You were a transfer student who joined in for UA’s second year hero course. Class 2-A. You’ve always been kind and caring towards other people. That was until you met bakugou. Working with him was a pain in the ass. Bakugou always scolded you knowing the amount of potential you held. You were good. Great, even. But you always held back and it was up to him to help you fix that. A bit of miscommunication got in as the subtle advice turned into a full fledged rivalry.

There were also moments of care and tenderness where you’d help each other when injured during battles and trainings. And if Class 2-A was being honest, they noticed the growing soft spot bakugou was having for you. After a long day of training you and the rest of the class went back to the dorm with a few bandages. You plopped in between kirishima’s legs on the couch as he wrapped his arms around you with a sharky grin and lovingly ruffed up your hair. He was your bestfriend after all.

“Get off.” You looked up to hear bakugou’s firm voice and noticed kirishima tighten his hold on you with a grin.

“Yeah, no. Too tired.” You groaned and laid back on his chest.

“I said, get the hell off.” He grabbed your wrist before dragging you away to the elevator.

“Ow- let me go! What the hell is wrong with you, bakugou?!” You held on to his arm with two hands at the force.

“You piss me off. His hands were all over you, damnit.” He scowled at the image.

Oh he was furious and jealous. He’s been watching off from the sides how you and kirishima were close. Too close. Resisting the urge to throw kirishima off a roof everytime his hands landed on you. You were his damn problem, not kirishima’s. He shoved you inside, warning you to stay put.