A/N: I was going to name this chapter "Bitches Love Sticks" but didn't want to risk getting permabanned for poor decisions lol

Also, special shoutout to Wikihow for some of this content!


He's sick of this friendship shit. He's fucking. Sick. Of. It.

A few days ago, he tried to talk to Frog Girl and Education Fetish Glasses Guy. But the second he even tried to force out even a single word, something went off in his brain. Something that announced:

You must have at least Empathy Level 10 in order to befriend these two characters. You are currently at Empathy Level -2.

When that message signaled off in his brain, he had been so confused his mind had stopped processing any information whatsoever; and by the time he had come back into consciousness, he had found himself suddenly back inside his room.

Really. The fuck is an empathy?

Is it like...one of those things where those political bitchasses..the ones who believe in peace — what were they called again? oh yeah — those ambassadors...is it like when ambassadors go off to other countries and try to talk shit out with other political bitchasses? Like...in negation? Negotiation? One of those two, he thinks.

Oh wait, no, that thing with the ambassadors — that's called an embassy.

Then what the fuck is an empathy?

It's a question that's been bothering him for a while now, especially considering every time he's tried to talk to other kids in class (half of which he didn't know were in his class to begin with), his mind kept striking him down with that fucking empathy shit.

You must have at least Empathy Level 4—

You must have at least Empathy Level 6—

You must have at least Empathy Level -1—

What any of this means is beyond him, but what he does know is that it's preventing him from making some damn friends. Because every time he tries to talk to people now, he gets fed this bullshit and then he forgets how to talk to people like a normal person.

(Well, Bakugou doesn't actually talk to anyone like a normal person, so that's a moot point.)

So he's fucking tired and he's fucking done. Which is why he's resorted back to his most reliable — and probably only — trick in the book.

Bribery.

He's gonna bribe Uraraka and maybe if he does this shit right...maybe he can just skip all this friendship shit altogether and they can start dating.

Man, that thought hit him like an arrow through the heart. Him...dating Uraraka.

He's spent several nights thinking of what it would be like to cuddle with her. How soft her body would feel pressed up against his — her back resting comfortably against his chest, his chin resting along the crook of her neck, his hands intertwining around her waist.

He's thought about what it would be like to hold her close to him and feel her giggle as his breaths tickle against her ears. He's wondered what it would be like to feel her small hands enclosed in his, what it would be like to tangle their fingers together and never want to let go.

It pains him how much of a fucking sap he can be at times.

So fuck this proving to everyone else how much of a not jerk he is. The only person he needs to prove he's not a jerk to is Uraraka. And rather than all this beating around the bush shit, he's going to take direct action.

He's going to bribe her and his bribe is going to hit her in her damn heart if it's the last thing he very damn well does.

Okay, so how in the shit does he go about this?

Sure, Katsuki knows how to bribe someone but he doesn't know how to bribe someone into a romantic relationship with him. In fact, he's pretty sure the last two briberies only worked because Sato and Aoyama aren't...the brightest people to ever exist.

Well, Aoyama's a bright kid for a different reason altogether.

For a while, Katsuki ponders over what plan of action he could possibly take to accomplish the amazing feat of scoring a date with Uraraka. But he's either a stupid idiot or tired (it is 10 p.m. after all) and can't come up with anything worth the narrator's time to explain.

Katsuki gives a sharp exhale. Pulling out his phone, he scours through the internet for advice on what to do, before deciding to just fuck it and excavate the lost relic of Wikihow to Wiki-How-To-Bribe-Someone.

Part 1: Preparing to Bribe Someone

Decide whether your situation calls for bribery.

...Of course it does. He wants to date Uraraka, and there's no other way to do that than to bribe her. Next fucking question.

Do I really need the thing I'm asking for? Can I handle the situation or just go without?

Well, he doesn't need to be Uraraka's boyfriend, but he sure wants to be. And no, he really can't handle the situation. That's why he's on fucking Wikihow.

Can I afford to offer something in return?

Does this mean...as in money? His parents aren't exactly strapped for cash right now, so he's pretty sure he can offer money. Unless this means what he himself can offer. Well, he could...be her training buddy? Take her out on dates? Be a portable heater? Actually, the more he mulls over this question, the more confused he gets. Next.

Will this bribe change people's opinion of me?

Yeah, of course it will. It'll make them think, "Hot damn, he's dating Uraraka? Wow, what a hot couple."

Will that make my life harder down the road?

If he's dating Uraraka, there's no way his life could get harder. Well, maybe his wallet's life could get harder if he chooses to take her out pretty often. (Which is what he plans to do, because she deserves it.) Or wait, his life could get pretty hard if he's forced to drive pests out of the way as a result of how cute she is.

Fuck, she's so cute he really can't blame other guys for being attracted to her, though.

Will the bribe become an expected part of our relationship?

...Save that question for when he's in a relationship.

Impatient now, Katsuki begins to furiously scroll down the page, looking for something helpful. Where's the part where it says what to bribe people with? Give him some fucking ideas, man.

But he reaches the end of the page just to find fuck nothing. So he begins to skim through the questions, hoping someone's also enough of a stupid fuck to have asked how to bribe someone into being your girlfriend.

"How to bribe my teacher?"

Who the fuck cares?

"How to bribe my mom?"

Just do your damn chores, moron.

"How to bribe my friend?"

Give them some cakes and then fight them, you dimwit.

...Unfortunately for him, however, that's the end of the questions section. Which means most people have never had to resort to bribery to get a girlfriend.

(Yeah, because most people are normal, Bakugou, and know when to give up.)

Fucking losers.

Well, guess he has no other choice but to Youtube this damn shit.

...Maybe he's the fucking loser here.


He's spent all night researching how to bribe a girl into going on a date with him, so he's gotten approximately forty-two minutes of sleep in all night. All during the adrolls.

But he's got a fucking plan. A fucking barely coherent plan from his lack of sleep, but it's a plan nevertheless.

See, last night while browsing through video after video of awful advice, he had stumbled across a meme at around 3 a.m., and it's taught him some shit.

In the video, there had been a bird. A wise bird. And what it had said had changed his life:

Bitches. Love. Sticks.

And he doesn't know if it's because he had entirely lost his sanity by 1 a.m. and being awake at 3 was just overkill for his already addled brain, but he had watched that video over and over trying to absorb all the knowledge that video had imparted unto him.

And while he very damn well knows Uraraka is the farthest thing possible there is from a bitch, that video gave him an idea.

Picture this: flowers.

He's going to give her some fucking flowers.

Because flowers are just like enhanced sticks, right? They're basically sticks with added embellishments. Like, on that level 24 stick evolution shit — they've gained so much EXP from photosynthesis they've leveled up.

So Uraraka's gotta like that stuff, right?

Katsuki stares at the empty classroom before him, trying to take a couple breaths to calm himself down. Staying up all night means he's had enough time to run to the florist's and back here with plenty of time to spare before the start of class.

And he's honestly thankful he stayed up all night. Otherwise there wouldn't have been enough time for him to make five trips to the same florist. Because on the way back to school, he kept getting so worked up over the idea of dating Uraraka that his sweaty hands kept setting all those botanic little fuckers ablaze. So by the fifth time he went to the florist, the florist had by then expected to see Katsuki again and had gifted him a vase to hold the flowers in.

He doesn't say this often about people, but that florist guy...he's a smart dude. Because of him, Katsuki's finally managed to get to school with all his flowers intact.

Truthfully though, he had wanted to gift Uraraka some pink roses to match her pink cheeks, but he had burned them all during his multiple fuckups, and the florist hadn't been willing to give him any more towards the end. So he ended up settling with white roses, and now he's wondering if he should've chosen the orange ones instead.

...Ha, no that would've been too embarrassing.

Another deep breath, and Katsuki finally begins to head towards the back of the room, straight towards Uraraka's seat. As delicately as he can manage, he places the vase on her desk and begins to arrange the flowers so they puff out a bit more.

Don't sweat, don't sweat, don't sweat…

—is his counterintuitive mantra, as the more he thinks about not sweating, the more he ends up sweating.

Listen, if he winds up setting his fifth set of flowers on fire, he's going to chuck this vase out the window.

"Oh! Bakugou-san!" someone suddenly says behind him. "What are you doing?"

Katsuki pauses. Every part of his body stops, from his hands to his toes to the beating of his heart. Slowly — very slowly — he turns around to face whoever it is like he's a shit-tier villain caught in an act of attempted robbery.

"I—"

"Oh! Bakugou-san! What are you doing?!" The guy's voice this time takes a much different tone. The tone of a kindergarten teacher about to throw their student into five day's worth of timeout for running with scissors. Pushing his glasses high up the bridge of his nose, he begins madly pointing at the vase on top of Uraraka's desk. "Bakugou-san, I've heard about what happened between you and Uraraka-san, but just because you've been rejected doesn't mean you should resort to bullying!"

Bullying?

What part of giving a girl some damn flowers looks like bullying?

"And if you're going to bully the girl, at least get the right kind of flower! It's not white roses, it's white chrysanthemums." Glasses Guy keeps his elbows held at a constant around chest level, furiously waving his forearms up and down like a lever. "If you're going to bully her, at least soak her indoor shoes or extort money out of her! Don't default to something as old-fashioned and conspicuous as holding a mock funeral for her!"

...Oh, shit. That's what he looks like he's doing?

Also, why is the class representative trying so hard to teach him the correct way to bully someone?

"Bakugou-san! Think about what you're doing!" Glasses Guy continues. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm happy to refer you to our school coun—"

"I'm not trying to bully her, alright!" Katsuki almost punches the vase off the table out of frustration. Really, where did he go wrong in all of this?

Upon hearing Katsuki, Glasses Guy's intense arm waving slowly grinds to a halt. "Oh," he says, fidgeting a bit with his glasses. "Then what are the flowers for?"

Katsuki gulps.

Sure, he could tell Glasses Guy the truth, but the truth makes him look like a desperate sap and he doesn't want that to be his new image. But not telling the truth means he's going to have to lie, and let's be real here — he's really bad at coming up with lies on the spot.

"Bakugou-san, what are the flowers for?" Glasses Guy repeats, scrutinizing him through his stupid glasses.

Katsuki's eyebrow twitches.

Swiftly snatching the vase off Uraraka's desk, he stomps towards the front of the room, and dumps it on Aoyama's. "A gift," he finally says, wrenching all the flowers from the vase. He guesses he'll just have to figure out where to dispose those later.

"Oh, yes!" Glasses Guy chuckles, his demeanor shifting from wary to approving in an instant. "That would make an excellent gift for Aoyama-san!"

...Katsuki knows this guy is just saying that because the vase is shiny and not because the guy actually knows shit about Aoyama. If he did, he would have known Aoyama would have preferred fine cheeses — paired with charcuteries and crackers — over some stupid vase any day of the week.

As Glasses Guy walks off to take his seat and a few other students begin to shuffle their way into class, Katsuki tosses the bouquet of roses into his bag.

"Oh, who could have gifted me something so ~✧◇✦Marvelous✦◇✧~"

Katsuki sighs.

At least his plan worked out for someone, he supposes.


Class today was especially awful, what with all those perplexed glances his way once someone new would catch sight of the roses poking out of his bag. He's pretty sure he caught a few kids exchanging wary looks, as if to ask each other who might be the next unfortunate victim of his affections — especially after his rejection from Uraraka.

And while a part of him wants to yell out, "Bull-shit, the only person I could like out of anyone here is Uraraka and only Uraraka," the other part of him no longer wants to open his mouth to yell anything out, because it feels like everything he's said and done lately has been wrong.

He can't even give a girl so much as flowers without having people expecting the worst of him.

He misses the old days when it was just mutual ambivalence between him and the world. But now, he's caught feelings for some girl and is just stumbling around in the dark of his emotions like some bumbling fuck.

So here he finds himself, white roses in hand, out in the Yuuei gardens — in the same patch of greens where he had confessed to Uraraka over two weeks ago.

He wonders if setting these flowers on fires could also just set his feelings on fire and burn them to a crisp.

He doesn't want these feelings anymore.

He doesn't want his heart constricting the breath out of his lungs every time he thinks of her. He doesn't want his organs to trampoline themselves in his stomach every time he hears her voice. He doesn't want to be reminded of his apparent failure at being a decent person every time he sees her. Most importantly, he doesn't want these stupid fucking roses anymore; but five trips to the florist is a surprising amount of cash and he's reluctant to part ways with something that cost him so much.

...Damn, it's really starting to settle in.

Rejection hurts.

Katsuki's always been the type of guy who could just punch himself out of any situation, but he can't just punch his feelings away. Every part of him hurts and all he can think to do is look at his stupid white roses and think about everything he's done wrong. Ever since his rejection from Uraraka he's—

"Oof!"

—been tackled straight to the ground.

What the fuck?

"Oh my goodness! Bakugou-san, I'm so sorry!" he hears from somewhere farther away, as wet slobber begins dribbling down onto his face.

Seriously, what the fuck is going on?

Whoever had been calling out to him has apparently now reached him, because he feels the weight of the whatever it was on him being lifted off him.

"Bakugou-san? Are you alright?" Pointy Head asks from above him, grabbing hold of some brown, curly-haired mutt.

He didn't know Pointy Head was strong enough to hold a large dog like a baby.

Turning his head to face the dog now, Pointy Head begins to chastise it. "Coco! You can't knock people down like that!"

The dog woofs in response, panting with its tongue lazily hanging out of its mouth.

"Hey! Did you find Coco yet?" a more feminine voice calls from behind them. It's a voice Katsuki immediately recognizes.

"Yes!" Pointy Head yells back, frantically inspecting Katsuki for any damage to his person. When Katsuki gets back up on his own as a demonstration of how unharmed he is, Pointy Head gives a sigh of relief and yells back again to the girl, "Bakugou-san found her, actually!"

Katsuki didn't find shit, but he's not about to admit that.

Not in front of her, anyway.

Her footsteps gradually get closer and closer, and he can hear the dog swivel its body to begin running in her direction. "Coco, why did you go running off like that?" she asks, squatting down to look the dog directly in its beady eyes.

It gives a delighted bark, before nudging its head into her cheek. The girl responds in kind to the dog, and the sight is enough to make Katsuki's heart the size of a walnut melt just a bit.

Uraraka — with her arm draped around a dog's shoulders — nuzzling her round, pink cheeks to the dog's head should either be classified as one of the eight great wonders of the natural world, or as a crime.

She turns to face him now, eyes glittering under the sunlight and a smile still on her face. "How did you find her?"

Katsuki looks off to the side in a obvious attempt to hide his blush. "...Dunno." He wants to act nonchalant about this whole thing but he's dying on the inside over how cute she always inadvertently is. "It just ran up to me, is all."

Uraraka begins to run her fingers through the fur around the dog's neck, giggling as it furiously shakes its head out of joy, its long ears flapping up and down in opposition to slap against its head in competing intervals. But as both her and the dog begin to calm down, Uraraka turns to look at Katsuki again and notices something strange in his hands.

"Bakugou-kun…" She tilts her head to the side, question mark practically written all over her face. "What's with the flowers?"

...Shit.

He forgot he was still holding the roses.

How the fuck is he going to get out of this one? He doesn't know how to lie.

"Did you plan to give those out to someone?" she continues.

Katsuki's sweating bullets all over again. Why do flowers make him look so suspicious?

For a split second, Katsuki blanks out on what to do. Then the next thing he knows, he's shifted into a baseball pitcher's stance.

And then he flings those stupid little botanic fucks into the sky.

Holding his hand up to act as shield against the sun's harsh rays, he waits to see the bouquet disappear into the clouds above before facing Uraraka again. "What flowers?" he asks.

Uraraka's mouth is agape as if she can't believe the lengths he just went to to avoid her question.

The dog, on the other hand, excitedly bolts in the direction he just threw the roses in.

Shaking her head incredulously like she's trying to wrestle her mind back into reality, she tries again to obtain an answer out of him. "Seriously, Bakugou-kun. What were the flowers for?"

"Like I said"—he glares at her, willing her to shut up so he won't have to embarrass himself— "what flowers?"

The dog yaps somewhere in the distance. Uraraka swivels her face towards the direction of the noise, when suddenly a smirk slams itself onto her face. "Those flowers," she jeers, jabbing her thumb off to the side to make evident the dog bounding towards them.

The dog bounding towards them with a bouquet of white roses in its mouth.

For a moment, Katsuki fears the dog is going to turn up to him with roses in its mouth and blood streaming from its gum before he remembers, Oh yeah, I made sure to buy un-thorned roses. And then Katsuki remembers the dog being injured by the roses isn't his problem here.

The problem is the dog played fetch with his roses and now those stupid fucks are back in his hands.

"So, Bakugou-kun"—Uraraka pointedly says, sounding as if she's trying her best to fight back her giggles—"what's with the roses?"

Uh...haha, fuck. He didn't think this would happen, so he never prepared an actual answer to the question.

So taking into account all the knowledge he's ever gained from those two baseball animes he's watched, as well as the actual baseball sports events he's occasionally caught on television, he faces to the side, lifts his left leg up high...and jettisons those roses straight up into the sun.

Again, the dog barks and runs off in the direction he threw it in.

Again, Uraraka is dumbfounded he would do something so transparently stupidly not once...but twice.

Again, the dog prances back up to him just moments later with the roses in its mouth.

Katsuki's internally weeping at this point. Is it really so hard for the universe to give him just one thing? Ripping the flowers from the dog's mouth, he throws it again so far he's pretty sure the roses landed in America.

...And sure enough, the dog finds it in a matter of minutes.

Does this fucking dog have hidden jetpacks for paws or something?

So because his tactic didn't work the first three times he's tried it, of course Katsuki goes for a fourth attempt.

And of course it still doesn't work by the fourth time.

Damn, Katsuki can't help but think to himself. Bitches really do love sticks.

But just as he's about to give his plan a go for a fifth time, Uraraka gives him a look. One that tells him she'll probably kick his ass if he keeps this up.

And while he's pretty sure no one but All Might in his prime could take him on in a fight and actually win, he's not exactly in the best state of mind to be picking a fight with the girl he likes.

Surprisingly though, someone beats her to the punch.

"Bakugou-san, I don't think you should be playing fetch with Coco anymore. You'll tire her out." Pointy Head is fiddling his thumbs like he's nervous, and he has every right to be.

Katsuki literally forgot Pointy Head was there beside him the whole time.

"Ah! Koda-kun, does that mean you'll be sending Coco home now?" Uraraka sticks out her lower lip in a pout, inching towards the dog so she can use their combined cuteness to deal double damage on their upturned-puppy-dog-eyes attack.

Pointy Head — well, Katsuki supposes his name is Koda now — vehemently shakes his head. "No, no!" His demeanor frantic, he leans down to begin petting the dog. Whether it's to calm down himself or the dog, Katsuki doesn't know. "I just didn't want her to get too tired out."

And then Koda and Uraraka both apparently become entranced in stroking the dog's chocolate-colored coat.

Minutes pass by where the two of them giggle and play with the dog while Katsuki awkwardly stands around, fidgeting with the stems of the roses in his hands and fighting back the strong urge to just throw them away while no one's watching.

Just as he finally works up the courage to leave, however, a single voice stops him in his tracks.

"Bakugou-san, do you want to try petting Coco too?" Koda innocently chirps.

Katsuki, unsurprisingly, isn't actually a big fan of dogs, so no, he doesn't want to try. But Koda's looking at him with expectant eyes and Uraraka is slapping the ground next to her as if imploring he sit next to her, and he would have to be a jerk to say no in this situation.

So with a soft sigh, Katsuki sits himself down between Uraraka and Koda, setting aside the flowers behind him.

And then he realizes something.

He doesn't like dogs.

So he's never in contact with dogs, usually.

So he doesn't know how to fucking pet them.

And he's not about to pull up Wikihow and Wiki-How-To-Pet-A-Dog right in front of these two either.

Katsuki gulps. Slowly, hesitantly, very fucking tentatively, he reaches out to the dog's tail. There's no particular reasoning behind it; it's just that he resonates with the boundless energy of its tail the most.

Yet upon seeing what he's doing, Koda all but smacks Katsuki's wrist with the wrath of a thousand demons. "No, Bakugou-san! You can't pet a dog's tail, or they'll get anxious!"

Then, Koda snaps out of his anger mode.

And begins sweating out of fright.

"Goodness, Bakugou-san, I'm sorry!" Koda seems to be hyperventilating just a bit now. "I didn't mean to hit you!"

Katsuki, contrary to his usual character two weeks ago, however, isn't at all angry.

He's just confused.

"Then how are you supposed to pet a dog?"

Koda blinks. Uraraka blinks. Katsuki, upon noticing this, also blinks out of a sense of obligation.

"You have to let the dog into your personal space first," Uraraka says softly, finally breaking the silence. Just her whispers are enough to send shivers down his spine and a pink tinge on his cheeks. "Hold out your hand like this." Loosely cupping her hands, she turns her palms over to face the sky.

The dog immediately rams it face into her hands, licking at her fingertips. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Uraraka uses her other hand to begin stroking the fur around the dog's neck. Between fits of "Coco, that tickles!" she tells Katsuki, "Now you try."

Katsuki slowly licks his lips.

But he's not a coward, so he holds up his palm to face the sky just as Uraraka instructed him to do.

The dog fucking ignores him.

A few minutes pass by where Katsuki's hand is suspended in still air and the dog just continues happily taking turns playing with either Uraraka or Koda. And now Katsuki's forearm fucking hurts from keeping his hand in that position for so long. Unwillingly, his arm begins to tremble.

Taking notice of Katsuki's unfortunate condition, kind Koda stops petting the stupid mutt, and in doing so, helps Uraraka take notice to stop too. Nudging the dog in Katsuki's direction, Koda gives a subtle nod and a kind smile. "Don't be discouraged, Bakugou-san."

The dog begins to sniff his hand. It takes a few anxious looks back at Koda but every time it does so, Koda coos, "It's okay, Coco." And every time he says that, the dog soothes down just a little bit more. Slowly, it lowers its head until its nose grazes the skin of his palm.

It kind of tickles.

The dog opens her mouth. She sticks her tongue out, giving Katsuki's fingers a few tentative licks.

It's slobbery and wet and really does kind of tickle, but Katsuki doesn't hate it.

"Go on," Uraraka says from beside him, and he knows she's so close to him he can practically feel her body heat radiating onto him.

Another deep breath. Slowly, he reaches his other hand out, and — trembling — places his hand on the dog.

Her fur is so, so soft.

His hands twitch. Like second nature, his fingers begin to run along the length of her coat, sinking in just deep enough to immerse themselves in a jungle of fur and just shallow enough not to scratch her skin.

Coco barks, and Katsuki jumps a bit at it, but realizes it's not a protest to his actions. Rather, she creeps closer and, placing one paw on each of his thighs, she leans closer to give him a lick upside the entire length of his cheek.

And Katsuki can't help himself at this point.

He's laughing. Deep, uninhibited peals of laughter that aren't speckled with some twinges of self-loathing for the first time in two weeks.

"Ha! Coco, that fucking tickles," he chortles. And while he's playfully trying to push her off him, there's nothing about his body language that says he doesn't enjoy Coco's attention.

In between sessions of his laughter and petting and play-fighting with Coco, Koda faces Uraraka and quietly says, "You know, dogs are a good judge of character."

Uraraka's entire face suddenly erupts in red. Eyes frantically darting around to find any excuse to change the conversation, they land on the white roses behind Katsuki and she begins to stammer, "Oh, h-haha, guys, w-wow, did you know that white r-roses are symbolic of p-purity and innocence, as well as n-new beginnings?"

Katsuki pauses for a bit. Coco, taking note of this, runs back to Koda's side and begins snuggling up to him.

New beginnings, huh?

Actually, in his downtime, Katsuki's been thinking about how he's gone about things for a while now.

He's wondered about his motivations for his actions. He's wondered if it's really right to make nice with people for the simple sake of getting back at Uraraka for rejecting him. He's wondered how much of a good guy he can even appear to other people if none of the reasons for him wanting to be so are, well, good.

He's wondered if it's possible to start again from ground zero. He's wondered if he can just start himself over again and pursue her affections like any regular guy, and not just a scorned one.

He looks over at Uraraka — her hands covering her face and the tips of her ears dyed a deep red.

New beginnings, huh?

He likes the sound of that.

Congratulations! Your Empathy Level grew from Level -2 to Level -1.

Congratulations! Your Empathy Level grew from Level -1 to Level 0.

Congratulations! Your Empathy Level grew from Level 0 to Level 1.

...Seriously though, what the fuck does that mean?


A/N: I know I said this would be a Koda chapter, but I think it became a Kacchako chapter if anything. Whoops.

Also, I have no idea who to write next, so you guys have free reign over it! So far the votes are as follows:

Jirou: 1

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Todoroki: 1

Tsuyu: 1

Iida: 1

Shoji: 1

LOL. Please vote on them or any other character in this franchise you want Bakugou to befriend next, because trust me he and I aren't giving that friendship thing up! Also, I'm going to be on a five-day vacation this week, so I might not be able to update next week. But thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed!