the awkward silence but also making it so much worse, "Hey, Deku!"
The green haired boys eyes snap over to Bakugou, all that sparkle fading as they locked onto eachothers sights.
The wind whistled as both classes watched what would happen next. The other cadets ready to step up and fight for their class rep if need be.
A smile formed over Midoriya's lips as he stepped a few paces forward. "Kacchan! You made it into UA! Congratulations, everyone always said you'd become a hero. "
Bakugou froze, his cheeks heating again. His smile directed at him, his childhood nickname... His entire class looking at him...
"Don't call me that you damn nerd. How'd you even get into the police academy. They may take the lowest of the low," murmurs from the PA students grow, "but quirkless losers is a whole new level." Bakugou's heart clenched as the words left his mouth. Why'd he say that? Sure he didn't like anyone, people were annoying but why to Midoriya. Bakugou knew he was smart and he looked to be fit too.
He'd gotten in dispite being quirkless.
Midoriya erupted into laughter, "you haven't changed one bit. Still as cold hearted as middle school."
Bakugou's heart hurt even more, he wanted to forget what he'd done there. Especially what he'd said to Midoriya.
The green teen turns to his class, "This is Katsuki Bakugo, I've known him since birth. Just ignore the mean things, he's just anti social." He then turns to 1a who were assessing him.
"My name is Izuku Midoriya. It's great to be here, I promise we don't bite, as long as you don't." He smiled at Kirishima who flashed his sharp teeth in a grin.
After a while the two classes merged, talking and showing off their quirks. There were a handful of students on the PA without quirks, Midoriya included, but they were just as talented at their classmates. Bakugo kept his distance from all of them and Midoriya made no attempt to approach him other than the occasional glance which ticked him off even more.
Midoriya was stood with a few of his classmates when purple freak 2.0 approached him. Bakugo grimaced. What the hell could he want with Midoriya?
Shinso had joined class 1a late making the class an even 20. He didn't talk to anyone and kept to himself, not that the others tried to include him either. They all knew his quirk.
Mind control.
As soon as Shinso opened his mouth, Bakugo stomped over.
"...i never knew the Police Academy had students our age"
"Yeah, it surprises most people but-"
"Oi, manipulate purple edition. What the hell do you want?" Bakugo cuts in.
"I'm sorry?" Shinso glares at Bakugou.
"You better be. What are you trying to do? Get into his head. There's a reason you don't have friends."
"Kacchan, what's you're problem?"
"My problem is this freak fest's quirk is mind control."
Shinso looked at the dirt, letting his nails dig into his palms, damnit Bakugou...
"So?" Midoriya crossed his arms, "Jealous blasty boy?"
Bakugo took a step back and Shinso looked up to his new hero.
"The hell did you just say to me Deku? It's funny they let someone so weak into the Police Academy. I'm going to kick your ass!"
"It's funny they let someone so cruel into the hero course"
"yeah well we're more important anyway we do your job. All you do is wait for us heroes to do the hard work and come take the arrest."
Tensions were building and more students were turning their attention to the commotion.
"Oh yeah?" Midoriya leaned forward, his eyes now dark and unlike any look Bakugo could imagine on the usual soft boy's face, "Me Vs you. Let's see who can make the most arrests? I'll take your class, you take mine."
"Why the hell not. What are we playing for?" He snarls.
Midoriya smiles, "Bragging rights."