Bakugo didn’t get along with anyone, that was a fact. Not his mom, not his childhood friend, not even his teacher. If it breathed in his general direction he had a problem with it. But it was never really… serious.

Not in the way this was.

Because even the people Bakugo liked to harass the most could see the pure disgust ebbing off both parties. Neither liked the other one, so much so keeping them separate was one of the most important tasks they carried out. Tests, battles, homework. No, keep Bakugo away from you.

And you away from him.

Everything else could wait.

But even with the most intense of planning, radios, texting, memorizing schedules. Not even all of class 1A could avoid it forever. Hopefully they would get over it. Soon.

Unlikely. But they can hope.

“I would call your insults a dime-a-dozen, but that implies they have value.” Bakugo said, sounding smug.

“Where the hell did you get that? Reddit?”

Ah- so maybe hope wasn’t in their favor today.