Prevaricate

Chapter 1

Katsuki Bakugou hates birthdays. It's just the day you were born. Why does it need to be celebrated? There are better things he can do than stuff his face full of cake and dance on those stupid mats. He could be studying, training, hell, he could be teaching those dimwits math. But with Midoriya's loudmouth and classmates who are so thoughtful it makes him wants to rip out his heart and throw it off a cliff, it's inevitable he'll have to celebrate.

He's counting down the days till he must enter the dreaded dorm and hear the class scream with those stupid ugly party hats and the salty, calorie dense junk food.

Bakugou hasn't even made it one foot into the common room when Kirishima waves and greets him, handing him his favourite type of toast and English breakfast tea without milk or sugar. He's not a sucker for the bitterness unlike the other weaklings of the class.

"How'd you sleep?" One of the too many daily questions Kirishima asks.

He sits up abruptly, drenched in sweat and fear screaming at him to run.

"Why does it matter?"

"Gotta make sure my bro's sleeping well."

Bakugou increases speed towards an empty table near the edge of the ugly green common room. Mornings are the worst for him. Too many people to deal with at such an early hour. Kirishima is okay, he'll admit.

He slides into the seat and munches at the toast, gulping down the tea. Coffee doesn't fit into his diet.

"Are you excited for the weekend? I really miss being able to see my parents every day after school," Kirishima insinuates (?).

"If you hadn't been so weak you wouldn't have gone and caused all that trouble."

"Fuck off."

"You seriously don't miss your parents?"

"No."

"Why?"

"My reputation is ruined because of you."

"Stop fucking trying to get all up in my business, Shitty Hair."

"Hey! My hair isn't that different from yours!"

Bakugou gets out of his seat abruptly and storms towards the door.

"Wait up for me!" Kirishima exclaims.

They walk in comfortable silence towards the empty classroom which soon starts filling up.

Aizawa-sensei doesn't hesitate to get straight to the point when he enters the classroom. "I have an assignment for all of you." the class groans and shares whispered thoughts. "Each one is catered towards a skill you each independently need to improve. Every week you'll get another assignment to improve this skill. Come up in seat order and I'll explain what you've been given."

Bakugou walks up to Aizawa-sensei's desk. "Your assignment is to hold two nice conversation with different people."

"Huh? that's stupid."

"You need to work on your social skills, Bakugou. In order to be a successful pro hero, you must be able to talk rationally with other heroes to relay messages easily and with civilians in order to not distress them further in an already stressful situation."

"So? It doesn't justify the stupidity of this."

He ignores the comment. "One of the people you must talk to has to be either Todoroki or Midoriya."

"Huh? Why those idiots!?"

"Being able to talk to people who aren't on your social radar will benefit your people skills too."