Note: I don't own My Hero Academia or Little Witch Academia. That being said, this is something I quickly came up with. Hope you guys enjoy it. Any constructive criticism is welcome.

EDIT: After rereading, I've corrected some things in order to make Bakugo not seem as out of character. Some sentences have been spruced up to be more vivid.

EDIT 2: After another rereading, I've corrected Diana's dialogue as well. This should set up a clean transition for later chapters.

It's a lazy, early morning in the fall. The rain from the night before covers the ground like a slick coating, reflecting the streetlights above. Bakugo rests his face on his hand, half-heartedly looking out of the storefront window of the little coffee shop he decided to visit this morning. The small street, dead only a few minutes ago, begins seeing traffic. Occasionally, people and cars drift in and out of his view, though he pays them no mind. He feels restless - the jetlag hit him hard ever since him and his class touched down in the UK yesterday, and from there they've been moving nonstop. This coffee shop is really the place first place he's been able to sit down and relax. He swears he could fall asleep in this exact spot were it not for the strong aroma of his coffee below him.

"Fuckin' lousy trip," he mutters to himself. Bakugo scowls as he recollects his experience in the UK so far – lousy, cold, rainy weather, nothing like the weather back home in Japan. Aizawa-sensei basically ushered them into tiny cramped taxis to get to the hotel they're staying at. Of all the possibilities, he had to get stuck with Mina and Ochaco, who of course started loudly singing some loud song as soon as it came on the radio. Arriving at the hotel, unpacking with Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero, eating the blandest food he's ever tasted…he closes his eyes to block out the hectic day he just had and sips his coffee. A small part of him is glad he didn't have to tolerate Deku much today. The bastard couldn't stop exuding an overwhelming sense of awe and wonder ever since they got on the plane in Japan.

As the morning progresses, the overall color of the world outside shifts from midnight black to a hue of indigo. More traffic appears in the street, and the once-quiet coffee shop is now filled with the background din of opening and closing doors, people standing in line for their wake-up coffee, and the sounds of coffee machines operating. He sets his coffee down and looks out the window again, his eyelids nearly closing. He swears he can hear someone talking to him, but he's too tired to really pay it any mind.

"Excuse me?"

Groaning, Bakugo opens his eyes and turns towards the source of the voice. A young girl, probably around his age, stands before him, sizeable coffee in hand and book in another. She has blonde hair, her neck neatly wrapped in a scarf. Below that, she's wearing a heavy coat which masks her build. He can make out bags under her eyes, leading him to believe that she's had a long night too, or she's just not a morning person. He figures he's taller than her, but from her position and the impression she gives off, it feels like she's looking down on him, either on purpose or unintentionally. Had he had more energy he would automatically go for the former assumption, but right now he couldn't give less of a shit.

"Yeah?"

The girl gives off a sigh as if to say 'finally', and he's found his answer - she's definitely doing it intentionally. "I was just curious if I could sit here. There's not much room left here, unfortunately." He takes a cursory look around the room. Even though it's early morning, most of the tables are suddenly taken up, noticeably by girls who are around his age group. He wonders if they're students and if it's test-taking season for them.

"Sure, whatever," he indifferently replies. Her frame loosens, and she moves towards the empty end of the table, uttering a quick thank you. Unresponsive, Bakugo turns back towards the outside world as the girl begins placing her things down on the table and takes off her coat, pulling out a chair. He glances at her, curious. To his surprise, her tired appearance belies her energy. In a few swift motions, she takes off her heavy coat, opens her book to an exact page, and sits down, her eyes frantically reading each line. She pays almost no attention to her surroundings, only looking up to reach for her coffee. Not that he minded, though. He'd rather be left alone right now. His curiosity satiated, he closes his eyes, letting the ambience of the shop play in his mind.

Maybe it's because the coffee wasn't as steamy as a few minutes ago or the background noise of the shop got to him, but he starts dozing off. His last thoughts are of a movie he saw recently before he feels his face slip out of his hand and towards his coffee.

"Watch out!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees two slender hands reach towards him, but it's too late. His head hits the plate which his coffee sits on hard, causing the cup to jump off the plate as if it were hot lava. The dark liquid spins in the air, getting all over the table and the contents on it.

"MotherFUCKER!" He furiously shouts, causing a majority of the shop to turn towards him in surprise.

He hears an audible gasp. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

He groans, much, much more irritated now than he was a few seconds ago. "Fucking hell," he says. "Do I look okay?!" He brings a fist down on the table, causing the rest of the shop to bring their attention towards him, and gets up from his seat. Some of the table is covered in coffee, originating from the tipped over coffee cup now resting sideways on the tabletop. A couple small stains dot the girl's book. He feels a warm wetness on his face and hair, and looking down he can see that a noticeable amount of coffee has stained his All Might shirt. He scoffs, extremely annoyed.

He stands up, sufficiently pissed off now. "God-fucking-damnit, what a mess." He hears the girl walking away from their table. He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes. His fists clenched and his breathing heavy, he resists the urge to vaporize the table. He very much did not need this kind of incident.

"Here." He hears the girl's voice at his side and turns towards it. She holds out a handful of napkins towards him, which wordlessly snatches. He begins drying himself off as best as he can.

"W-wait, those aren't all for you! I got some to wipe the table up!"

"Don't fuckin' care." He hears footsteps walking away from him, and while he wipes his face he hears footsteps walking away from him and then walking back. He pulls the wad of soggy, coffee-filled napkins away from him to see the girl now standing in front of him and staring directly at him.

He notices her bright blue eyes, set on making him listen to what she has to say, despite her overall tired appearance. Her overall presence and impression are completely different than when she first approached him. He notices that she's, at best, only a few centimeters shorter than him, yet he can't help but be somewhat taken aback by the determination he sees, in contrast to the condescension he first received. The girl thrusts a large handful of napkins towards him, while grasping more for herself.

"Just make sure to clean yourself up, okay?" Before he could retort, she hurries towards the coffee-covered tabletop and press attempting to soak up as much of the coffee stains on the pages. He grunts and moves towards the table, placing some spare napkins down on the spill and applying the rest to his wet clothes.

"That should be the last of the spills. Ugh, my book's dirty now." The girl gives an exasperated sigh and pinches her nose. A part of Bakugo says to retort, but he decides against it. He feels somewhat guilty that he spilled his coffee on her belongings, considering how helpful she was just a few moments ago.

"Sorry about that," he quietly mutters. He thanked any higher power out there that nobody from his class was there to see him apologize, or else he would never have heard the end of it.

The girl looks up, her face displaying mild curiosity. She thinks she heard something, and he prayed to the same higher powers that she didn't hear him. "Hm? I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Bakugo frowns. He curses the powers that be in his mind for this unforeseen turn of events. "I said..." He manages to briefly stop himself but finds his face halfway in the process of saying the last word. He mentally curses one more time and sighs, steeling himself. "...sorry." He watches her carefully, anticipating a gloating smile and a smug response from her.

She smiles, as he expected, but it's not condescending like he suspected. It's a small smile, one of appreciation. He glances at her - her face, although marred by sleeplessness, still shows genuine thankfulness, mainly due to her bright blue eyes. "Apology accepted," she murmurs. She covers her mouth and closes her eyes to yawn.

When she reopens them, none of the warmth that Bakugo received remains. Instead, a more analytical, almost judgmental mood presides her face, accompanied by a small smile that does little to deceive him. She folds her fingers together and places her head on top of her hands. "You must be exhausted."

He grunts. "Yeah, I came here by plane yesterday and I've been jetlagged since. Haven't had a good night's sleep yet."

"Ah. Where were you flying from?" She unfolds her fingers and picks up her drink.

"Japan." She mouths a silent 'ah' in understanding. "Ever since we landed we've been on the move nonstop. I had to sneak out just to get some damn coffee." He rubs his eyes. "I was hoping it would work. I've got a hell of a day today too."

"Mhm." The girl nods, taking a sip of her own coffee. Her analytical mood still remains. "I know what you mean. I don't do well with jetlag either."

He cocks an eyebrow. "What about you? You don't seem like you just got off a plane."

She shakes her head. "Mm-mm. My school has a big…" She waves her hand around in the air, trying to find the world she's looking for. "…event going on. I'm supposed to be one of the big acts for it, but I can't get my part right. It's…really tough." She gives a tiny frown and looks down at her book.

His curiosity is piqued, and he decides to satiate it. "An act? Like in a show or something?"

"Something like that. It's embarrassing…" she takes her turn to look out the storefront window this time. "I'm usually the first to get these kinds of things squared away, but recently…I don't know, I just haven't been doing as well I want to." She sighs and closes her eyes. "It's frustrating, really. I haven't gotten any sleep because of this act. I just want…need it to be perfect."

Bakugo thinks back to the various times he's experienced defeat, experienced humiliation, even if it was miniscule. He bristles slightly at the thought of each experience but keeps his cool. He nods. "I know what you mean, in a way. I try to be the best and beat out everybody else." He closes his eyes and folds his arms, his grip on his arms tight. "Doesn't happen as much now."

She looks back at him, a small smile on her face. He's managed to get her to drop the impersonal act, even if it's only a little bit - she's glad she's found someone who understands. "Where do you go?" He looks up, somewhat confused. "Your school in Japan. What's it called?"

He shrugs. "Can't remember the full name right now. We just call it UA." Her eyebrows raise slightly at the mention of UA, but other than that she has no other reaction. "What about you?"

"Luna Nova." The name strikes a resonance with him. He's heard of this place before. He just can't remember from where.

"It sounds fancy, Luna Nova."

"It is. Well…" She closes her eyes, obviously remembering something. "We try to be formal, for the most part. And we most definitely are. But we have our hiccups."

He chuckles. "I'm guessing you guys have a troublemaker or something?"

The same smile that he received just now curls into a slightly larger one. "But of course. And you?"

Thinking about his own experiences, he smiles wryly. "My class, we're basically all troublemakers to some degree. Except the class president."

Her eyes playful. She's finding humor in this conversation. "Sounds like I'd only be able to stand one person there then."

"Who, me?"

She smiles wider. "Are you the class president?"

"Hell fuckin' no. Got a problem?" He mentally balks at the concept of being compared to Iida, much less being like him.

She scoffs and turns her nose upward in an ever-so-slightly exaggerated fashion. "Hmph."

He grins. "I'm flattered you think so highly of me."

She sighs and turns towards him. She's finally ditched the coldness as a playful smile rests on her face."I never said I didn't."

Bakugo snorts. He's about to retort when his phone starts going off. "What the…" He picks up his phone. Almost instantly, his eyes widen. "Crap, it's already…" He gets up and starts putting on his coat.

The girl sits up, watching him. "Is something the matter?"

"Yeah, yeah, the teachers are coming to check on our rooms soon. If I'm not back by then I'm kinda fucked."

Her eyes widen in surprise. "That sounds harsh."

He zips up his coat. "You don't know the half of it. Screw it, I just gotta try." He puts his phone in his pocket. "Alright, time to head out."

He takes a few steps towards the entrance then stops. "Wait…" He turns around. "Thanks again, uhhh…"

"Cavendish. Diana Cavendish." Just like that, he's returned to the excessively formal, almost haughty attitude he received when they first met. It's almost enough to give him pause, were it not for the fact that he was in a hurry.

"Bakugo."

Diana nods. "It's nice to meet you."

He gives her an almost imperceptible nod in her direction and hurries out the door. He doesn't catch either the fact that he's thanked someone he's just met or the fact that someone like her had those choice parting words.