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It’s a typical morning in UA and class 1A is a little bored but when is school not boring- well, when they are doing training exercise on field it’s pretty cool, but Mr. Midoriya’s Hero History class is just alright. Now when guests come in it’s damn cool too.
Not that there were any in sight, which was only obvious since they were taking a written test. For Izuku’s part, he was just grading and answering emails, while occasionally leaning back to check on the class.
It was a simple enough multiple choice quiz, a ‘you know it or you don’t’ type of thing. He felt mean but seeing some of them rub their temples or concentrate hard on the names was always a little funny because it wasn’t like they’d suddenly be given the right answer. Except for that one accountant student whose quirk in fact let messages speak to him.
It was annoying for tests considering made up shit would whisper about its creation process which could literally be ‘the teacher was sitting on the toilet and it came to him like in a dream’ while the right answer would have an encyclopedic explanation behind it. It was one hell of a superpower against fake advertisements.
Just as Izuku began his new project to start a page dedicated to a made up hero for his next test- because no damn kid would get the best of him like that, if facts were what he got, facts he would bring to the table- he happened to glance outside to witness the sun getting bigger.
It was morning and the sun wasn’t overhead yet but the sun simply didn’t look like that. It was the explosions that gave it away before he could determine the world wasn’t ending because the sun decided to explode a billion years earlier than anticipated.
Izuku sighed, carefully setting his papers aside so as to not have them in genuine existential danger. It couldn’t be mortal danger since inanimate objects weren’t alive, obviously, but with a trigger happy creeper coming his way, they’d get decimated in the argument.
While he waited, he had a moment to reflect and ponder what he would be getting humiliated over this time. It was a massive mistake to bring Kacchan in the first place. Yeah the kids admired him but in that cute way where they had to begrudgingly acknowledge him but he still pissed them off enough so they wanted to get ahead and surpass him.
Now, what he and Bakugo had going on when they were young wasn’t the healthiest at times but he did still love how he served as an inspiration to others. And hey! It meant he constantly got to prove to Mr. Aizawa that it wasn’t just the ‘sexual tension’ getting them going but in fact, a very normal effect Kacchan had on people.
Reminiscing aside, giving access to UA was a mistake when he decided to hijack the pass and never give it back just to do shit like this. Thinking back, Izuku put his dishes in the sink this morning and he didn’t even forget to iron his shirt last night. He didn’t take the wrong keys, didn’t forget his lunch or let his phone die…. He sighed thinking- the fucker could be coming for no reason at all too. He understood a lot about Kacchan but that man was a genius at the best of times and genuinely absurd in others.
Slipping in through the open window- which was kept that way after the first two times he’d just crashed in through it and broken it- the class quietly but very pointedly stared at Bakugo. A glance at Izuku sitting back in his chair with his hands clasped was all they needed to know shit they didn’t want to be involved in was going down. It was also painfully clear it was shit their teacher had no damn clue about either, mind you, as he looked at their most frequent visitor like a man who’d accepted he was going to be chewed out.
“Izuku fucking Midoriya, you audacious bitch,” Bakugo started, beautiful little stars crackling around him.
The nearest students silently shifted away, knowing from experience that as cute as they looked, those fuckers felt more like the glowing, burning pieces of metal that fly off of sparkles and less like the warm, fleeting sparks people want them to be.
He stomped past them with nary a squeak from the bystanders they’d all become in the face of his vindictive path. Heroes, they aspired to be but as their teachers said, they’d be the heroes of tomorrow, not today.
“Kacchan, lovely to see you, though why, pray tell, are you here?” Izuku asked, looking tired and clearly being so considering he wasn’t even offering vague apologies to placate their visitor.
“So you don’t even know? Fuck you!” Bakugo slammed his hands on the desk, scowling. “I wake you up with breakfast ready on the table, do your tie, remind you a million times not to forget anything and all I ask of you is what?”
“…To not die on my way here?”
Bakugo huffed but reluctantly, somewhat nodded his head before prompting again. “And what else?”
“To not wear any limited edition All Might merch out like it’s casual clothes?”
“Are you playing stupid with me- no, you are this stupid, aren’t you? How have you lived this long, goodness….” Bakugo huffed and went around the desk just to further harass him.
Hands on either side of him, gripping the armrests of his chair, Bakugo got up in his face, his back to everyone in that class as he towered over their teacher like the goddamned devil.
“I do all these things for you and you left without giving me a single, meager kiss this morning.”
Izuku felt his temple throb. “Kacchan, tell me you aren’t actually interrupting my class over that?”
“What if I am? I knew you didn’t fucking love me, it’s why you won’t marry me right?”
“Japan wouldn’t recognize our marriage- you know this!”
“Maybe they would if you cared to prove that you actually love me!”
“I am not the problem here, what are you talking about?!”
“You are part of the problem though. You propagate this narrative that our feelings aren’t real by forgetting the small simple stuff that other couples do all the time.”
“So I’m a forgetful person, I’m not purposefully contributing to the oppression and ostracism of a group I’m in. You are fucking crazy- that I have to tell you this is absurd!”
“Yeah, yeah, yell at me about it. All I hear is, ‘I don’t and never loved you. I never want to see you again, fuck right out of my life-“
“Oh my- I love you okay? I really fucking do, and I really appreciate everything you do for me. You are the actual spark in my eyes, the one I’ll chase to the ends of the earth and who I’ll always be striving to have keep his eyes on me if it means having you eat my dust. Will you please leave me alone now?”
“…I still want my kiss.”
“You are fucking ridiculous.”
The class proceeded to very sneakily get out and save themselves from that test and the situation as a whole.