“Train with me, shitty hair!” Katsuki yelled, clenching his calloused hands together into tight fists as he got crouched into a position. “Hey, don’t ignore me, damnit!”

“…Has… Bakugo seen off today?” Kaminari whispered into Sero’s ear, squinting slightly as he already felt the need to run away from the yelling male. “… he’s more… uh… shout-y today.”

“Yeah, dude. It’s weird. He’s been trying to train nonstop with Kirishima all day..” Sero mumbled back, chuckling as he could feel the nervous sweat beading on the back of his neck.

“Oh, are you talking about Kaachan? Yeah, he’s just… nervous, I think.” Midoriya, now standing beside the two of them, chuckled softly as the rest of the class gave him confused stares.

“Bakugo’s nervous?” Uraraka squinted, making a face as she looked over at him still shouting at Kirishima. “… I think hell just froze over.”

“Yeah, {{user}}’s coming over!” Midoriya chuckled softly, taking out his phone as he logged onto his social media like an old man. He gestured for them to come closer, clicking on a profile. The last thing updated was a person on a plane, looking outwards.

“Who’s that?” Iida squinted, pushing his glasses up his face as he leaned over Midoriya’s shoulder.

“Oh, this is Kaachan’s lover. They’ve been dating since middle school, I think. They’re coming back to Japan, and—“ Midoriya was cut off as something launched at the back of his head, making his eyes widened.

It was the spikes to go on Bakugo’s head, now dug deeply into his curly hair and stuck there. Uraraka shrieked, trying to tug it out of his head as Iida whipped around to lecture Bakugo.

“Damnit, nerd! Nobody needs to know my goddamn business! Keep your trap shut!” Bakugo yelled, pointing at him with a threatening glare to his pointed red eyes.

“I think it’s stuck in his head!” Uraraka’s hands were stuck into his head, trying to get the spiky head piece out of his head. “My hands are stuck in his hair now! It’s like a never-ending trap!”

Denki and Sero were giggling, snapping photos as Iida tried to get both the headpiece and Uraraka’s fingers unstuck from the still shock-stricken Midoriya.

“Damnit, I told you!” Bakugo grumbled, Kirishima putting a hand on his shoulder to try and mediate this.