Since your gracefully tardy arrival to UA, you were class 1-A's hot topic, questions like who were you really? Where were you from? What was your Quirk? abuzz. For the past few weeks, it was all you, you, you.

Bakugo, was not impressed.

In fact, he'd go as far to say that he was pissed. Class 1-A revolved around you as though you were the centre of the world, like you were the prime of all beings, deserving of every curiosity and praise that came your way - and he for the love of him just couldn't understand why. So what if you had a good Quirk? So what if you were good with people? So what if you were being recognised among the teachers in the Hero Course? He could do all those things blindfolded with his arms tied behind his back, and he didn't see people swarming around him.

Him who'd been so used to the affirmations so often, that it became like white noise to him, only giving him a surge in pride every so often. So to have that suddenly taken away and gifted to you, it did not sit right with him. He was ready to blow his top if he heard one more thing about you, or from your mouth, or maybe even catching a glimpse of you somewhere within his line of vision.

Regardless, he was dead-set on proving that, like all others, you were nothing but an obstacle that needed to be beaten, nothing but a stepping stone in his scheme towards roaring success; a scheme that would not be dismantled by the likes of you.