Notes: Yay! Kacchako Positivity Week is here! Despite the fact that I have a million other things going on, I decided that I wanted to participate in this weekly event since I've never fully done one. I have all seven prompts finished so all I have to do is post them on the days. How exciting! At first, I wasn't sure what to do, but then I decided on sticking with a specific AU or theme and tying them all together. Then the idea for a daemon AU popped into my head and obviously I couldn't let that go. I did more research on people's daemons than turned out to be necessary, so watch me write more for this AU since I've fallen in love with it.

Notes on daemons
Katsuki Bakugou: Eurasian Wolf - Mako
Ochako Uraraka: Asian Golden Cat - Hayato
Izuku Midoriya: Maned Wolf - Tomoko
Denki Kaminari: Platypus - Hikaru

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Day Zero - First Day

It wasn't until Ochako stepped fully into the class did she see the giant wolf daemon lounging on the edge of the room. Her heart leapt into her throat and she nearly scooped Hayato in her arms out of habit. However, she was in the hero course now and she couldn't let herself get worked up over someone's daemon, no matter how massive and dangerous they looked.

Ochako had been raised not to judge people based on what their daemons settled as, but it was difficult sometimes. She'd never seen a wolf daemon in person and the ones she'd seen on television or in movies had, well, belonged to villains. This wolf was attached to someone that wanted to be a hero though and she felt a little ashamed for allowing the prejudiced thought to cross her mind. A wolf daemon wasn't necessarily bad. It could be a symbol of strength or determination.

Honestly, she was going to need to look at things differently if she was going to become a hero. She couldn't get scared by someone simply because their daemon was much more ferocious or larger than hers. She'd have to get over it, both her and Hayato, who was admittedly more apt to judge daemons since he was one.

Unfortunately, the daemon must've seen her freeze because its golden brown eyes swept in her direction, landing on her so solidly that she felt rooted to the spot. Most people's daemons were either polite or distant, so they kept their focus on other daemons. She'd never had someone else's look at her so thoroughly, as if it could see right through her and measure her worth, and it admittedly shook her up. This wasn't just impolite; it was almost unheard of. Did the person's daemon have no manners? Did it not care about certain taboos? Even her parents' daemons referred to hers more often than not.

In response, Hayato slid between her legs to step in front of her, his hackles raised and tail bushy as could be, so close to hissing. As impossible as it sounded, the wolf seemed to give them a lupine grin and then languidly yawned, its sharp teeth gleaming in the light. The bored action made Hayato seem small in comparison and she could tell that he was frustrated.

Ignore it, Ochako told him as they made their way to a desk.

I'll scratch that smug grin off its face, Hayato declared. Gracefully hopping on top of her desk, he shot the wolf daemon one more glare before laying down. Ochako sighed. Honestly, she did not want to make enemies on her first day, but it was difficult to not do that when a daemon antagonized hers upon first sight.

As she pulled her things out of her backpack, Ochako tried to stealthily scan the room to figure out whose daemon belonged to who, most importantly that wolf. She knew Deku's and Iida's daemons on sight, having taken the Hero Entrance Exam with them. Deku's daemon kind of reminded her of the wolf, but his was smaller, redder, and had long thin legs. She also noted that, while Deku was comfortable enough to sit near it, his daemon edged around the wolf and sat out of its reach, which seemed to amuse the wolf.

Ochako's eyes slid from the daemons up to the boy sitting behind Deku. Well, she couldn't really call it sitting, not with the way his feet were propped on the desk and he was leaning precariously back in his chair. As soon as she caught sight of his face, she knew the wolf belonged to him. There was an equally wolfish smirk on his face and his red eyes were just as sharp as the wolf's teeth. She'd never seen a person and their daemon look so alike.

As if sensing eyes on him, the boy's eyes flickered over to her, but she quickly ducked her head to avoid being seen. She had a feeling that he would've viciously snapped at her if he'd thought she was staring at him, but since there was no one yelling, she knew that she hadn't been caught. That was a relief.

Subtle, Hayato pointed out.

Ochako's face was still a little pink when she zipped up her backpack and sat straight. She glared at her daemon, but ran her fingers through his beautiful golden fur way he liked. He was conscious enough not to purr in delight like some silly house cat, but he did flick his tail to let him know that he was happy. She was happy too. They were going to be heroes! They'd make everyone proud and give her parents the life of comfort they deserved.

She would focus on that. It didn't matter what daemons her classmates' had. She wouldn't let that intimidate her. So what if that was one of the largest daemons she'd ever seen? It wasn't like it could do anything to her. Maybe it could gobble up Hayato in a few bites, but it wouldn't dare. There would be fights, to be sure - no one's daemons came out of a hero course unscathed - but Hayato was up for the challenge. She'd made sure to have a long discussion with him about it before applying to UA. This wasn't just her life, after all. What happened to her happened to him.

Together they would become heroes.

But first they had to survive high school.

Truth be told, the first day that Katsuki recognized Uraraka or her daemon wasn't until their match at the Sports Festival, which, in Mako's opinion, was kind of stupid. She was like that though, always pointing things out to him that no one else would dare. One) he wouldn't dare hurt her, even if she did say things to piss him off sometimes; and two) because she was right and he could admit that. His daemon was sharp as a tack and on point.

Having multiple interactions with Uraraka brought up to him had not been pleasant, seeing as how it made him realize just how unobservant he'd been.

Not only should he have paid attention to his classmates more so he could've known how to play to their strengths and weaknesses more, but he should've noticed their daemons as well. Of course you couldn't judge a person by their daemon. His mom had a delicate swan daemon and was an utter nightmare. All Might had a beetle and destroyed that Nomu specifically built to defeat him. Uraraka had some pretty golden cat and had dropped a meteor shower on him after he'd repeatedly blown her up a handful of times.

Her daemon's pretty bold, considering how cute they look, Mako mused.

Katsuki scowled, refusing to respond to that. Now that they were waiting for their turn in the next round, all he could do was watch the other matches in order to figure out who he was going to defeat to get to the top. No way was he going to let Deku with his weird daemon or Icy Hot with that prissy fox win.

Unfortunately, his eyes kept finding their way over to Uraraka, who was sitting in the row in front of him to his left. She'd been mostly healed by Recovery Girl with a few injuries bandaged so she wouldn't be completely out of commission. It was a little disconcerting to see her cheering and laughing after seeing her pass out from overusing her quirk. It was even more troublesome when he remembered how Mako had padded over to her little daemon and nudged it gently with her nose.

Neither one of them were prone to becoming close to people and that meant their daemons too. He could count on his hands the number of times on one hand that Mako had spoken to someone else. She'd stare a person down until they looked away from discomfort, but rarely grace them with her raspy and melodic voice. She wasn't warm with other daemons either, typically because she didn't care to be around any that could be considered prey.

She did, however, take notice of them, which she was now pointing out with glee. Contrary to Katsuki's mostly blank expression, except for the faint near-permanent scowl on his face, Mako was grinning, her tongue lolling out like some sort of dog's. She acted like that sometimes whenever she was particularly pleased. Beating Uraraka and her cat daemon had put her in a good mood, to the point where she was egging him on.

You didn't notice her the first day of school? Mako pressed curiously.

Why the hell would I? Katsuki dismissed, keeping his eyes forward and on the arena.

All humans and daemons could have these mental conversations with one another. It was like their thoughts and emotions were sent back and forth through the bond between them. They didn't need to look at each other or even touch to have them, but most people preferred it. He and Mako had had secret conversations their entire lives. It was theirs. No one else needed to know they were talking.

Because she was staring right at us and her daemon acted like it was going to attack me, Mako said, clearly amused. It was very rare when other daemons were aggressive with her. Not that she would've minded it. Sometimes he rather thought she was jealous that he got all the action and fighting. When she went up against other daemons, they had to do more evading than fighting since her jaws and claws were deadly.

Uraraka's daemon had actually scratched Mako's nose, the pink mark on it irrefutable proof. Instead of being mad that she'd been tagged though, it had only bolstered her further. It was very rare that another daemon landed a hit on her. Only Deku's had been able to do that so far during the hero combat training with All Might and that hadn't pleased either of them. She'd snapped at him when he'd tried to tend to the wound.

She was there for that too, Mako pointed out idly, catching onto his line of thoughts. She was the reason they won, wasn't she?

Of course. When Deku had destroyed half the building with his quirk, she'd used her gravity manipulating quirk to wreck Four Eyes and launch herself over him like she'd jumped on a springboard in order to catch the fake nuke. He had been too busy dealing with Deku to pay attention to her.

Mako tutted through their bond. I warned you.

Katsuki snorted. Like you weren't distracted by Tomoko.

Having broken their silent conversation, Kaminari turned to look at him and ask, "What's so funny, Bakugou?"

"Nothing, you platypus brain," Katsuki snapped.

Kaminari merely scratched his daemon's head from its spot on his shoulder and turned back to the arena. "That wasn't even creative."

He's right, Mako added.

Sometimes, Katsuki wondered what it would be like if he didn't have a daemon that was as opinionated and honest as he was, but then again, they probably wouldn't meld together as one if he did. Sure, she got on his case, but he was constantly pushing himself anyways. He needed that extra push from her if they were going to get to the top. After all, he couldn't make it there without her.