Grenade (KiriBaku)

Intro

*A/N so I might fiddle around with the perspective and find what suits me and this book best, so sorry if the perspective is confusing, I will go back and edit after a while. And I'm sorry I suck at starting the book but I swear I do have a plan on where this is going.

In a world where 80% of the population has a supernatural ability called a quirk, superheroes were everywhere and every kid wanted to be one at some point. Katsuki Bakugo was no exception, and he was lucky in the quirk department. Bakugo was born with an explosion quirk making him very powerful, to begin with, but on top of that, he was the most persistent child you can find.

*First day in 1-A*

Bakugo woke up early to his mother screaming at him from downstairs, "GET YOUR ASS UP YOU BRAT!!"

"MAKE ME YOU DUMB OLD HAG" he had screamed back. And to his shock and utter terror, she was violently stomping up the stairs towards his room. Unlike his dad, she would yell at him often and was not swayed by his yelling. Mitsuki practically body slammed the door she was walking so fast. Katsuki fell from his bed trying to get up fast enough to have a fighting chance against his mother.

"YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAIN BRAT?" She challenged.

"MAKE. ME. YOU DUMB. OLD. HAG." Any fear that had left his body before he had repeated himself came rushing back. She almost instantly had him in an arm lock against the wall asking him if he wanted to continue testing his luck and her patience. Katsuki lowly grumbled a "no" and she had left to continue making their breakfast.

After getting dressed and brushing his teeth (not without being yelled at for his screaming) he stomped downstairs where his mother and father were sitting at the table. His father, Masaru smiled at Katsuki walking towards them greeted him,

"Good morning, are you looking forward to your first day?"

Katsuki walked past him tch-ing as he crossed the threshold of the kitchen to grab a plate of eggs from the stove. He sat down the farthest he could be from his mother in case she decided to argue and smack him. It was fairly quiet until his father asked him,

"Excited to make new friends?"

"No, I'm not going to make any friends, I am better than all of the people that are in my class and don't need them" He replied almost instantly.

"Don't be so arrogant" his mother snapped at him.

That was the last thing said at breakfast and he made his way to school. Walking the halls before most of the other students got there was something he enjoyed doing regularly. He made his way to the classroom he was assigned and sat down with his feet on the desk opening up his phone.

Hearing someone else enter the room he decided not to look up, though this was short-lived. A tall male with glasses and eyebrows sponsored by Nike literally ran like a descendant of Sonic directly at him. Making a chopping motion with his hand directly at the ash-blonde he started telling him off about his feet.

"Eh!?" He said to mock the nerdy sonic. But just as he lost interest he saw a familiar greenest walk into his classroom.

"DEKU!!!!!!" He screamed at the cowering nerd.

"Kacchan, hi," he said hoping not to provoke the already fuming Bakugo to no avail. As he was yelling at Deku a homeless-looking man in a sleeping bag scooted through the door. When everyone was seated Bakugo took a look around at his new classmates to see who he would be stuck with for the term.

The class went outside for a quirk assessment and Bakugo got third place behind Momo and Icythot (sorry Todoroki). When he was watching the others he was confronted by a redhead shark boy.

"Hey man, I saw you doing your tests and couldn't help but think, you were pretty manly out there!" said the boy.

"What are you getting at dumb hair?" Bakugo asked suspiciously.

"Nothing I was just hoping to make friends today and I thought you were pretty cool, though a bit aggressive" He had responded like it was nothing.

"Piss off shitty hair," Bakugo said aggressively hoping to scare him off though he just laughed it off. I guess I'm stuck with him until I can get rid of him (Italics is thoughts of whoever's pov it is in)

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A/N I know this is kind of short but I have to get back to some of my school work, Like, Comment, and tell me what you think of this and what you would like done to this.