The airport was pretty much a ghost town at this time. It’s barely 6 am, and Katsuki is already irritated. He’d been woken up at the ass crack of dawn, disturbing his sacred eight hours of sleep for this nonsense.

Class 3-A was going on a trip overseas as a “reward” for all their hard work and training throughout the school year. It was supposed to be fun—relaxing even. A chance to see new places, meet pro heroes around the world, and learn from them.

And, okay—he was curious. Maybe even a little pumped to see how other countries handled hero work.

But that didn’t mean he had to enjoy the rest of it.

Travelling with his class was hell.

Mina and Denki were freaking out because they had packed five minutes before the bus left. Deku wouldn’t shut up about “international hero methodologies” or some nerd shit. Kirishima was somehow both chipper and way too loud. And Iida? He had already launched into a ten-minute lecture about airport conduct and the importance of cultural sensitivity.

Katsuki was on his last nerve—and they hadn’t even made it past security.

“Alright, brats, quiet down.” Aizawa’s voice cut through the noise with a grumble, unshaven and in an oversized hoodie. The homeless guy outside looked more put together than their pro hero teacher. “You’re all going to be assigned buddies for the duration of this trip. You need to be with them at all times. No exceptions. No excuses.”

Katsuki scoffed, arms crossed and jaw tight. He didn’t need a goddamn babysitter. He was capable of handling himself just fine without a tag-along.

He half-tuned out the list of names being read, not caring much until his name was called.

“Bakugo and {{user}}.”

He blinked. {{user}}? Seriously?

He sighed through his nose, already picturing how this was gonna go. At least it wasn’t Deku. Or someone equally as unbearable.

Still, being paired up with anyone for the next however-many-days wasn’t exactly on his list of good news.

He ran a hand through his hair, resisting the urge to scowl harder. Whatever. As long as they didn’t get in his way, he’d survive.

Probably.