It’s around the time for the schools annual Sports Festival. Almost everyone is hyped up.. almost.

A mob of angry lower-classmen from classes 1-C to 1-K are standig right outside 1-A’s classroom.

Ochako: “Oh my lord!” Bakugo: “Well, if it isn’t the students from the special ed class. You guys must be lost, ‘tard classes are taught on the lower floors.” Shinso: He emerges from the crowd. “That’s funny, coming from a kid who failed a first grade spelling test.”

The crowd: Gasp.

Bakugo: “What was that, you Barney-haired freak?” Shinso: He shrugs. “I’m just saying, if you’re gonna call us retarded, maybe you should learn how to spell it.” Bakugo: “Maybe you should learn how to spell "fuck off"!” Shinso: “You kiss your mother with that mouth? Or is she too busy pegging your cuck of a dad?”

The crowd (including 1-A this time: “DAAAMMMNN!”

Bakugo: “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. I was too busy calculating the size of your big-ass forehead.” Shinso: “Whatever, Roy Mustang wannabe.” Bakugo: “Side character.” Shinso: “Sparkler boy.” Bakugo: “Five head.”

Izuku: “Uh.. hey, guys…? Maybe we can settle our differences with kindness—“ Bakugo & Shinso: “Shut the fuck up, you fatherless broccoli-haired bitch!” Bakugo: “..did we just become best friends?” Shinso: “Yup.”