"Wow! These shoulder pads are HUGE!" Kirishima laughed, tugging the large, gear-shaped costume pieces out of their protective cases. "What do you think Kaminari?"

Kaminari regarded the darkly colored gears seriously for a moment before his face shifted into a loose grin. "I think they're awesome! The ladies love big shoulders!"

"Really?" Kirishima asked absently, now focused more on figuring out how to get the gears on. His small eyebrows were crunched together as he shoved his arm through the correct place at last.

"So what do you think we'll be-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP SHITTY DEKU! NO ONE ASKED YOU!"

Kirishima turned abruptly at the sound, his eyes catching instantly on at the strong profile of an angry boy with some of the most explosively spiked hair he had ever seen. He was shouting something about touching, and he watched as a smaller, curly haired boy stepped impossibly further away, his body pressed flat against the back row of lockers.

Did he touch him or something?

Kirishima looked back at the angry boy, his fingers had bright white sparks shooting off of them and he was snarling something about killing the other boy the next time he got anywhere near him. Kirishima couldn't keep himself from watching, his eyes drawn to the boy's sharp jawline and taught, muscular form.

Despite the fact that Kirishima's entire world was painted in shades of grey, he couldn't help catching on the bright almost shiny shade to the angry boy's eyes.

Man, I can't wait to see what color that is once I meet my soulmate!

"Who's that?" He murmured to nobody in particular, his eyes still following that boy as he tightened what looked like bandages over his arms. Kaminari was the one who answered him, still messing around with his jacket in the mirror.

"That's Bakugo, bro," he replied, running his fingers through the lightning bolt stripe in his hair. "Don't mess with him, he's insane."

Kirishima nodded, still watching the spiky haired boy as he turned away from who he assumed must be Deku and made his way forwards towards the exit.

"Here he comes, don't say anything!" Kaminari whispered dramatically, moving to the side to create a pathway.

Kirishima couldn't move though, still frozen with only a single gear on his bare shoulder. He watched as the boy with the curled lip made his way closer, their eyes meeting briefly before he passed completely on his way out the door.

"So scary." He heard Kaminari groan as he turned back to face Kirishima. "Hey man! You need to get dressed! Your only in pants and a gear! Where's the rest of your costume?"

"Oh yeah, you're right!" Kirishima laughed, picking up his other gear.

Kirishima couldn't put words to why exactly, but he felt a strong feeling of  attraction towards that angry boy.

I kind of want to get to know him better, maybe be his friend... I'll have to watch him during class today.

~~~

Bakugo was bored. First day activities consisted entirely of testing their strengths. Of course he was dominating the silly little trials. He was the best, why wouldn't he be winning?

Bakugo huffed, finishing the last pull-up as the timer went off. He let himself drop, flexing and shaking out his arms as he moved to the side to let another student through.

"One hundred and thirty seven. Very impressive, young man."

Bakugo looked up to see a tall man with sharp lower teeth sticking up over his lips. He shrugged, moving briskly to the last station. Despite being bored with the monotonus simplicity of the activities, he could feel the muscles in his arms and legs beginning to tire.

He moved forward, at last reaching the cluster of wrestling circles where some of his classmates were already combatting in. Bakugo felt a vicious smile pull at the corners of his lips. Yes! This was just what he needed! A good old fashioned brawl!

Mr Aizawa spoke calmly from the sidelines, instructing him to move to circle four. Bakugo shook out his arms again, ignoring the rest of his speech aside from the "You can feel free to use your quirk for this test," part. It was only at schools like UA that students were free to use their quirks in school, and Bakugo was glad to be able to dominate with the strength he had built with his years of quirk training.

While Bakugo loved using his quirk, there was a limit to how far it would take him. And today, his forearms and wrists were aching in a way that was painfully familiar to him. He had almost met his quirk limit. Now, Bakugo wasn't some coward who would back down from a challenge, so he ignored the pain and made his way into the dirt circle.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you! I'm Kirishima!" Bakugo looked up from his wrists, to meet the eyes of a strong looking boy. He had incredibly dark hair tied up in a loose ponytail and unnaturally sharp looking teeth.

"Bakugo." He grunted, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He struggled to keep his eyes from drifting down to the very exposed skin on the other boy's muscular chest.

"Well, it's nice to meet you! Ah... I already said that didn't I?" The boy, Kirishima, chuckled, his hand held out for a handshake. Bakugo glanced down at his own gloves before swatting the larger boy's hand away.

"Stop playing nice. I wanna kick your ass."

He was surprised to see the other boy's grin grow impossibly larger.

"I'd like to see you try, explosion boy!"

Bakugo's lips twisted into a maniacal grin once more and he leapt into action at the sound of the bell ringing. He swung his leg out, kicking at the back of the ponytail kid's legs. His kick caught the other boy off guard, but he quickly regained his balance, lurching forwards with a closed fist.

Bakugo released an explosion to fly out of range and tugged up his own protective mask. This idiot was using his bare hands after all, and Bakugo had a thing against bare hands.

He watched as the other boy came running forwards, his arms deformed in sharp cascading rivets, resembling that of solid rock. Bakugo raised his arm, shooting out a large scale explosion that sent his burly figure stumbling backwards.

"That the best you've got, rock head?"
He called out, throwing himself forwards with an explosive punch. He felt the other boy's fist collide into his stomach and he let out a gust of wind, falling back into the offensive with short bursts of firepower. His wrists ached, but he pressed forwards still.

After a while of this, it was evident that both of them were tiring. Bakugo noted Kirishima's reflexes dulling and with one final sweep of the legs, he sent him tumbling to the ground. It appeared his own reflexes had slowed as well, as he didn't see the hand that gripped his shirt until he was tumbling to the ground, catching himself in time to keep from landing on the other boy's exposed chest.

Bakugo felt his wrists twinge in pain as he tried to catch his breath. "Good fight," he murmured, locking eyes with the boy who was mere inches beneath him. The shark toothed boy chuckled and Bakugo stood shakily. Checking his gloves again, he lowered a hand to the boy. It had been a while since he'd been able to fight like that, and this guy definitely had more guts than anyone he'd ever fought before. Perhaps that's why Bakugo felt the inclination to help him up. It's not like it meant anything.

"Kacchan, look out!"

Bakugo didn't have time to think as he raised his eyes, seeing only the massive surge of bright energy headed straight for his face.

Finally got this chapter done! It's hard splitting my focus on all of these different stories but I'll get there eventually! How are you liking this story so far? Let me know in the comments! ~TAK