He brought himself towards the school, dragging his feet along the ground. There was a dead look to his eyes despite all the laughter around him. In fact, he looked... annoyed.

Though this was absolutely normal for the boy, the others nudged him and laughed at their conversation. "Shut up sh*tty hair!" He called once more at the redhead, though it only seemed to make his classmates laugh more.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and slouched more as they walked from the dorms to the school.

"C'mon Bakugou! You should be excited today! You're getting your provisional license!" The pikachu exclaimed, chuckling as the acid chick made another comment to the tape weirdo. This was how it had been every morning since he had been kidnapped.

It went from just hanging out with and tutoring sh*tty hair, to his whole group who now called themselves the 'bakusquad' like the f*cking morons they were. Didn't really understand why they made him the center of it when it was obvious that shark boy was the one that formed the group.

Either way, sh*tty hair, tape weirdo, Pikachu wannabe, and the acid chick walked with him to school every morning. Whether he liked it or not.

"I was going to get it either way. It just means that I can finally prove that I'm better than all of you!" He shouted as he raised his hand, sparks forming in it. He snarled as the acid chick stuck out her tongue at him.

"We'll see about that. Kiri has hardening, the only reason you beat him at the sports festival was because he had made a mistake. Bet if you went and fought again Kiri would win." She spoke. The blonde stopped walking and glared at them all. She was right actually. The others nodded in agreement, aside from sh*tty hair himself, who seemed slightly hesitant on it.

"It would be strictly for training purposes of course." Tape weirdo added onto it. Acid chick following it with a nod.

Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets once more and continued to walk until he was in front of the redhead. "You were recently injured. Wouldn't be a fair fight. When you heal up fully your a*s is done. We're going to wait until you can fight me with all you've got, I won't take anything less." He spoke roughly before he continued walking.

The other's gaze trailed after him before sh*tty hair grinned and moved to follow after him. That had clearly been what he was worried about. Bakugou had noticed the way his hand had moved to his arm, he recognized that he was still in a lot of pain after everything that happened when they saved that kid.

He had gone and seen him in the hospital once or twice. Even if he was a dumba*s that still needed tutoring, he was somewhat Bakugou's friend. Sort of.

They continued laughing and talking, constantly trying to get him to talk to them, every time he would just snap and they would be fine with it for some reason.

When they finally reached the classroom he plopped down into his seat, throwing his feet up onto the desk while he waited for Aizawa to show up.

He ignored the protests from the glasses representative guy.

~

It didn't really take long for sh*tty hair to recover up the rest of the way. So they decided to do their little battle the day before they would be heading back to their work studies/Bakugou starting his first day working with his agency.

The group had snuck off in the middle of the night to the same place Deku and himself had gone to when they fought. While Tape, Pikachu and Acid stood off to the side.

"Stand back, extras!" He snapped at all of them, watching as they stepped back, he made sure they were at a safe distance before he looked back to the redhead.

"How do you want it to work? Go until the other is unconscious? Boundaries?" Sh*tty hair questioned.

He smirked. "To death?" He quirked a brow. His smirk grew as he earned a protest from everyone. "Yeah yeah. No rules. Just no murder I guess. If you pass out- then you're a f*cking weakling, you'll just be carried back, though that won't be very manly of you, Kirishima." His smirk only continued. He kind of left everyone in shock. Between the fact that he wasn't really being a jerk to the fact that he had called Sh*tty hair by his actual name.

The redhead nodded and that was it. The blonde launched himself forwards with an explosion and slammed his feet into the other's chest, seeing if he could catch him off guard and take him out with a single blow.

Kirishima's reaction time was too fast for that though, he had hardened and had simply been pushed back rather than being launched like Bakugou had wanted. He had seen the move coming though, it was sh*tty hair. He was smart when it came to battle, even if he wasn't as much when it came down to the school work.

Bakugou pressed his feet into the ground after being launched back from his own kick. He propelled himself forward with his explosions, barely giving the shark boy any time to recover from the kick.

He pulled back his fist to hit the boy and was instead caught in his arm. He was clothes-lined and pressed into the ground.

He choked for air. His red eyes met the other boy's. They were focused- sharp, But there was a moment of hesitation in them.

He took a deep breath of air and smirked. "You were so focused on my hands and the upper half of my body that you weren't paying attention idiot!" He shouted as she swerved his leg around the Red-head's and pulled him down all while pulling himself back up.

On his way down, the boy had hardened his leg and had cut Bakugou's leg, causing a grunt of pain. "F*cking sh*tty hair!" He shouted as he brought his hands against the ground and sent a wave of explosions towards him, sending him flying across the floor. This at least gave Bakugou a moment to breathe.

He watched as the redhead panted and rubbed his palms against his head, brushing the rubble of the concrete off of him.

The cut across Bakugou's leg from knocking sh*tty hair down was stinging. He hadn't even looked to see how deep the cut was. He used his other leg to launch himself up this time, if he didn't want to have to worry about his leg being cut, he would just have to be above the ground.

He glided over the ground and threw another explosion against the shark's arms.

Wait- what?

What had he missed there?

There was suddenly a sharp pain against his side and before he knew it he was slammed into the ground harshly again to a point where he couldn't find air.

This time the redhead got on top of him pinning both his legs and hands down. He held his hardening on his hands just in case Bakugou tried to do anything.

"What-" he coughed, "- what the f*ck did you just do?" Bakugou questioned. Sh*tty hair grinned happily.

"I used one arm to defend against your last attack, hurt like hell but it left me with an opening to use my other hand to scratch your side pretty badly and then once you realized what was going on I grabbed your wrist and flipped you over my shoulder." He explained.

For a short moment Bakugou was impressed.

"Still a f*cking idiot." He muttered. The moron had let his guard down to explain, thinking he had won, he had loosened his grip on bakugou's hands and therefore-

Bakugou used his quirk and took advantage of the moment, when sh*tty hair stood to try to dodge the blast Bakugou pulled his legs out of under to boy and crashed them right into the shark's chest and sent him flying.

"Bakugou! Kirishima!" He heard from behind him. Sh*t. That wasn't one of his idiot classmates. That would be sensei.

He didn't flinch. He wasn't going to hold back. He wasn't going to concede. Not when he was enjoying this so much. Kirishima was a good fighter, and it was clear he was giving it his all. Aside from the fact that he had heard rumors about an ultimate ability that Bakugou hadn't seen yet. He had been training with sh*tty hair for the past few weeks, trying to get him back to strength after his fight at his work study with stupid Deku and the two girls he couldn't remember the names of for the time being. But he still hadn't seen his new abilities. He hadn't pushed him to his hardest.

"Hit me with everything you've got b*stard!" Bakugou called out to him, he refused to have them go easy on him. Not after what IcyHot pulled at the sports festival.

Once he gained his footing, he held out his hand, not even giving thought to how much he was bleeding. It didn't matter. He would just go see Recovery girl. Pain was just pain.

He held out his hand and heard acid chick gasp behind him. He grinned. He would use his focus attack; ap shot. He already knew that this was one he wasn't supposed to use unless it was an emergency; It could blast right through a seven inch stone wall. This was sh*tty hair though. Bakugou knew his limits. This wasn't it.

"Bakugou!" He heard his teacher call once more. He huffed as there was a whip sound behind him. He threw himself into the air with his explosions, doing a backflip and dodging the stupid scarf of his professor.

"Kirishima!" Bakugou called as his feet hit the ground and he finally used his ap shot. The focused beam went straight for the redhead, who let out a shout as he activated his ultimate form and took the hit straight on. Bakugou grinned as the shark treaded closer to him, fighting against the blast. He had focused all of his power to his chest, making the ap shot have no effect on him.

Bakugou was having the time of his life.

He could use his powers with no restraint, no worry of destroying anything or getting scolded for accidentally killing someone.

It seemed that their classmates and their teacher had been tuned out and they were both only focused on the battle in front of them in a desperate attempt to see who was stronger.

Bakugou took in a sharp breath; he couldn't hold up the shot anymore. He launched himself into the air again. Could he pull the same thing he pulled with Icyhot? Or the floaty girl? His human torpedo felt like it might work but he wanted something better.

Something more. He didn't think the torpedo would be enough to take down sh*tty hair in his ultimate form. He hovered in the air for a moment before he grinned at Kirishima's next words. "Come and fight me like a man Bakugou!" The shark called.

He was sweating enough to cause a mass explosion but that would turn everything to rubble; including himself. He couldn't do that. Another focused ray? From another angle maybe? No. Too weak. The last one barely had done anything to sharkie. Besides, he had tested Kirishima's strength now, he was nowhere near his limit. He would need to save his own energy to wait for the boy to be exhausted.

Instead he propelled his good leg towards Kirishima's upper thigh and grabbed his face with an explosion and slammed him into the ground with it. It obviously hadn't done anything to him, he was still in his ultimate form.

"Finally a worthy opponent!" Bakugou called as he let go of Kirishima. He groaned and placed a spiked hand to his head with a grin. Even if the explosion itself hadn't hurt him; the loud crackling had definitely left a ringing in his ears.

The two glanced at Aizawa as he called them again. "Pikachu! Pinky! Tape!" Bakugou called out to them with a growl to distract the teacher. All three of them stared as though fighting against the teacher was so stupid and then ended up going with it anyways when Sh*tty hair himself gave them a look.

With their teacher now decently distracted, they were going to finish what they started.

Bakugou panted as he tossed another explosion against Kirishima's chest and then grabbed his arm, pulling him up to his feet and slamming his fist into his chest with another explosion to send the boy flying into one of the decoy buildings.

Without even taking the time to recover- and taking Bakugou entirely by surprise, the shark face stood right back up and slammed his fist into the ground, sending vibrations through the ground and throwing debris out. It wasn't enough to hurt Bakugou, not at all. It just kind of took him off-guard.

Kirishima's quirk had always seemed like a defensive and close ranged one, yet he had just attempted to do a ranged attack. He was really trying to not do the same thing that he had done at the sports festival at their last fight. He had taken all of that into consideration and was focusing his quirk into the specific areas being attacked so he wouldn't grow tired.

Sh*tty hair barely had a scratch while Bakugou was bleeding out.

And it had only hit him just now...

His smirk returned. "You planned this from the beginning didn't you?" Bakugou questioned as he took a moment to breath, watching as Kirishima himself smirked.

"It's been quite some time since we seriously fought Explosion Boy." Kirishima commented as he slammed his hardened fists together and walked towards the exhausted blonde. "I've picked up a few new things." He added.

"Pff!" Bakugou called. "I won't lose to you!" He called as he charged again, launching himself forward again before he propelled himself off the wall behind Kirishima to hit him again. He slammed himself, and all of his power into the center of Kirishima's back, sending both of them crashing against the concrete below them. The way Bakugou had thrown them though, prevented him from taking the brunt of the damage.

If he was keeping himself from getting tired by focusing on certain areas with his quirk, then he would just have to hit his entire body to exhaust him so he could catch him in a moment his quirk wasn't being used.

He threw as many explosions as he could at the other boy.

He did this until he suddenly could create anymore explosions, he looked over to where Aizawa stood, eyes glowing red.

Now that he was pulled out of his fighting rage, he fell down to his knees, panting. He collapsed down next to Kirishima on the ground. The last thing he saw was Kirishima slowly pushing himself up to sit.

~

He blinked his eyes open. He was in Recovery Girl's office. Sh*tty hair was on the bed next to him, sitting up and looking at Pikachu in the corner of the room with Pinky and Tape Freak. Shark's mouth moved, though it took some time for Bakugou's mind to click and hear what he was saying.

"What happened after we passed out?" Sh*tty hair questioned them. Ah, he'd just woken up too.

Bakugou let out a groan and sat up. He was still covered in blood, his cuts weren't healed... And Sh*tty hair was covered in burns. Recovery Girl hadn't healed them? Why the f*ck not!?

"Aizawa brought us here, and told Recovery Girl to walk with him, he said she wasn't allowed to fix us up and we'd have to recover ourselves. He said our injuries weren't too bad, especially us since he didn't really fight us-" Pikachu motioned to Acid Chick and Tape Freak on either side of him, both snoring away. "- But I guess we're in a lot of trouble. As expected." He added with a shrug.

Bakugou groaned again in frustration and sighed. "F*cking b*stard... He never would have let us have a fight like that during training. His f*cking fault for not letting us train to our full potential during the day." He grumbled. Sh*tty hair nodded as he grinned again.

"Yeah, but it was kind of worth it though. Was nice to know that I can actually beat you if I am careful in battle and take time to actually focus." He said, Bakugou glared daggers at him but eased slightly.

"At least you're not as f*cking stupid and sh*tty as I thought you were, sh*tty hair." He flipped them both off as they both beamed happily at him not yelling.

"Jirou owes me ten bucks." Pikachu mumbled before he put his arms around Pinky and Tape and closed his eyes to get some sleep.

"Oi Bakugou." Sh*tty hair spoke after a moment of silence.

"What the f*ck do you want, shark face?" He snapped. The redhead rubbed the back of his neck as he continued to smile, showing off his shark-like teeth that had earned him the nickname Bakugou gave him.

"That was a really good fight, bro. Maybe we could do some more training sometime? Find a way to do full on fights and not get in trouble for them? Cause you're actually a really good person to train against." He nodded, waiting for Bakugou to answer but he simply earned silence from the blonde. "I think it's because you're not scared to tell people when they're doing something wrong. And you get excited when they're doing really well- it's because you like having equal competition right? It's really cool. Even if I do end up looking like this." He held up his right arm, which was burned heavily, along with his back and a lot of his chest.

Bakugou gave a slight nod. "Just don't be a d*mn idiot like f*cking Deku, fight me with all your power. And don't treat me like we're friends because we aren't." He spoke before he plopped back down on the bed, rolling to face away from sh*tty hair and closing his eyes.

He heard a small chuckle from the other boy. "We're not friends, Bakugou. We're bros. That's way cooler. Goodnight!" He said, there was another soft thud, showing that sh*tty hair had laid down as well.

Bakugou only grunted in response.