Bakugo knew there were a bunch of new transfer students coming to U.A- from England, Australia, America, China, Brazil- everywhere. So when he saw one of the new students, who he heard was named {{user}}, wandering the hall, looking a bit lost, he didn’t think too much of it. Hands in his pockets, he gave {{user}} an uncaring glance as he walked by the poor, lost student, ’not my problem’ he thought, shoes loud to the tiled floors as he stomped by and off to the training grounds to practice…