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Class 1-A. The uncomfortably large door loomed above Bakugou Katsuki. Midoriya Izuku was trembling next to him.
Their first day at UA as students. Katsuki took a deep breath. He could fucking do this. They could do this, damn it! He and Izuku couldn’t afford to let anything hold them back now.
“Let’s go,” he snarled with probably too much aggression, and grinned in that way Izuku called “feral”. Izuku nodded beside him, deathly anxious but resolute, and Katsuki slid open the door.
Oh, fuck no. It was that blocky blue-haired extra from the exam! The asshole noticed him and Izuku, darting forwards with stiffly moving arms. He stood directly in the doorway and opened his mouth, but seemed to stall for a second. He finally moved: oddly enough, he… bowed to Izuku.
“You have my deepest apologies! I severely misjudged your personal conduct! You had figured out the true meaning of the test, I can never hope to reach your heights!”
Izuku, predictably, looked uncomfortable. Who the hell did this guy think he was, and what was he on about? “Ahh, no, uhm, you’re fine. I, I didn’t figure anything out, I just, uhm, wanted to help, is all.”
His arms did that karate-chop-looking movement again. “Even more so, then! I commend your heroic actions!”
It, frankly, disgusted Katsuki that this damn extra took a 180 on his views to Izuku now that he had ‘proven’ himself. It was like the blue-haired loser thought Izuku didn’t deserve respect unless he ‘earned’ it. He scoffed at the extra. “Get out of the way, you’re blocking the damn door.”
The blue-haired extra’s face twisted once more, and that fucking chopping started up again. It was like being in the auditorium all over again. “How dare you speak to me in this manner! That is quite disrespectful of you, both to me and this fine establishment!”
Katsuki knew from how Izuku’s shoulders tensed with barely contained shaking that Izuku was trying very, very hard to not laugh at the kid. He’d take that as a win, at least. Katsuki scowled at the extra.
“Don’t you think it’s quite disrespectful of you to block the doorway or baselessly accuse people of trying to distract others?” he mocked.
When Izuku had told him about that little conversation before the practical, Katsuki just about hunted down the brat right there and then. After the little stunt in the auditorium before the test, there wasn’t much this asshole could do to get on Katsuki’s good side. Still, not killing him then paid off now, seeing his face fall and his cheeks reddened. He backed off and stepped out of the doorway.
“You make a… fair point. Still, please refrain from treating classmates like that,” he almost mumbled. “I am Iida Tenya, pleased to meet you!”
And, the too-loud volume was back by the time he finished speaking. “I wish I could say the same about you. Bakugou Katsuki.”
Izuku smacked him lightly on the arm and hissed, “Kacchan! It’s, it’s nice to meet you, Iida. I’m Midoriya Izuku.”
They filed into the room together, Izuku pressed right up against him. A seating chart based on their class number pointed Katsuki to sit right in front of Izuku. Katsuki barely restrained himself from putting his feet up on the desk; Izuku would scold him if he did that here.
Classmates started to file in soon after the three of them lapsed into silence even while the room’s volume picked up. Eventually:
“Mido!” called an excited voice when he burst into the room and set eyes on Katsuki’s best friend. Some kid with spiky yellow hair and a black streak through it. Izuku grinned back when Katsuki looked backwards.
“Kaminari! Great to, uh, see you!”
And- that made a fuck ton more sense. This was the person Izuku had befriended and wanted him and Hitoshi to meet. They dropped their stuff at a desk and came over to stand by them in a little pod, weaving around the desk of some girl with headphone jacks for ears.
“Oi, you’re that Kaminari kid Deku’s always talking about. He thinks your quirk is the best thing since sliced bread. Nice to meet you,” Katsuki said, the most civil he’d been all morning. Kaminari beamed.
Next came in a boy with red hair and shark teeth. He looked an uncomfortable amount like that quirkist extra who made Hitoshi so upset at the entrance exams, which was unfortunate.
And then he bowed and introduced himself as Kirishima Eijiro, and Katsuki seethed. He felt Izuku tense from where he had gotten up to stand next to him and introduce him to Kaminari, too - Katsuki had told him about this asshole.
But Izuku just grinned at the kid, albeit with some hidden venom in it that Katsuki only knew from years of watching Izuku scheme, and said, “I’m, uhm, Midoriya! I’m, I’m so excited to be here, uh, I can’t wait to see everyone’s quirks!”
Kirishima turned his own smile towards Izuku. “Me too! I’m sure they’re all so cool and heroic and manly!”
Izuku laughed, but Katsuki knew . Izuku was hoping to trap this prick. Thus, he stayed quiet and looked away, hoping Kirishima wouldn’t recognize him and try to make friends again. “Honestly, um, I think all quirks are cool and, uh, and heroic. That’s why the entrance exam was, uh, was such a shame, actually.”
Kaminari was smarter than he looked, apparently (and that meant Katsuki needed to be a bit more careful with his assumptions), because they caught Katsuki’s eyes and smirked slightly before saying innocently, “What do you mean, Mido?”
Izuku’s gaze slid to Katsuki, a fire burning in it. Izuku must have told Kaminari about Kirishima. He didn’t stutter even the slightest bit when he spoke again. Nice, they’d been working on confidence, even if it was false, in fights. Which also meant Izuku was going to try to either hurt or embarrass this loser. “It doesn’t let people with less combative quirks, or ones that only work on people, have a fair chance. Kacchan and I have a friend in another course with the coolest quirk and it’s so strong, but it only works on people!”
Apparently, Katsuki looked different enough cleaned up and in a uniform that Kirishima still didn’t recognize him. “Aw man, that’s a shame,” Kirishima sympathized, unknowingly with the boy he deemed villainous . “I hope he’s not too upset!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes in Izuku’s general direction, and his friend let out the tiniest of sighs in reply. Of course Hitoshi was upset, but he knew about an alternate way into the hero course. Katuski would have some damn muscle on his second nerd by the time the sports festival rolled around, come hell or high water. Katuki was damn well getting Hitoshi into the right course.
“Oh, he is!” Izuku said cheerfully. It felt plastic. God, Katuski adored his best friend, but Izuku scared the shit out of him sometimes. No wonder he found the fabled principal Nezu pleasant. “Especially because someone after was really mean about his quirk. Some people are so awful these days, you know.”
“Yikes, that’s not very manly! My quirk isn’t all that heroic or anything, I can just harden my skin… quirkist people are the worst!”
Some pink extra from the other side of the room looked over at that, deemed the hypocritical quirkist asshole to be having a suitable conversation, and sent him a thumbs up. Katsuki barely restrained himself from flipping her off. The clock got closer and closer to the start of class.
A pink-cheeked girl crashed through the door at the last minute. Izuku was still playing with the quirkist asshole. Katsuki wasn’t perfectly sure what his aim was, but he was sure that for all Auntie Inko was more interested in keeping Izuku away from table knives on the off-chance he hurt himself, she also damn well taught him to not play with his food.
The pink-cheeked extra almost called out to Izuku, but was nearly immediately interrupted by Kaminari, introducing themself to her. Damn good intercept, too. He definitely knew what was going on here. A real people-person too. Even Hitoshi might like him.
Katsuki understood what Izuku was doing as soon as Aizawa walked in and Izuku’s grin turned downright predatory.