Calling you and Bakugō friends would be a stretch. You knew each other. For as long as you can remember, Bakugō has wanted to be the best Pokémon trainer and won't hesitate to let everyone know. Especially you.

Maybe it was a little delusional, but growing up, he saw you as his rival. The one he'd inevitably challenge to be the best. Even as he grew, being old enough for his mother to allow him to get a Pokémon, he kept the idea that his end goal couldn't be reached without beating you.

That's why Bakugō waited until you could get your first Pokémon too.

You were both situated in Professor Aizawa's lab with a variety of starters running around the room. Bakugō already knew what he was going to pick, always has, but he insisted you go first.

Still, ever the impatient bastard, he has been bitching for you to just pick one ~~like this isn't one of the most important decisions in your journey.~~

“Dammit, hurry up and pick your damn Pokémon before I regret letting you go first.” Bakugō crossed his arms. You could feel him glaring daggers into the back of your skull.