AN: Yo guys, I just entered the fandom. God, here we go. Practically a what-if in which the festival was postponed and they had to put an academic activity. So yes, whatever. Leave a review. I'd appreciate it. And don't think I'd make warnings. I switched my views after a bit of contemplation. Just know that there would be erotica in the future.

Bakugou hated this heavy atmosphere. Students from all courses of UA were keeping their eyes on class 1-A, kind of like they were the shining baby that started all Quirks, because of the USJ attack. Sure, maybe publicity would be beneficial, but he'd be glad to erase this type. It was distracting. He scoffed as he walked towards his classroom.

And fuck, he hated that sight.

He didn't know how some General Academics students got in their room, but somehow they did. It seemed a rumor spread that Todoroki, Iida, and that damned Deku were the ones who had been the most help for All Might. A couple of students were swarming each said person. Bakugou gritted his teeth.

He turned to the small crowd Izuku had and grabbed the shoulder of one of them. Almost instantly, his face tightened to that menacing look when he was furious (which was pretty much all the time). The student faced him, terror already instilled. Bakugou tightened his grip to the point in which the bone of an average Quirkless ultra-extra would break. All attention turned towards him.

He uttered, "What's your name?" His voice was as rough as it got.

"Ku- . . . Ku—"

Bakugou grabbed the student by the collar. "It doesn't matter. I want all of you out of my sight." The intimidation was quite prominent in the student's eyes. Correction: students' eyes. The meddlers were trying not to face him. Even a few Bakugou's own classmates were terrified, namely Mineta. He was frozen in his seat and was shaking as if he were in North Pole without clothes.

One by one, the students who had entered left. Bakugou threw the student aside. The victim ran outside frantically. Bakugou resigned to his seat and scowled as he saw his classmates glaring at him. He scrunched his eyebrows. "What are all of you looking at?!" The students reluctantly went back their previous activities, more careful than before.

Midoriya faced Bakugou. The explosive man scowled. That Deku was still shaken up from the extras. Midorya was forcing a smile. Damn, Bakugou hated him so much.

"Erm . . ."

"If you even thank me, I'll fucking kill you, Deku."

"Well—"

"I wanted them out of my sight. Don't even think for a split second that I did that for you." It would've been best for Midoriya to drop the subject there, but nonetheless, he still persisted. He collected the guts and held a small genuine smile for Bakugou.

"Thank you, Kacchan." Bakugou rolled his eyes. "They've been pestering me since uh . . . I got here, and I kinda really needed to focus because . . . academics. I couldn't just drop that for a moment even after the attack at USJ so yeah . . . Just—thank you."

Bakugou glanced to the side. Whatever warmth was lit inside his gut, he disliked it. It kind of stung him minimally. "You're—" He caught himself say that unknowingly and changed his words at the last second. "Whatever. What could you have done anyway? You're just a stupid Deku, who can't do anything but bother me."

That seemed enough. Once Deku had returned to his seat, the door swung open, with a mummy in display. The students started muttering as Mr. Aizawa entered. Some cringed, imagining their teacher's condition underneath those bandages.

"Not the best conditions I've observed upon entering, but it's good in one way or another. Get back to your seats."

The class obliged. Mr. Aizawa had to explain that he was in an appropriate condition when the students asked. Can't they just stop asking such irrelevant questions? After that, the teacher proceeded in carrying out his supposed plan.

"We had the UA Sports Festival planned two weeks for now. But, considering the attack of the League of Villains to USJ, the faculty is in a form of consensus to postpone the Sports Festival."

The class roared in disagreement. Aizawa was fearful that his ears would've bled. Iida had the class to calm down. However, the order the class representative had restored was not enough to have them think of future violent reactions.

"Thank you. As I was saying, we had to postpone because we're taking cautious measures. The ringleader had escaped along with his accomplice, as you all remember. While we have jailed about seventy of the villains, that doesn't mean they could stop. They probably have not used full ammunition on us, considering that most villains work in the shadows. And if not, that Shigaraki could have the capacity to hire even more."

Midoriya gulped. He hadn't expected that. He thought that UA would've still continued it. But whatever—it was a good call. He thought it was best to learn more about One for All before the festival anyway. Aizawa had a sheet of paper in his hands.

"Instead of that, we've decided to try out something a bit peculiar." That grabbed the attention of the class. "For the heroics course, we have an 80-day project for you to work on in groups of five. I will announce your groups now."

In the end, Bakugou ended up with Kirishima, Uraraka, Iida, and that damn fucking Deku. Bakugou clenched his teeth. What did he do to get stuck with damn Deku? He didn't know. He was about to protest until Aizawa spoke. "Your groups are final. No-one will come crying to me, complaining that they don't want their partners, understand?" A few students agreed, Midoriya with them. Bakugou wanted to smash his table and blow that green-haired fucktard off with full power.

Well, that came out wrong.

"Alright. In this project, you have to perform an international search-and-rescue for a faux victim of ransom. This will surely test your capabilities of becoming a hero, relying mostly on your wits, and not only on your Quirks. We've decided to work with a couple of criminals, Quirkless and not, who have decided to turn over a new leaf and plan to start their step towards a better tomorrow. Of course, we had them under interrogation from one of our best judges with an Honesty Quirk, and the villains who were caught plotting their escape were put back in their cells. They will play the villain in your case." It raised a couple of murmuring. Aizawa raised a hand to dismiss them.

"Of course, we know that they may have doubts on being villains again, but they are hell-bent on gaining their freedom and forgiveness. And don't worry—whether or not you fail to solve the case, the criminals will have the freedom they deserve for their cooperation. We will start in three days. Is everything clear?"

The class had no objections, so Aizawa ended homeroom. It had the students talking even until the end of the day. Bakugou was already walking his way to the exit of the academy. The orange sky reminded him of his explosions—only that they were tranquil. His thoughts wandered off.

God, why the fuck to I have to be stuck with that Deku? Wherever I go, he's always in the way. But quite frankly . . . I think . . . Nah—that can't be right. How can I be thankful for him? He's just gonna be another hurdle and—

"Kacchan, wait up!"

Speak of the devil. Bakugou gritted his teeth but kept his steady pace. Midoriya was at his right. The arrogant boy dared to make no eye contact. But it was still unsettling to have a pair of large eyes directed at his side.

"I figured that you might need someone to talk to especially about the project we're in. Do you—"

"Can you—"

Nope, he was already muttering.

"Actually believe it's an international thing? Like we get to go outside of Japan for almost three months for a search-and-rescue! Isn't that fun? But then what will the teachers do while we're gone? Are they gonna focus on keeping more villains at bay or will they plan the next lesson plans? How about the security? Is UA gonna have more security because UA has less firepower or will the current security compensate? Will we have security in whatever country we may go or—"

"Jesus, can't you stop muttering for even just a minute?!"

Bakugou's voice was so loud that flocks birds flew away from all corners of the school. Izuku kept looking at Bakugou. He didn't if he were to be fazed or not. He was used to his behavior so he should've dropped it, right? But somehow it bothered him. He faked a smirk and apologized.

For a moment—just a millisecond—Bakugou wanted to punch himself for his recklessness.

"Just . . . don't piss me off."

And there it was. Damned Deku was back to Scotty MchappyFace. Bakugou tried dismissing it, but Izuku couldn't. The last statement was one of the least lethal things the blonde had said to him in his whole lifetime.

"R-Right. Of course, I won't, Kacchan. You have my word . . . but—" Izuku cut himself off and drooped at a sudden thought.

But isn't my very existence enough to make Kacchan mad?

Bakugou caught Midoriya's third mood swing. Initially cheerful, then sad, then cheerful, then somber. What was in that Deku's mind that bothered him that much for mood swings? Seeing those mood swings . . .

"It makes me mad."

Midoriya flinched at the sudden comment. He thought Bakugou was thinking of something. It was his chance.

"What is?" Midoriya asked. The fact that Izuku asked made Bakugou even more furious. Of course he'd ask. He was annoying like that. Deku equals more rage. Rage equals to recklessness. Recklessness equals to things Bakugou doesn't want to say. And yes, Bakugou said things he didn't want to say.

"You were fucking blue when I told you to stop muttering! And then you suddenly got more life when I told you what you should do then suddenly you're fucking gloomy as shit! Be more consistent, Deku! You weren't like that before! Why the—"

"Are you saying you want me to be consistently . . . happy?"

"Yes . . . I MEAN, NO—WH—WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Like, I want you to—"

While Bakugou was spitting in his face about how he should be happy (or not—Bakugou isn't exactly at these kinds of feelings crap) Izuku was as probably high as a kite after he had assumed that Bakugou wanted him to be happy. It was the very first time Bakugou had said it to him. And for some reason, his chest felt light. He caught a glimpse of a flushed Bakugou. The aggressive boy grew redder and exploded.

"WHY ARE YOU MUTTERING ABOUT ME?"

Apparently, Izuku was muttering his very thoughts. Ignoring that, he put up a weak thumbs-up at Bakugou with a smile. Another mood shift. And in this mood shift, Bakugou didn't get angrier. It seemed to have calmed him down. It made him feel better—

Whoa, what?

"You can trust me in that, Kacchan."

"Tch. Whatever."

Well, that satiated Izuku's needs. It was more than enough to keep him beaming on the way home. At some point in the train, Bakugou thought of ditching Izuku's ass when they turn to a corner, but he never even executed a fraction of that plan.

Bakugou didn't know. Izuku just kept on talking and talking and talking. While he still kept his fanatics over All Might, he did talk about him in a significant—not drastic, but in a significant subtraction that before. Good. Finally Bakugou had at least some peace. Like sure, he could acknowledge All Might, but it seemed definitely tiring to ramble about him all day long.

At some points, at rare points, Bakugou even replied to what Izuku was chattering about. And that was a surprise, considering Izuku mostly talked about some nonsense bullshit on the way home.

Before they knew it, Izuku was at the front of his apartment. Had Kacchan . . . walked him home? No, he didn't agree to that. But yes, he did.

"Ah . . . wow. Thanks for taking me home, Kacchan. I-I guess . . . I'll see you tomorrow then?" Izuku smiled at Kacchan and waved him goodbye as he entered his apartment. Kacchan raised his hand, but he was conflicted. He wanted to wave back . . .

. . . but he also raised his hand to—maybe, just maybe—stop Izuku from leaving.

The next few days were a hassle. Three days weren't quite enough to do everything they need before leaving. And they didn't even know what they needed. They were supposed to draw lots on the exact day of their departure to draw which case they were solving. Each case had a different country. It was fortunate that the academy had personal planes for each group to ride. It was even more fortunate that the school had their VISA's covered.

Kirishima volunteered himself in drawing the lot. The other volunteers from each group were Yaoyorozu, Mineta, and Ashido. The Creation girl got China. The tiny boy got Canada. The pink girl got Belgium. Kirishima got—

"We're going to France, baby!"

While Uraraka, Iida, and Izuku cheered about their destination, with Aoyama complaining to Ashido about not getting France, Bakugou was left dumbfounded. Out of all places, why France? He didn't want any of that cheesy crap that France ignites.

"Come on, Kacchan, aren't you excited?! We could go see the Eiffel tower and the landmarks and most importantly, we get to check new heroes out and their Quirks! That's so cool! We're going to France!"

God, Bakugou would've made a small explosion directly at Izuku's face, but he hesitated. That's new. "Let's just go to our plane, goddamnit."

"Ooh," Kirishima said, "you've finally got better control of your anger. You're trying to like restrain it in substitution of blowing our ears off. Did something happen to the Bakugou we know?"

Bakugou dismissed their remarks and walked towards the bus that took the class 1-A to the airport. It took half an hour to get there. Both Izuku and Uraraka were on their phones, so Bakugou was left with Iida and Kirishima. Iida took the leisure to study the case.

"So apparently, the villains we're against here are the Noir-torious gang." What a hideous name. "In our activity, they're holding ransom on who seems to be the son of the benefactor of the hugest companies that could bludgeon France's economy if it were to fall apart."

Kirishima leaned over to Iida and read along with him. Iida continued, "The victim is named Cyrano Durand. They're holding him ransom for three hundred million Euros. What else . . . Cyrano was kidnapped in Moonlight Abbey. Uh-huh . . . That's all we have for now. This is a bit too minimal to our liking."

Kirishima sighed. "Yeah—but it's a simulation of a legit search-and-rescue. You can't get manlier than that!" The red-headed boy slung his arm around Bakugou, who tried pulling away, but Kirishima still fought the external force. "You've been awfully silent lately, man. It's not manly at all."

Seriously, this dude was getting in Bakugou's nerves.

"IT'S MY CHOICE WHETHER I WILL BE SILENT OR NOT, YOU UPSIDE-DOWN BROOM!"

In the distance, at the other side of the lobby, Uraraka headed over to Izuku, ignoring the people who were glancing at them. It figured. They didn't have that much supervision at all. And no-one would've known that the mummy at the center of it all was their supervisor. UA did well in keeping this activity under the radar.

"Oh . . . uh—Uraraka, are you ready to go?"

She answered, "Yep!" She looked to the side with something in her mind. Like it was a bit of a bother. "It would've been nice to have our parents come with us, though." They started walking to where their group was. Izuku figured to keep the conversation.

"What do you mean?"

"Ah . . . well, you see—my parents really want to go to Hawaii. Sure, France isn't Hawaii, but it could've brought them a bit of satisfaction, you know?"

Izuku was amazed of her consideration. For the remaining days of preparation, he didn't even stop to consider that his mother might've wanted to go to wherever their unknown destination was. He made a mental note to bring his mother a souvenir after the activity.

They were cut short because of Bakugou's destructive curses at Kirishima. "YOU'RE LUCKY THERE ARE FUCKING PEOPLE HERE OR I WOULD'VE KILLED YOU OFF ALREAD HAIR-HOR-BRAINS!" People were watching this scene unfold. Izuku even saw a few record it.

Izuku sighed. "We should catch our flight already. Yaoyorozu's team already went to their plane."

They all reached that consensus, only until Bakugou had calmed down (which, according to the explosive boy, was already his state). With Bakugou abstaining, it was still technically a unanimous decision. They said their final goodbyes to their classmates and Aizawa, who just waved at them. Iida announced, "We're all to ride in plane number 3 . . . Where . . . Ah-hah!" Once Iida had spotted the plane, they walked to the open field where the planes usually took off. It was probably as long as a personal pool and as wide as their hallway. They walked to the entrance and were greeted by their pilot.

Inside the plane were two tables against each other with a round couch enough for three. There were six seats at the back, all at very reasonable distances from each other, and all declinable. The seats have cabinets next to each other, with two pillows and a blanket under. There was a television set at the center of it all. There was a curtain at the back. The kanji on the curtain says it was a pantry.

Bakugou glanced at Izuku setting his bag down at the side of the very first seat at the right. Somehow, Izuku hadn't even done anything, but it made him clench his teeth. He didn't want to be stuck with Izuku at all.

But at least Izuku was . . .

Nah, he'd take these extras any time before he'd take Deku. It was sort of like a pledge for him to dislike the entirety of Izuku. He took the seat directly against Izuku and dropped his bag without any care whatsoever. He checked his bag to see if everything he needed was there. He glanced at the side. He didn't remember planning on bringing a notebook. He blinked a few times to see that Izuku was using his burnt book with the number thirteen.

Bakugou was breathless for a while. He felt . . . disheartened at the sight of the book. He looked down at what he had. It wasn't from the same company that Izuku bought his notebooks for hero notes from, but . . .

And just like that—Izuku had the book in his hands and he was thanking Bakugou in indefinite amounts and in rapid speeds.

What the hell just happened?

As Bakugou got an encouraging smile from Uraraka, he looked at the floor, quite astonished. All he remembered was that he was threatening Izuku to take the book. And if he didn't, he'd blast him off the plane from the stratosphere. He clutched his stomach as that peculiar warmth in his guts returned for the second time of the week. Surely, it was something worse than what that navel guy had when he overused his power.

Whatever it was, Bakugou had to know.