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UA Dorms
Izuku's POV

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" An angry pompom screeched.

I grumbled silently, disappointed with the voice, and the person for that matter. Katsuki Bakugo, quirk Explosion, blood type A, height 172 cm, fighting style melee and ranged, birthday April 20th, you get the point.

He's the person that stood forefront in my nightmares. Thankfully, I hadn't had any nightmares last night, probably because of the warmth encircling me.

Speaking of the warmth, I noticed that Kaminari-kun and I were entangled in a blanket on the floor. The position was less than appropriate, but strangely comfortable. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms further around the other boy's torso, nuzzling into his shirt.

I felt him tense from under me, but he still had a relaxed stance. I could faintly feel his muscles from under his shirt, which put me into a daydream. 'Himi was wrong, abs on a guy are the fucking best.' I thought, smirking.

The electric boy's voice brought me out of my internal drooling. My name isn't Mikumo Akitani though? Oh, right. I panicked and gave him a false name. Good job me.

Breathing in, I lifted my head to stare at my ex-childhood friend. I imagined his broken and bloodied body hanging off my junior high classroom window. His arms burnt to a near crisp, eyes smashed into his skull and squished like jello. His hair missing whole patches, pulled out by my own bare hands. An explosion draw in his blood boldly placed onto his bare chest, cuts and bruises littered around it.

"Kacchan." I greeted.

He exploded, Kirishima Eijiro barely holding him back, eventually asking Hanta Sero for help. I smiled lightly at the sight, staring into Kacchan's deep ruby eyes with utter bloodlust. He blinked and almost went limp for a second, before continuing his attempt.

I shrugged, laying my head on Kaminari's toned chest. Abs are nice.

1-A Classroom
Izuku's POV

Kaminari-kun and I entered the classroom together. He had given me his extra uniform, which fit nicely considering our 2 cm height difference. I followed him closely to his friend group, which unfortunately also continued a certain blonde.

Kacchan didn't take lightly to me being there, glaring at how close I was to Kaminari's side. It didn't take long for him to grab my wrist and drag me towards him.

I met his glare firmly, causing a falter in his entire being. I smirked at this, which only proved to fuel the older's rage.

"Damn Deku, who the hell do you think you are?" He asked, a lot softer than I expected but still as rough as ever.

"Would you like it in alphabetic order or me just rambling what comes to mind? I do both." I replied, smirk widening.

An irk mark made its way onto his forehead.

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET A DAMN ATTITUDE DEKU?! YOU GO MISSING FOR FUCKING MONTHS AND SUDDENLY YOU'RE BACK CUDDLING WITH PIKACHU, WHAT'S WITH THAT HAH?!" He shouted.

"Did little Katsuki Bakugo miss his punching bag? I'm so terribly sorry for being fed up with your SHIT. Do you actually care? Is it your reputation at stake that you so desperately want to save?" I giggled darkly, a sickly sweet smile plastered on my face.

He stared at me, stunned.

"I'm going to destroy everything you've made here. Consider us even after all this." I whispered, staring deeply into the eyes I once feared.

I turned back, making sure no one had heard my whisper, before I latched onto Kaminari-kun with a whine. I didn't expect to snap, especially so soon! I did know, however, that the Pomeranian baby wouldn't take my threat seriously.

In 3,

2

1.

"HAAAAH?! THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO ME YOU FUCKING QUIRKLESS DEKU?! DON'T YOU DARE GO ACTING ALL INNOCENT NOW! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED THE LAST FEW MONTHS?! AND ESPECIALLY, WHEN DID YOU START FUCKING THE PIKACHU??!" He lashed out.

Poor Kaminari-kun looked like he'd combust anytime soon. I suppose I'd have to fight fire with fire, right?

"LOOK, JUST 'CUZ I ENDED UP CUDDLING KAMINARI-KUN DOESN'T MEAN WE'RE DATING! I MET HIM LAST NIGHT, ALRIGHT?!" I screamed back.

We went back and forth for probably half an hour. I heard the door open and a faint, tired voice, but assumed it was just another student.

At some point during our argument, Kacchan admitted he was worried for me. Not even in his own Kacchan way either.

"-I FUCKING, I CARED FOR YOU DAMN DEKU! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO THINK WHEN MY FRIEND GOES MISSING FOR MONTHS?!" He snapped at me, a look in his eyes I thought was non existent.

"FRIENDS, KACCHAN?! FRIENDS, IS THat what you call us? Is that what you tell Auntie Mitsuki?? Is that your, your ultimate lie to make sure you get to the top?!" I lowered my voice, letting it drop a few octaves as I continued.

"I go through the bloodied path of my past and that's what you call friendship? Oh, Kacchan, you're hilarious!" My smile became sickly wide, "We aren't friends, Kacchan. We were never friends. If anything, we're a victim and a tormenter!"

He cowered slightly, unnoticeable if you hadn't been watching him for years. My smile widened further, if that's possible. I grabbed his tie harshly, pulling his head next to mine.

"I do hope you know the victim always wins, Katsuki." I whispered softly into his ear, my voice returning to it's honey-like appearance.

I let go of his tie, and silently let my anger follow it. I imagined it as my knife, putting all negative emotion into it and putting it away for now. It'll be back, but until then I relax, knowing I could let go of my past.

I turned to the shook class, bowing and apologizing briefly. I glanced at Kacchan one more time, before someone cleared their throat. I finally looked at the front of the class, tensing when I registered who the person was.

Aiwaza Shota!
Alias Eraserhead
Quirk Erasure
Blood type B
Height 183 cm
Fighting style Binding Cloth and Melee

Pulling one of my Hero Analysis books from thin air, I zoomied my way over to the man up front.

Placing my Hero Analysis book in front of me, i sheepishly asked him to sign his page. His eyes softened for a millisecond before he looked a bit uncomfortable. However, he signed it anyway.

"Now why, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck is there an extra problem child in my classroom?" The 30-year old hissed, facing his class.

Nearly everyone's hands pointed to Kaminari-kun, I almost felt bad for the boy. Almost, he is a hero after all.

The electric user visibly pouted, preparing himself to be yelled at and sent to detention. Glancing back at Eraserhead, I held out my hand nervously.

"S-Sorry about interrupting your class, my name is Midoryia Izuku!" I put on a bright smile, hoping to distract the teacher.

He glanced at me for a second before shaking my hand, picking up his attendance board. He glanced at one of the names before turning back to me with a mildly annoyed expression. We both ignored the betrayed noises of Kaminari, complaining that I had lied about my name.

"Midoryia Izuku, is that what you said your name was?" He questioned.

I nodded, meeting his eyes steadily. He then looked at the class and told them that Iida-kun was in charge before dragging me out to the hallway. Once outside, I asked what was wrong.

Eraserhead began to explain, "Technically, you're in my class. Even if you went missing, you were registered into the system by the time we found out. I really hate to say this, as it adds yet another damn child into my class, but, we could inform Principal Nezu of your situation."

"So, I-I'd be, put... into class 1-A... right?" I asked slowly, excitement coursing through my veins.

He nodded, almost sadly. I lit up, already knowing my answer. Finally, after the past months, I could achieve my dream,

The LOV would have a spy! In UA, of all places! It feels amazing to know I can help them with something other than planning.

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The fact that most of this was written at night past 11 pm is concerning.

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Meh, I still at least get sleep, unlike SOME PEOPLE Small_Cup_Of_Tea

I function best at night though uwu. Honestly just happy this is over one thousand words

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