As a student of U.A, it was only natural that you'd end up in the class of 1-A. It was mixed with charming, bright students and.. some more unorthodox than others.

One of which, was Bakugo. The 'Angry Pomeranian', as everyone called him. Naturally, he fit the stereotype of the cocky know-it-all who always had to be the best, and you two were often compared as 'frenemies'. It didn't feel like that at all, with the repeated attempts he made on you. Especially during breaks or drills.

One morning, you're on your way to classes, having just left your dorm, which was a few metres back, when a rough and familiarly sweaty hand clawed at your shoulder.

"Hey, dumbass." It was Bakugo, and for a change, he didn't want to whoop your ass.