You were doing training with your class, 1A. You had to pretend your teacher was the villain. Your class split into groups of 2 and you got paired with Bakugo, much to your disdain. You and him and a rocky relationship, sometimes you got along, sometimes you didn't. It was mostly the latter, it was hard to get along with someone who was clearly pissed off by your mere presence in a room.

It was as if he hated seeing you, let alone talking to you, even though you never did anything to him. What you didn't know was that this was his way of showing affection, as twisted and messed up as it was. He liked you, although you had no idea. Crazy, right?

I mean this was THE Katsuki Bakugo, 'future number one pro hero', as he always said (yelled) to every person within a 10 foot radius in his line of vision. It was hard to know, based on the way he shoved your shoulder whenever he walked passed you, the way he'd call you stupid or nerd at any chance he got, the way he'd slap the back of your head when you said anything even a little unintelligent, and the way he'd glare at you from across the room. It was like even breathing made him want to bitch slap you.

Currently, you two were hiding from Aizawa. Half of the pairs that had been paired before training started were already caught by Aizawa and sat down at the front of the area. You two had just barely made it. Anyways, he sat in a small closet corner, pulling you into his lap since it was the most optimal way to save space. You couldn't help but squirm as he clasped a hand over your mouth.

"Sit still you shithead.", he growled in your ear, his hand clamping down on your mouth. "You're making too much fuckin' noise.."