"Quiet down, eyes up here," Aizawa said to his class.
With the UA networking event happening the coming weekend, Aizawa was cracking down on his students' social abilities. Many of them were already networking pros, like Momo and Iida, but there were a few that were sorely lacking in that area.
"With the event décor already set up in the ballroom, we'll be practicing our manners. I'm lookin' at you, Kaminari," Aizawa grumbled, shooting his scarf out to the boy and yanking him back into his seat. Kaminari yelped and turned to pay attention. "We will be practicing elevator speeches. Anybody know what that is?"
Midoriya's hand shot into the air. "It's when you pack down all the important information about yourself into a minute or two!"
Aizawa nodded. "Correct. Not only will it need to hit the important points, but you'll need to be engaging and friendly. This event is going to be a big opportunity for you guys to expand your networks. Do not pass up this chance. Y/N, if you would," He said, beckoning Y/N up to the front with his finger.
Y/N stood up from the back of the room and strutted to the front. She was wearing vintage aviators, a leather jacket, and black combat boots. She had a fake mustache on her upper lip. Her jacket had a fake police batch on the front, and she took a drag from an imaginary cigarette. She looked ridiculous, and the class laughed as she took a dramatic bow, winking at Uraraka in the front row who giggled in response.
"Y/N was kind enough to agree to being our agency rep today. You'll be treating her as you'd treat any agency. She will be evaluating you on different criteria, and if you don't perform well, she will be reporting back to me. So don't mess it up."
"So we're all just waiting for a turn to talk to Y/N?" Sero asked.
"Y/N isn't the only one you'll be interacting with during this activity. You'll be conversing with each other and playing the part. When I blow my whistle, you'll rotate your partner. Understood?" The class nodded, excited.
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"So, Mr. Kirshima, Tell me about yourself," Y/N said, trying not to laugh.
"Please, call me Eijirou!" Kirishima played along, his hand extended to her. She shook it, smiling back at him. "My quirk is hardening. I'm able to harden and sharpen my skin to become rock-like."
"Mhm, mhm, very interesting. What kind of experience do you have?" She questioned, stroking her chin.
From across the room, Bakugou stared as Y/N and Kirishima were laughing together. He frowned and watched as Kirishima grabbed her hand and kissed it. She pretended to faint, only making both of them laugh harder.
"Bakugou?" Deku asked, trying to get the blonde's attention.
"Huh? What?" Bakugou snapped, turning to face his partner again. "Oh. Right. Very interesting."
Midoriya sighed. "It's your turn, Kacchan."
"Oh. Uh, I make explosions." He turned back to watch Y/N, who was now... acting out some combat move with Kirishima. The hell were those idiots doing?
Izuku had given up trying to get Bakugou to pay attention. The whistle blew, releasing him from the bad conversation with him, and he made his way to someone else. Kaminari sat at the table replacing him.
"Sup, 'suki-- I mean, hello sir, I'm Chargebolt, your go-to electrical hero," Kaminari greeted, puffing out his chest. "What might your name be?"
"Bakugou."
"Dude, your hero name," Denki whispered.
"Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight."
Kaminari nodded. "Very cool, very cool." An awkward silence followed. Bakugou went back to staring at Y/N, who was now picking at her nails and ignoring a very angry looking Mineta. He chuckled at that, feeling rather proud of her.
"Look, I get you've got a thing going on with Y/N, but I need a good grade, so if you could--"
"Huh? The hell are you talking about?" Bakugou demanded, immediately becoming defensive.
"Your crush on her or whatever. Can we just continue the--"
"I do NOT have a crush on that shithead," Bakugou snarled, pointing an accusing finger at Kaminari's face.
"Really? Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you taking her clothes off this morning," he retorted, wiggling his eyebrows. "I don't blame you, Bakubro, she's got a nice--"
"Shut the fuck up before I melt you."
Kaminari laughed. "Dude, just ask her out! I'm sure you're better in bed than Hawks--" He gasped and covered his mouth.
Bakugou's head whipped back to stare at Kaminari. "She's slept with Hawks?"
"Fuck. Oh fuck. Please don't tell anyone I said that. When Mina gets back from her trip she's gonna kill me, please don't say anything--"
"God, shut up! I don't care!" Bakugou growled, rolling his eyes.
So she had slept with Hawks.
Several half-assed conversations later, Bakugou was sitting at Y/N's table. She was stroking her fake mustache. "Ah, Mr. Bakugou. I've heard of you. You're the one with the anger problem, eh?"
"Hey, you're not exactly--" He started, but Y/N raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed. "I have been known for that. But I am... not that anymore," he lied.
"Mmm, good to hear! Tell me about yourself, Dynamight," she said, leaning against the table.
Bakugou paused for a moment. "You know my hero name? You do some research, sir?" he teased, clearly directing the question at Y/N rather than the character she was playing.
Her cheeks flushed a bit. "Ah-- yes, well--"
"Not surprised. I have quite a few fans," he dared, leaning on the table too. "You're blushing, sir. Should I get you a glass of water?"
Y/N's jaw dropped. Adrenaline shot through his body at being able to make her flush red.
"Tell me about your quirk," she demanded, changing the subject.
"I make explosions."
"You make explosions, huh? How?"
"With my quirk."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "Okay, awesome. Informative. Glad I got to know you better."
"You're awfully sarcastic for an agency rep. Not very professional," he teased, taking a sip from the plastic cup of water in front of him.
"I'm not professional? You're about as good at conversation as Todoroki."
Bakugou glared at her for the insulting comparison. "Fuck you. I'm better than that fucking half and half."
"If you swear like that at the event, you're not going to--"
"You've got a sailor's mouth too and we both know it," he interrupted. "You're going to be swearing there just as much as me, smartass."
"I'm not participating."
Bakugou glared at her. "The fuck you mean you're not participating?"
"I'm not a student here, Dynamight. And I don't have a quirk. You really think an agency is gonna want my sorry ass?"
Bakugou scoffed. "Agencies need tinkers, too. Not just heroes."
Y/N shrugged. "Sure, but this event isn't about me getting scouted, it's about you guys getting scouted. I'm supposed to stay out of the way."
"They told you that?" Bakugou snapped. "Those assholes--"
"It was implied. I'm not mad. I mean... I get it, y'know? I'm supposed to stay under the radar. Play it cool. I won't even be wearing a hero costume, probably just some dress I'll borrow from Momo. I'm lucky I'm invited in at all."
It still didn't feel right to Bakugou. She was a part of the group now, and her being excluded pissed him off.
"Plus, I don't exactly want to talk to Hawks again. It's a blessing that I don't have to engage with the agencies."
"Don't stress, Tinkerbell, he'll be blown sky high if he even tries," he said without thinking. It came out much more possessive than he wanted.
"You think you can take Hawks?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Bakugou barked out a laugh. "What, that shithead? He's only ranked #2 because women want to sleep with him."
"Well then you better start finding hookups so you can be #1," she teased.
"No fucking thanks."
Y/N laughed. "Are you saving yourself for marriage, Mr. Dynamight?"
"Shut up. I just don't do hookups."
Y/N looked surprised to hear that, putting her chin in her hand and leaning forward to study his face. Her eyes were dancing trying to hold back her laughter. "So at what point does Katsuki Bakugou consider sex acceptable?"
He stared at her for a bit before answering her, examining the look on her face. "You trying to get in my pants, Y/N?"
Y/N laughed. "No chance."
"Mhm, so you're just gonna pretend you haven't been staring at my lips? You want a taste, Tinkerbell?"
Bakugou only had a few seconds to enjoy the look on her face before Aizawa blew his whistle and he had to leave Y/N, who was thoroughly flustered.