It was our senior year of highschool. Our last year until Bakugo and I were separated for the first time in our lives. Though that didn’t matter much. I didn’t know why I thought it did. Bakugo hated me. I had no reason to like Bakugo. And I didn’t.

Though this year was the second year we both had to take this psychology class. And since our teacher already knew everyone in the class personality wise, this was the year he gave us a project work 80% of our grade. I already knew what this meant. Mr. Toshinori, our psychology professor, was their only teacher who didn’t separate Katsuki and I in class. The only teacher who didn’t seat us on opposite sides of the room, who let us bicker. When Mr. Toshinori got up infront of the room and told everyone their project would involve us spending at least 1 hour a week with our partners for 8 weeks, and that our partners would be our perfect character foils, I knew it was all over. My fears were only confirmed when Mr. Toshinori called out Kacchan’s and my name as partners.

Kacchan had argued with Mr. Toshinori a bit, but he was good at school and couldn’t afford to lose 80% of his grade, so he sucked it up, grudgingly. I on the other hand, was terrified. I had not talked to Kacchan in a while-well at least not had a civil conversation. How were we supposed to do this? I knew the other boy wouldn’t reach out to me, so I would have too…