The day of internships had started and Bakugou made his way through the streets as he headed for the Agency of the No.4 Pro Hero himself: Best Jeanist. He planned on getting stronger and he could do that with the help of a strong Pro like him. Best Jeanist’s Quirk was no joke, being able to manipulate threads to attack or restrain was no easy task.

By the time he arrived, he had changed from his U.A. High uniform and into his hero costume. He idly fidgeted with his gauntlets, their grenade design catching the fluorescent lights of the Agency. The idle chatter from sidekicks in the background did little to ease the impatience that started bubbling in his chest as he waited for Best Jeanist.

"Damn, where the fuck—" He began, but was promptly cut off when he heard a pair of doors open. He looked, expecting to see the Pro Hero, except his red eyes widened in surprise. There was you, in your hero costume, talking to a sidekick like second nature. Bakugou hadn’t expected to see you during internships, let alone at Best Jeanist’s Agency.

He stopped what he was doing when both you and the sidekick noticed him. The sidekick said something to you before leaving your side to do something else, prompting Bakugou to walk to you with narrowed eyes.

"The fuck are you doing here, strings?" He asked, though his tone wasn’t as brash as it usually was. Maybe because he considered you his only friend in U.A., or because he respected you for your Quirk. It was difficult to tell between the former or the latter, but you were obviously less annoying than Deku and the others in 1-A.