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Day One
Training had been a nightmare today. Not because it was hard—hell, this was Class 1-A, training was always hard—but because their opponent was an actual dumbass.
Ochako had just finished flipping a guy from Class 1-B over her shoulder (clean, precise, and with zero hesitation) when she heard it.
"Pfft. You fight like a girl."
She barely had time to process the audacity of those words before Bakugou’s voice cut in, sharp as a knife.
"You mean efficiently? With style? And zero hesitation?"
The dude—and why was it always a dude?—froze.
Bakugou didn’t even look at him. He just dusted off his gauntlets like the conversation was beneath him, glancing at Ochako with the most casual, straight-faced delivery of all time.
"Yeah, dumbass. She knows."
Then he turned and walked away. Like he hadn’t just obliterated that man’s soul.
Ochako stood there, stunned. She felt a hand grab her arm, and when she turned, Mina was vibrating with pure, unfiltered energy.
"Did you hear that?! DID YOU HEAR THAT?!"
Tooru materialized next to them out of nowhere, shaking Ochako's shoulders. “HE JUST—HE SAID—HE MEANT THAT!!!”
Ochako blinked. The guy who insulted her? He looked shell-shocked. He opened his mouth—closed it—then just walked away.
Jirou popped up next to them, raising a brow. "Okay, that was kinda cool, I guess."
Momo was still staring at where Bakugou had walked off. “That was... oddly progressive of him.”
Ochako finally exhaled, feeling her entire soul short-circuiting. What the hell just happened?
Day Four
Class strategy meeting. Momo was speaking, clearly explaining a very sound plan on how they should handle the next battle simulation.
And yet. AND YET.
Some absolute moron (probably Mineta, probably not for much longer if he kept talking) cut her off mid-sentence.
"Yeah, yeah, but wouldn’t it be better if—"
"Oi."
Bakugou's voice sliced through the room. Everyone froze.
He was leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he was this close to murder.
"She was talking. Shut the fuck up and listen."
The silence was deafening.
Momo’s eyes went wide. Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t.
Mineta slowly sat back down.
Bakugou didn’t even look at Momo after that. He just rolled his shoulders like nothing had happened.
Tooru grabbed Mina’s wrist and squeezed it so hard she nearly broke it. Mina was straight-up gasping into her hands.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"
Week Two
Weights. Agility drills. Endurance testing. Class 1-A was suffering, but in that good, slightly masochistic, "this will make us stronger" way.
Mina was in the middle of doing some next-level acrobatics shit, flipping into a perfect landing when some idiot (probably Kaminari, bless his dumb heart) whistled and went:
"Damn, you’re strong... for a girl."
Mina paused. Stared. Considered violence.
And then. Then.
Bakugou, standing ten feet away, not even involved in the conversation, just scoffed.
"Oh yeah? You think you're stronger? Faster? Smarter? Prove it. Right now."
Kaminari blinked. "Wait, what—?"
"You heard me, dunce face. Do a backflip into a split like she just did."
Kaminari stared.
He tried.
He failed.
Bakugou, deadpan: "Yeah. That’s what I fuckin’ thought."
The girls LOST THEIR MINDS.
Month Three
It was a rare moment of peace—Class 1-A out in the city, just trying to enjoy their damn weekend. Shopping, eating, being semi-normal teenagers for once.
Until it happened.
Some random gross-ass dude whistled and made a nasty comment as the girls walked by. Followed it up with a sleazy-ass, "Hey, sweetheart, where you headed?"
Instant rage.
Mina turned, already prepared to throw hands. Ochako visibly vibrated with barely contained fury. Momo’s face twitched with barely concealed disgust.
But before any of them could react—
"What the fuck was that?"
Bakugou.
The man turned, scoffing, probably ready to throw out some dumbass excuse.
"Just a compliment, man—"
"Oh? So you’d be cool if some rando started talking about your ass? Should I? ‘Cause I’ll do it. LOUDLY."
The guy backed off IMMEDIATELY.
The girls stood there. Frozen.
Mina shook Ochako by the shoulders. "WHAT IS HE??"
Ochako, eyes wide: "I DON’T KNOW BUT I THINK I LOVE IT."
It had been months now. Months of witnessing Katsuki Bakugou, Gender Equality Extraordinaire.
They had to ask.
So they did. All of them.
They cornered him in the common area.
Mina, eyes wild: "Okay. Okay. Just. Answer me this. What the hell is this—this thing you do? The whole... feminism but in an intimidating and vaguely threatening way?"
Ochako: "Why do you keep backing us up?!"
Momo: "When did you start—like—why—"
Bakugou blinked at them. Slowly. Took a sip of his drink.
Then, with the most casual tone of all time, he just said:
"Gender is a social fucking construct."
AND THEN HE WALKED AWAY.
LIKE THAT WAS A NORMAL THING TO SAY.
Mina hit the floor. Actually collapsed.
Ochako screamed.
Tooru vanished into the void.
Jirou just stared, horrified but also impressed.
Momo looked like her entire world had just been rewritten.
Mina, from the floor, voice weak: "I... I need a minute."
Ochako, eyes wide: "DID HE JUST—""
Tooru: "I CAN’T—"
Jirou, nodding slowly: "Yeah. Yeah, he did."
Momo, whispering in shock and swaying: "I think... I think I might-"
Mina, still dying on the floor: "Sit down, Momo. Just sit down."