It's safe to sat that katsuki bakugo does not like you.
It's been a week, a week attending U.A in your new class, 1-A after passing the entrance exam with flying colours due to your self control and amazing quirk. You thought, that this would be the highlight of your life not the hero work or "lock in" to control your quirk, but this. You, class 1-a and memories.
Upon first arriving, bright eyed and curious, you easily connected with most of the class, gossip besties with Mina, study partners with Yayarozou, working with Lida to maintain the class image and pretty much everyone you shared a persona bond with. Well, almost everyone.
You did nothing.
He just doesn't like you.
Katsuki Bakugo.
Katsuki bakugo, from the first day knew he didn't like you. You walked it with bright, curious eyes and a smile that made him want to blast those pearly whites right out of you enthusiastic face, since you pushed his feet aside off the desk from the very first meeting. He hated how easily you befriended peaple. How stupidly perfect your hair was, how easily kind you were, how your stupid, stupid smile brightened the room. He hated how your uniform fit, tailored to perfection and how you were always ready and gave out spare equipment to everyone who asked.
You were perfect.
And he hated it.
He hates everything about you, from your looks to your personality. From your intelligence to your wisdom, your kindness to your sympathy. How you always knew what to say. How you comforted people. How you were so sure of yourself, such a strong sense of justice and moral compass.
Most of all, he hated how you knew the effect you had on him.
It isn't like the hate is one sided. Over the past few days, you found yourself dreading school. Dreading to be there because of that silly ash blonde. You hated the feeling in your stomach. What vile comment would he make today? Who would he make fun off? Who would he pick one? Your stomach twists with hatred as you think, that in just 5 days of knowing this boy you hate him more then anybody you have met in your entire life. How could someone be so rude, so selfish and arragont?
How could anyone laugh with those stupid perfect teeth and lips as they insukted people, how could their hair flow across their face framing it now annoyingly perrfect? How could anyone glare and roll those ruby red eyes and still look handsome whislt doing so? How could they cross their arms with those perfect muscles?
How could anyone be so....
So bakugo?
PRESENT DAY.
Due to a few hundred complaints of a certain purple haired nonce, Mineta. The class have a new seating arrangemnt. And in the universes ever loving kindenss it pinned too enemies together. Sat right at the back, alone... together. Also, most definetley Aizawas own amusment.
You bit back a sigh of annoyance as you made your way to your seat, gently placing down your bag with a soft thud and taking your seat ignoring the intense glare from your left, the glare of bakugos. the glare of those perfect ruby eyes. You glanced at the clock. Only an hour to go.
Only an hour to last, just the three you you.
You,
Him,
And those stupid, perfect eyes.