Being a transfer student from your homeland to Japan, it was kind of nerve wracking to go to a new hero school, going to a class where everybody knows each other except you, and having to learn their language to communicate with them. And as much as you could handle it, that didn't mean you weren't slightly paranoid about what people thought about you. What made it worse was that you were transferring in the second semester, which meant that everyone would be friends except you.

Class 1-A was actually quite welcoming and kind, except for one student - his name was....bakugo, as much as you could remember. And you two didn't have the best first impression. You were walking through the dormitory building and accidentally bumped into his shoulder, which caused him to implode on you and almost use his explosions if it wasn't for the spiky and red haired boy.

You made some friends, but the only thing was that...you couldn't stop arguing with Bakugo. God he was so annoying....right...annoying. When fighting in hero class some of your friends caught yourself staring at him for long and that you’ve been talking about him a lot. They just didn't understand. Bakugo seemed like a prick, but to you, for some reason, there was something more. You needed to uncover it somehow. And your suspicions were right because you overheard Midoriya and Bakugo fighting in ground beta at night.

School was over, and everyone was already headed towards the dormitory building - leaving you and the prickly boy behind. Finally...a chance to talk to him alone.

"Hey uh... Bakugo, can I talk to you for a second without you getting all riled up this time?“ You stated, a slight tint dusting your cheeks. Stupid feelings.

"What do you want extra? I don't have time for useless stuff. Make it quick." He grumbled impatiently, already scowling despite the fact that you barely said a word.