There was something wrong with Chousuke- Bakugou could practically feel the strangeness radiating off of him. He'd dragged himself into homeroom that morning looking pale with dark circles under his eyes, something that wasn't exactly unusual for him, so Bakugou paid no mind. He did start to become more concerned, however, when he didn't speak. Usually, Chousuke was bursting with life no matter how exhausted he was, and always made an effort to say good morning to everyone. 'Especially Deku,' he thought distastefully.
This morning, he barely acknowledged anyone's existence. He simply sat down in his seat and took to staring at his hands and picking his nails. He was the same through all of homeroom, and even during their English lesson with Present Mic.
He knew Chousuke could speak a bit of English, along with other more mainstream languages such as French, German, Spanish and Russian. He remembered him speaking a few sentences in each of the dialects and explaining to him that he picked it up due to his mother's television presence. A few of her interviews had been translated into other languages, and he used to watch all of them religiously with his siblings, so they all managed to pick some of it up. Knowing this, he couldn't understand why he wasn't answering at least some of the questions.
"Which of these English sentences is wrong?" Present Mic had loudly asked the class. Bakugou glanced over to Chousuke, who was staring at the board with an emotionless expression. It was obvious he knew the answer, he could see by the way he was staring at a certain answer, seemingly getting more and more agitated with each passing second. Bakugou couldn't help but think how normal the situation was- it was like they weren't even in a hero school. "Everybody, heads up! Let's get this party started!"
Chousuke groaned quietly at the teacher and moved his head to stare out of the window, while Bakugou was growing more concerned by the minute. He made a mental note to aggressively ask if he was alright later on.
"The relative pronoun is in the wrong place in number 4!" Some nerd shouted, probably Iida, and Present Mic confirmed it as correct. At this, Bakugou noticed Chousuke move so that his head rested in between his crossed arms on the desk, still staring out of the window. He didn't move for the rest of the lesson.
They didn't sit together at lunch, not that they were expected to. Bakugou sat with Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Mina, while Chousuke sat quietly with Deku, Uraraka and Iida. He wasn't saying anything, more just staring at the trio absently. Not that Bakugou was doing much else. He hadn't taken his eyes off of him the whole morning.
It was only during their afternoon classes that Chousuke finally spoke, almost making Bakugou flinch when he did so.
"Today's gone pretty slow, right Izu?" His speech sounded drawled and dull, like he was forcing himself to talk. He'd never heard him talk like that before. Something was definitely up.
"What?" Deku hummed. "I think it's gone fast, actually. I can't believe it's already the afternoon," he smiled at Chousuke, who clearly forced one back. It was shaky and dry, with no real happiness behind it whatsoever. Bakugou's chest seemed to tighten at the sight. God, was he really getting so pathetic that it made him sad to see some guy faking a smile? Granted, Chousuke wasn't just 'some guy'. Not to him, at least. But he still stood by what he'd thought- he was getting pathetic.
"I am..." The voice of All Might broke him away from his thoughts, the sound resonating from behind the classroom. "Coming through the door like a normal person!" He shouted, slamming it open suddenly and leaning forwards on his toes. He was clad in his classic hero costume with his blue cape flowing behind him almost comically.
"It's All Might!"
"Wow, he really is a teacher!"
"That's the costume from the Silver Age, isn't it?"
"It's style is so different, it's giving me goosebumps!"
All Might seemed to take their compliments with pride as he strode up to the podium at the front of the class. "I teach Hero Basic Training. It's a subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero. You'll take the most units of this subject!" He flexed his arm out. "Let's get right into it! This is what we'll do today," he whipped out an index card with the word 'BATTLE' written on it. "Combat training!"
"Combat..."
"Training..."
"And to go with that are these!" All Might gestured to the wall, where rows of cases with numbers on them sat. "Costumes made based on your quirks registrations and requests you sent in before school started."
Bakugou admittedly got excited at hearing this. He was pretty pumped to see his hero costume, especially after spending so long designing it. Even Chousuke seemed to perk up a bit, which almost brought a smile to Bakugou's face.
Everyone changed into their hero costumes, though Chousuke wasn't in the boys' changing room with the others. He grew a little angry at this- if the school was making him change in the bathroom or with the girls just because he was trans, he was ready to go full apeshit on the system. Unless Chousuke decided he wanted to change elsewhere: This realisation made him calm down slightly, and he continued putting his costume on with only a small amount of rage bubbling inside of him.
Chousuke ended up coming out a little later than everyone else; though he was certainly worth the wait. His hero costume was stupidly flashy, not that Bakugou expected anything less from him. It was a skintight blue jumpsuit with spots and stripes of green dotted around it randomly. Needless to say, the colour scheme was a bold choice. But Bakugou knew he wouldn't focus entirely on style- the suit also sported thick, sharp spikes on the shoulders, knee and elbow pads and the forearms of the costume, along with a pair of knuckle dusters on both of his gloved hands. These were presumably to cause more damage in his hits; Bakugou chuckled, suddenly eager to spar against him if given the chance.
The boy didn't seem to notice the red eyes boring into him, so he took the extra time to further analyse the other stylised aspects of Chousuke's suit. As said, it was skintight in a way that managed to hug and show off his body in all the right places. It was a little baggier around his chest, probably for breathing room, but clung to his hips, arms and legs so tightly he thought it might rip if he moved too far. Mainly though, Bakugou was just trying to keep his eyes away from the teardrop shaped hole around his stomach, exposing his navel and part of his ever so slightly defined abs.
He didn't know why the hole was there, probably just to drive him crazy during training, but he was verging between hating it and continuing to live purely to catch a glimpse of Chousuke's stomach. God, he wanted to touch hi-
"Woah, Yama-kun!" Bakugou was ripped away from his thoughts just in time, thanks to Kirishima's obnoxiously loud voice. Chousuke perked up a little and smiled a bit more genuinely at him, which made Bakugou happy to an extent. He was more or less just jealous that it wasn't him making him smile.
"Hey, Kirishima-san. I like your outfit." He smiled softly as the redhead slapped him on the back, being careful to avoid the spikes.
"Thanks, man! Yours too- super flashy!" Chousuke's smile grew a little wider and he thanked him, a small blush spreading across his face. Bakugou practically felt his world collapse. "Really though, you don't need to be so formal! Just call me Kiri, okay?" Kirishima grinned, to which Chousuke looked almost shocked for a moment.
"O-okay, Kiri." The blush returned, stronger this time, and Bakugou couldn't help but clench his fists in anger. He knew he couldn't stop Chousuke from liking or dating other people- he had no right. But he could still be mad as fuck about it. At least Kirishima seemed like an okay guy.
"Now it's time for combat training!" All Might suddenly shouted out to the class, making everyone turn to face him.
"Sensei!" Iida called out. "This is a battle centre from the entrance exam, will we be conducting the urban battle again?"
"No, we're going to move ahead two steps!" All Might held his fingers up in a peace sign. "Most of the time, fighting villains takes place outside. But if you look at the total numbers, atrocious villains appear indoors at a higher rate. Imprisonment, house arrest, backroom deals- in this society filled with heroes... Truly intelligent villains hide in the shadows! For this class, you'll be split into villains and heroes and fight 2-on-2 indoor battles."
"Without basic training?" The frog girl, Tsuyu, perked up.
"This is a real battle to understand those basics! However, the key this time is that there's no robot you can just beat up."
"How will the wins and losses be determined?"
"Can we beat them up anyway?"
"Will the punishment be expulsion like with Aizawa-sensei?"
"How shall we be split up?"
"Isn't this cape amazing?"
"I'll answer all your questions! Now listen here," All Might shouted out as he brought out a deck of index cards. "The situation is that the villains have hidden a nuclear weapon somewhere in their hideout. The heroes are trying to dispose of that. The heroes need to catch the villains or get the nuclear weapon back in the allotted time. The villains need to protect the weapon for the whole time or catch the heroes. Teams and opponents will be determined by drawing lots!" He revealed a yellow box labelled 'LOTS'.
"They're being decided so haphazardly?" Iida called out again.
"Pros often have to create makeshift teams with heroes from other agencies, so maybe that's why?" Midoriya commented rather happily. Iida apologised to All Might, who acknowledged it and proceeded with drawing the lots.
(the pairs are gonna be different from the actual anime bc holy s h i t deku and bakus fight scene goes on for fucking hours i cant be doing that boi ive got 4 kids (2 dogs and 2 cacti) to take care of)
Team A: Midoriya Izuku and Uraraka Ochako
Team B: Todoroki Shouto and Iida Tenya
Team C: Yaoyorozu Momo and Mineta Minoru
Team D: Yamamoto Chousuke and Bakugou Katsuki
Team E: Ashido Mina and Aoyama Yuuga
Team F: Sato Rikido and Kouda Koji
Team G: Kaminari Denki and Kyouka Jirou
Team H: Asui Tsuyu and Tokoyami Fumikage
Team I: Ojiro Mashirao, Hagakure Tooru and Mezo Shouji
Team J: Kirishima Eijirou and Sero Hanta
Bakugou froze up after seeing that he was on the same team as Chousuke. He glanced over to where he was standing, him just having read the pairs, and met his eyes as he turned around to look at Bakugou. He flinched and swallowed nervously, before giving the angry blonde and shaky smile and a wave. The other rolled his eyes and walked off towards All Might before his incredibly obvious blush became known. Everyone quickly gathered round when he brought out the yellow box, Chousuke cautiously standing next to his new partner and trying to ignore his menacing aura.
"The first teams will be..." He rummaged around in the box for a moment, before pulling out the team's letters. "These guys!" The cards read:
The villain group, D: Yamamoto and Bakugou
The hero group, J: Kirishima and Sero
'Fuck's sake,' Bakugou grumbled to himself inwardly, before glancing over at Chousuke, who was already looking at him. He flinched and went a little red-faced from essentially being caught staring, and laughed nervously.
"Guess we're villains, huh. Don't go too into character." He lightly punched Bakugou's shoulder in an attempt to be playful and lighthearted, despite being depressed all day. Bakugou huffed and looked away from him, muttering a small 'whatever' in return.
'Do you ever think he doesn't like you back because you're a fucking asshole to him?' He suddenly thought, managing to become angered at his own subconscious as he stormed off towards the area as All Might dismissed everyone. He was determined to show off to Chousuke in this test. There was a strange vision in his head of him holding a beaten Kirishima and Sero as Chousuke swooned over his strength in the background and immediately asked for his hand in marriage. A little far fetched, he could admit, but you never know.
He was going to prove himself today.