"All right, Yami! Let's do this!" Kirishima exclaimed, already in his gym wear the moment that he stepped in the ring.

"You're too goddamn cheery in the morning." Mayumi muttered, sloppily entering the ring with a tumbler of iced coffee. A few days after Bakugou ratted out to Kirishima where she lives, each of them got a disc that contained copies of surveillance footages of their own practical exams. She was in the middle of watching hers for the fourth time around, when Kirishima stormed in her apartment, his own disc in hand.

Screw Bakugou for showing Kirishima where I lived.

They watched Kirishima's exam tape together, and from the first ten seconds, Mayumi immediately knew what was wrong.

"Dude, did you even think that through?" Mayumi asked, pausing the video when Kirishima and Sato started to get totalled by waves of cement walls.

"Er-... At the time, it felt like we could just punch through." Kirishima said, scratching the back of his head. After that, Mayumi told him that hero or not, rushing head on to a fight without a single thought is plain stupid.

She thought that what she gave was just a one-time advice. He thought that it was an offer for him to train with her. One day, Mayumi went down to the gym to see Kirishima waiting beside Bakuguo in the boxing ring.

That was how Mayumi ended up standing in front of two boys, not knowing how to go about this.

"Shit face, I thought we'd agreed that you'd train with me!" Bakugou scolded, walking up to Mayumi.

"Hey, I didn't know that Kirshima wanted to train, too!" Mayumi exclaimed, pointing at the red haired boy, who just smiled at her. "And I didn't know that you wanna train during summer, too! I mean, don't you wanna rest, or take a break?"

"Rest is for pussies," Bakugou spat, and Mayumi rolled her eyes.

And here I thought I could sleep in the whole summer.

"Jesus, this has got to be illegal," Mayumi muttered, placing her hands on her hips. "Here I am, wasting time and energy on you, and what do I get in return?" Mayumi asked, raising a brow at Bakugou, who just glared at her. However, Mayumi noticed that it lacked her usual bite. Something was off, and Mayumi didn't know what.

"At least Kirishima here is better company." Mayumi muttered, before placing her tumbler down and clapping her hands.

"Okay, let's start with the warm up."

While Kirishima and Bakugou visited their gym thrice a week to get lessons, Mayumi spent most of her time with her own training.

She had to give up two out of three days of training with them to be able to start focusing on herself, leaving them to train with a trainer that the Manager personally recommended. Albeit a bit disappointed, Bakugou and Kirishima had to deal with it, even if the Manager said that he trained a lot of good ones in the league. Of course, it was only Bakugou who caught on what the Manager really meant to say, and that got him to shut his bitching even for a bit.

Mayumi realized as she watched her exam tape during one humid evening in her apartment was one thing: she was too damn slow. She was neither flexible nor powerful enough to do super jumps, and she had to reach to her destination at the pace of an average, quirkless, human being. As a fighter, that's not much of an issue. However, if she wanted to get through the Hero Course of U.A., she had to do something about it.

Which lead her to her current predicament.

"Let's move it, Nitta!"

Mayumi hung upside down the net that she was climbing, her foot stuck in it. In order to do something about her stamina, speed, and agility, Mayumi decided to enrol in a parkour class, and a few sessions into it, Mayumi was starting to doubt her choice.

"Parkour isn't a skill that you learn on your first day. It is a battle that you win, given that you have the right weapons. Before taking on parkour, you need to be in the right condition," Their instructor said. He was, what one may describe, was a square. Their instructor was wearing combat boots, camouflage pants, and a simple grey tee. He had perfectly groomed hair that was swept back, sharp eyes and brows, and a straight posture as he observed his students with his hands behind his back. His voice was definitely meant for teaching, by how smooth, deep, and clear it was. However, his stance and his aura gives Mayumi a vibe that he used to work with the government, or maybe with the army. "You need to be able to carry your own weight as fast as you can in a long duration. So before you can do anything that you see in the movies, you have to go through hell, first."

Mayumi swore that she could hear her instructor smiling at their screams of pain.

"I'm dead beat," Mayumi groaned, plopping down on the boxing ring mat in front of Kirishima and Bakugou. They were sitting down on the mat of the ring, resting as if they just finished their cool down. "I can feel my muscles giving up on me. Any time now, I'm gonna turn to stone. Shit."

"Weak shit." Bakugou muttered while gulping down from his own bottle of water.

"Hey Yami, let's spar on our next training!" Kirishima said, placing down his own water bottle.

"Why can't you spar with Baku-boy over here?" Mayumi asked, and she swore that she heard a crackling explosion from the blonde's palms.

"Eh, there's nothing wrong with sparing with him," Kirishima said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's just that I haven't trained with you, yet, and I trust you more with hand-to-hand combat. Besides, you're better. I mean Bakugou here got his training from you."

"Just watch, Shitty Hair! One day, I'm gonna kick her ass, and she'll be the one running to me for training." Bakugou grumbled. Even he was too tired to stay angry. Mayumi just sighed and stared at the ceiling. She had no energy to talk back at Bakugou, and she was getting used to Bakugou's biting comments, anyway.

"Jesus, I can't stand." Mayumi groaned, feeling the muscles on her thighs grow stiff. Kirishima stood up and held out a hand to Mayumi, who just looked at it and slapped it. She rolled over, pushing herself up on all fours, and groaning from the immense strain she felt in her muscles.

"I'll carry your stuff for you, Yami." Kirishima offered, picking up Mayumi's gym bag. Mayumi just let out a relieved sigh and patted Kirishima's shoulder.

"You're goddamn sent from heaven, Kiri." She said, not even noticing the nickname that she donned on the red haired boy. In her fatigue, Mayumi didn't notice the cold glare that she received from the explosive blonde that sat near them, and how his fists clenched and unclenched.

"Whatever," The explosive blonde said, standing up and slinging his gym bag over his shoulder. "I'm ditching you idiots."

Mayumi sat there on the mat, confused as she stared at the retreating form of Bakugou.

What the hell's got his panties in a twist?

It was hell, but it was necessary.

Mayumi continued her weekly routine of training in her parkour school two times a week, while training with Bakugou and Kirishima once a week. Training with Bakugou was nice, Mayumi had to admit. He was serious about training, straight to the point, and seemed to take note of and ask about all the important stuff, like the proper forms and the physics of fighting.

However, training with Kirishima was hella fun.

His happy go lucky attitude and his smile was so contagious that Mayumi sometimes found herself smiling in the mornings, even without coffee. Sparring with Kirishima wasn't like Bakugou's at all. When Mayumi sparred with Bakugou, it was filled with struggling and finding the smart way to get out of their tangled situation, and to bring the other to submission. However, with Kirishima, it was a fast paced wrestle that used a hell of a lot of their brute forces, and Mayumi loved it. It was sometimes filled with banter, but it was the type of banter wherein they'd sometimes end up just sprawled on the floor, laughing at the stupidity of their own insults. Once they'd calm down, they'll start all over again and end up with both Kirishima and Mayumi sore, but oddly satisfied with training.

This annoyed the hell out of Bakugou.

"The fuck are you going on, wasting time? There isn't any time for that kind of shit here!" Bakugou exclaimed as Mayumi and Kirishima ended up sprawled on the boxing mat again, laughing. Mayumi really couldn't take Kirishima spouting out insults like Bakugou, because with his optimistic face, it could never sound menacing.

"It's called fun, Baku-boy" Mayumi's newfound favourite nickname for the explosive name. "It's what people do during the summer." She said, sitting looking at Bakugou, who was glaring at her from outside of the ring.

"It's a waste of fucking time. Wanna have fun, don't do it during training." The explosive blonde grumbled, and Mayumi just sighed.

"Whatever, you wouldn't get it. You've always had a stick up your ass." Mayumi muttered, before standing up and holding out a hand at Kirishima, who gladly took it. Mayumi helped him up, and went back to their battle stance.

"I don't even know why I'm still stuck with you. You're such a waste of my goddamn time." Bakugou said, before stalking off to get his gym bag. Mayumi dropped her guard at the sudden outburst and stared at the retreating form of her classmate. Has he had it? Was he leaving her for good?

What the fuck just happened?

Kirishima didn't see it. He didn't see Mayumi's hands drop, as she looked at Bakugou. He thought that they were starting their sparring session, so he sent a jab at Mayumi's face, which she openly received. The moment his fist connected with her cheek, regret immediately flooded his senses. Mayumi felt her world shake and rotate, and the next thing she knew, she was sitting down on boxing mat, Kirishima in front of her.

"What the fuck, Shitty Hair?!"

"ImsorryI'msorryIdidn'tseethatshewasn'treadyIdidn'tgettopullmypunchI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry," Kirishima babbled, both to Mayumi and Bakugou, who rushed inside the boxing ring to kneel in front of her. Mayumi looked at the two boys in front of her, confused when she saw the room rotating. Mayumi just closed her eyes and leaned back, her cheek starting to hurt.

"I'll go get some ice." She heard one of them say. In her state, she could tell who said it since she was too focused on the spinning sensation at the back of her mind.

Mayumi sighed and just let out a smirk, despite the dizziness that she was fighting through.

"Nice jab, Kiri," She said, her eyes closed as she reached out to pat the cheek of the boy in front of her. "Just don't do it again, okay?" Mayumi opened her eyes to see red eyes staring back at her, and Mayumi felt her heart stop.

She wasn't holding Kirishima's cheek.

Mayumi immediately retracted her hand, as if burned, and blinked at Bakugou, her mind going blank.

"Can't believe you took me for Shitty Hair," Bakugou muttered, cupping her chin with one hand, and turning it to the side, examining the red that was starting to bloom on left cheek. "Great, now it looks like you're all flushed on just one side of your stupid face. Too distracted, Shit Face?" He asked, the corner of his lips turning up to a smirk as Mayumi placed a hand on her cheek, which was starting to ache.

"In your dreams." Mayumi said, glaring at Bakugou. His face seemed to be too close for her liking. She covered his face with her hand and pushed him to sit back on the boxing ring. Mayumi just stood up and stalked off to look for Kirishima, who she remembered was getting a bag of ice.

However, Mayumi didn't need a bag of ice nor a punch to both of her cheeks to know that both of her cheeks were starting to turn red.

Mayumi was never fond of swimming.

When she was five, she remembered chasing after her slipper that fell on the adult's pool. The next thing she knew, she was enveloped in water, and that she was falling down even further. She didn't know what to do, and she tried calling out to someone –anyone. She would have died if it weren't for a lifeguard, who dove right in to save her. It wasn't the only instance that happened. She had countless of accounts on drowning, and Mayumi had learned her lesson on avoiding bodies of water like the plague.

So when Mayumi got a text from Kirishima, saying that there was going to be training in U.A.'s swimming pool, Mayumi just sent a swift 'no', and that was the end of the discussion.

Even when Mayumi found Kirishima standing in front of her apartment door, asking her to go, Mayumi almost slammed the damned thing to his face.

"Yami, don't be such a kill-joy!" Kirishima said, going in her apartment and immediately sitting in front of Baby, who was lazily lying down on a corner.

"I hate pools, and I hate going out during the summer." Mayumi simply said, plopping down on her broke down couch.

"C'mon, Yami! You're part of the family, now! We need some bonding time!" Kirishima pleaded, plopping down on the couch next to her. However, Mayumi saw his face fall when he saw the yellow patches of skin on her cheek.

It's been a week since Kirishima accidentally punched Mayumi in the face, and her cheek had faded into blotches on her cheek with a faint yellow shade. She had to listen to Kirishima's repetitive apologies as she sat on her worn out couch with ice on her cheek. As she sat between the Manager (who was giving her an odd look) and her dog, she felt her heart twist when she saw the guilty look on his face. It wasn't his fault in any way, even if he was the one who threw the punch.

She was the one who looked away and got distracted. It was her fault. Maybe she'd indulge Kirishima in this request.

"Okay, fine, I'll go." She said, sighing and leaning back on her couch.

"Alright!"

"But don't expect me to swim. I hate swimming." Mayumi muttered lying down on her couch as all of the embarrassing memories of her and swimming came back to her. The worst one was when a grown man had to save her teenage ass when she had her first attempt in diving during her swimming class in P.E.

"Well, at least you're with us. It's gonna be fun, Yami!" Kirishima said, before placing his attention back on Mayumi's pregnant dog.

"By the way, Yami, when's she due?"

"The vet said that she'd be giving birth around next week, or the week after that. It's a bit close, now, so I have to keep a close eye on her." Mayumi said, looking at her dog, who was heaving out laboured breaths as she fell asleep.

"Next week? But that's during our summer camp." Kirishima said. Mayumi bolted up, her eyes wide at Kirishima.

"Wait... What summer camp?!"

"What is even the point of this?"

Mayumi kind of thought that it would be a good idea to just agree with Kirishima and say that she was going to go to this swimming training thing. At first, she agreed out of guilt, but after a while of thinking, Mayumi managed to convince a small part of herself that it would be good for her to enjoy and mingle with the rest of her class through training and exercise.

However, Mayumi didn't realize that it was just going to be one whole afternoon of just slacking off, with the girls playing in the pool. It's not like she could join with the guys, who were doing actual training, thanks to Iida's enthusiasm. So, in the end, Mayumi ended up sitting by the pool, soaking half of her legs on the cool water.

I should have just stayed home. I could have slept the whole day to prepare myself for parkour training tomorrow.

Mayumi sighed as she just lied down on the poolside, her pony-tailed hair fanning out on the tiled floor. She grabbed the worn out aviators that she brought and placed it over her eyes, letting the warm sun lull her to sleep.

Kirishima didn't even show up, that bastard.

"Yumi, want a drink?" Mayumi heard the sweet voice of her seatmate. She opened her eyes to see Uraraka sitting beside her, a cold orange can in hand. It was either orange soda, or just orange juice, but Mayumi took it anyway.

She loved oranges, whether it was the fruit or the color.

Mayumi sat up and opened the can. The satisfying click, followed by a slight fizz was all Mayumi needed for her to start gulping down the contents of the can.

"Bless the man or woman who brought this thing here." Mayumi muttered after gulping down nearly half of the can.

"Iida-kun brought it." Uraraka said, and Mayumi sighed.

"He just managed to secure my vote for class rep for the next three years." Mayumi said, raising her can again, and taking a sip of the drink this time. She'd savour the cold, sweet and tangy sensation on her tongue for a bit more.

It was a good thing that Mayumi managed to set down the small can of liquid heaven, before she felt hands grab her foot, followed by someone dragging her into the pool.

Mayumi flailed in desperation, but to no avail, she found herself plunging unprepared into the cool water of the pool. Mayumi felt her chest tighten as she felt herself immersed in the water of the pool, and as she felt herself sinking. Mayumi flailed her limbs and tried to shout, and Mayumi knew that it was a bad idea. When a person has exhaled all the air in his or her lungs, their first instinct is to breathe in, and that was exactly what Mayumi did.

This is it. This is how I'm going to die.

Mayumi felt a hand grab hers, and suddenly, she was pulled out of the suffocating pool of liquid hell. Her vision was blurry as she felt herself being pulled to the pool side. She immediately went on all fours and coughed out the water in her lungs, before lying down on her back. She felt her throat raspy, and she felt her lungs taking in laboured breaths. Maybe she was wheezing? She didn't know. All she knew that she was on safe, safe land, and that she was never going to a pool party with her classmates ever again.

"Yumi, are you alright?"She heard Uraraka ask. Mayum blinked at her friend and looked down to see Uraraka gripping her wrist. So she was the one who pulled her out?

"You're a fucking angel." Mayumi rasped out, holding Uraraka's wrist tightly, as if to show how much pulling her out of the pool meant to her.

"Yumi, I'm so sorry," She heard someone say. Mayumi slowly sat up to see Mina climbing out of the pool to sit beside her. "I thought that it would be funny at first, and that you'd take it as a joke! I didn't know that you couldn't swim, I'm so sorry!" Mina pleaded, grabbing Mayumi's clammy hand and gripping it in hers.

Mayumi just grabbed Mina's curly hair and weakly shook it.

"Just don't do it again, 'kay?"

Mayumi didn't have the energy for this shit.

"I'm so sorry, Yumi! I won't do it again!" Mina exclaimed, and Mayumi just patted the pink girl's head.

"Here, have my drink instead!" Mina exclaimed, grabbing a nearby orange can and shoving it into Mayumi's hand.

I've forgotten what you did already.

Mayumi smiled and opened the orange soda drink, and took a sip, only to spit it out when she looked up at the shadow that loomed over her.

"You look terrible, Shit Face."

Mayumi knew and had an idea what Bakugou's body was like. They trained together, which meant that she saw the bulging muscles on his arms, and the fit bod that he maintained. She also often tousled him to the ground during training, and had an idea what was underneath the black tank top that he always wore. The tight fit tank of his costume also left little to the imagination. However, it was another thing to see the actual thing, and up close.

Bakugou was now standing in front of her, shirtless, and Mayumi felt her throat clench. She usually doesn't react to half naked men, and since she knows that Bakugou works out, it wasn't surprising to see that he has a fit body.

But those were abs –and to think that he was only fifteen years old. It was crazy stupid.

"As if you look any better." Mayumi managed to rasp out. Bakugou just raised a knowing brow at her. With her pathetic sniffling self and her raspy voice, it wasn't hard to guess what happened to her.

"Move over, you're in the way." Bakugou said, and Mayumi immediately brought her legs to her knees, giving way to Bakugou. Mayumi looked back at his retreating form.

What the fuck? Even his back is ripped as fuck!

"Yumi," A voice broke her reverie, and Mayumi snapped to see Uraraka looking at her with knowing eyes. "You're so flushed! You look like you're gonna catch a cold from all the drowning you did!"

Mayumi knew that Uraraka was far from dense, and that she was stepping

Mayumi saw red –although she didn't know if it was from anger, or from the blood rushing to her cheeks. She sent Uraraka her most menacing smile –one that could challenge Bakugou's.

"You ever tried drowning, huh, Uraraka?"

After an unexpected interruption during their session, they were all forced to leave the school premises by their homeroom advisor.

Mayumi was walking back home, music blasting through her earphones, when she felt a rock hit the back of her leg. Mayumi turned to see Bakugou walking towards her with his hands in his pocket, alongside Kirishima, who was waving at her. Mayumi paused the song that was blasting through her ears, and stopped to turn to them. However, Mayumi found it hard to meet Bakugou in the eye, after what she saw awhile ago.

"Yami, are you headed to the station?" Kirishima asked, and Mayumi just nodded before walking in pace with them. Mayumi pressed play again on her phone, listening to the blaring guitar solos and the ecstatic drum beat that made her fingers drum on the side of her leg. It was a special playlist made by her cousin, and it was the only thing that she has left that reminded her of home –or at least what used to be her home.

The water and the drowning incident might have rattled her brain, because it seemed that Mayumi was walking thoughtlessly throughout the music. Mayumi only snapped back to reality when she felt a hand tug on the back of her collar to stop her from walking.

"Hey there, Yami! You feeling okay?"

Mayumi almost walked straight towards the street, and Mayumi removed the one earphone that was plugged to her ear.

"Shit, I didn't see, I'm sorry." Mayumi mumbled, shaking her head.

"Hey, I'm splitting from here, cuz my train heads the other way. Go straight home after this. No more detours or anything, okay? You seemed tired as hell." Kirishima said, and Mayumi let out a huff.

It was in that moment when Kirishima looked at her in the eyes and placed his hand on her shoulder, he reminded Mayumi so much of her cousin.

"Yes, dad. Take care, Kiri." Mayumi said, patting the redhead on the shoulder, before turning and plugging in both of her earphones again, blasting her punk playlist to full volume again. She seemed to be walking aimlessly into the train station again, when she felt her collar being tugged again, and her earphones being pulled off.

"Kiri-"

"I'm not Hair for Brains, idiot."

Mayumi froze as she looked up to see Bakugou, who was taking her smartphone and earphones from her hand. It's not like she's avoiding him. It's just that her whole summer vacation with him so far was spent on awkward encounters that often left Mayumi with a feeling that she is desperately trying to reject. It was a feeling that Mayumi was familiar with, but she chooses to blatantly ignore, because she had a lot more to focus on in life than stupid feelings.

"Hey! What the hell?!" Mayumi exclaimed when Bakugou took of the earphones and plugged it into his ears out of sheer curiosity. His face remained impassive, as they both walked towards the platform, waiting for the train.

"Not surprised you listen to them," Bakugou said, and Mayumi raised a brow. "They're good shit."

Did Bakugou actually say something that wasn't an insult?

Mayumi stayed silent as she stared at the train tracks below the platform.

"My cousin introduced that band to me." Mayumi muttered.

"He has good taste, then."

"Yeah… I hope he still does."

Mayumi and Bakugou went down on the station of their district, and Bakugou still hasn't returned Mayumi's phone.

"Seriously, Bakugou, I need that."

"For what? You've got a fight soon, or something?" He asked, scrolling randomly throughout Mayumi's phone.

"Not with the summer camp. The Manager was eyeing a fight next week, but it's within the duration of the summer camp." Mayumi explained, both of them walking through the town towards the suburban area of the district.

"Tell me if you've got a fight," Bakugou muttered.

"What, you'll bet against me and wait for my ass to get kicked?" Mayumi asked, scoffing.

"Hell yeah," Bakugou said, and Mayumi rolled her eyes. Typical. "But I'm also expecting that you'll kick the shit out of whoever it is you're fighting, and knock their lights out. I'm expecting you to win." Bakugou suddenly said, and Mayumi stopped in her tracks, looking at Bakugou, who stopped in front of a corner convenience store.

"Come on, Shit Face." He suddenly said, gesturing for her to follow.

"What the hell, Bakugou?"

"You hungry or not? I don't do this often, not even with Shitty Hair, so you better enjoy this while it lasts." Bakugou said, opening the door of the convenience store. Mayumi followed Bakugou around, and he just looked at her as if he was expecting her to do something else.

"What, you don't want anythin'?" He asked, and Mayumi raised her brow.

"Are you serious?" She asked, and Bakugou let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed a handful of packed bread and pastries from a counter, along with a large extra hot cup ramen. Once he paid for everything, he handed Mayumi some of the bread that he bought without even looking at it.

"A cinnamon roll and a cheese bun." Mayumi read the labels, and Bakugou glared at her.

"If you're so goddamn picky about it, give it away or somethin'."

"Hey, I ain't complaining about free food!" Mayumi exclaimed, unwrapping the plastic of the cinnamon roll as they continued to walk to the direction of the Manager's gym. They walked in some sort of odd, yet satisfying silence, when Mayumi spoke up.

"Bakugou, why is it like you're being extra nice to me?" Mayumi asked as she and Bakugou silently ate and tore through the food that he bought. Mayumi shoved her hands in the pockets of her baggy shorts once she was done eating, while Bakugou just stayed silent. "Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been your usual cranky self today. Buying food for me just proves my point."

Bakugou still stayed silent as they continued walking. He was looking at everything but her.

Mayumi decided to let the subject drop. She had more chances of getting a clam to open up with her bare hands than Bakugou saying anything to her –especially if it was about himself.

"I passed the exam," Bakugou suddenly said. Mayumi looked up at him and stayed silent, knowing by his tone that whatever he was going to say was something that he won't talk about again. "I passed the exam, but it didn't feel like a win at all. I passed out just when I was needed, and had to have that stupid Deku to haul my ass out like I needed saving, like I wasn't good enough or something." He confessed, although there was no weakness in his voice; only anger.

"I still need you. I'm not good enough, yet"

Mayumi suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked at him, disbelief in her eyes.

"You're so full of bullshit!" Mayumi exclaimed, and Bakugou stopped and looked at her, the look in his eyes unreadable.

"First of all, what the hell is your deal with Midoriya? He's a good guy, and he even saved your sorry ass at the end of the exam, so at least be damn grateful that you passed, because there are some people who didn't." Mayumi started, remembering the crushing defeat of Kirishima, Sato, Mina, and Kaminari. "Second, you're plenty strong, so don't go spouting out shit, saying you're weak. You're not, and if you really are weak, that's because you've let the false mindset of your weakness lead you."

Mayumi knew that she was probably risking her friendship with Bakugou again, but she didn't care. He needed to hear this.

"Stop thinking that you're weak because other people make you weak. At the end of the day, it's only you that would hinder yourself from reaching your one hundred percent. I saw how you tried that big-ass blast in the arena, and believe me, I know that shit like that's supposed to hurt. If you're willing to break your body just to become stronger for even just a second, then you're even more stupid than I took you for. Risks are things that should be taken with caution, and not because you just want to. Fucking stupid!" Mayumi exclaimed, smacking the side of Bakugou's head. This seemed to break Bakugou's reverie during Mayumi's sermon, and his eyes regained their usual fire.

"What the fuck was that for, Shit Face?!" He asked, glaring at Mayumi.

"You were fucking stupid, and you needed a smack on the head! Get it cleared, and stop thinking too much about it! You were great in your exam, dammit, and you did a lot better than most of the people in the class! Stop whining about it!" Mayumi exclaimed, stomping off towards another. Bakugou followed her, seething.

"Where the fuck are you going?! Your apartment's the other way, idiot!"

"Milk tea and Boba! You're stressing me out so much that I need one!"

"You're such a pig! You're gonna get fat, Shit Face!"

"Well, who the fuck'll care? I'll just burn it all anyway! Just leave me and my food alone, dammit!"

I am so sorry that this is so overdue! Things have been going crazy with my research paper, and other subjects, along with the sports fest week in our school.

Prince: If you went crazy over Bakugou's line from the previous chapter, I hope you liked this one, hahaha! Btw, Kirishima found out where Mayumi lives because Bakugou was the one who lead him there. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, especially if you like the Ochayu friendship :

AmericanNidiot: Hun, trust me on this hahaha (but it might still be later on in this fic, so it might not happen any time soon within the story. However, I've already written the scene, so trust me, it's gonna happen ;) )

DreamsOfTheDamn: They're explosive and shit, but yeah, I guess they're adorable in some way hahahaha

Anyways, I hope you guys haven't given up on this fic yet! I try to update as soon as I can, but school and life keeps getting on the way :( I hope you guys can bear with me.

Thank you all for your love and support!

P.S. Have you guys seen the latest chapters of the BNHA manga? Bakugou-centric chapters, yoww!

P.P.S. Not at all related to BNHA, but do any of you know Assassination Classroom? It was one of the animes that filled the void that the wait for BNHA4 has left me with. I love Karma so much, and I'd really love know what the hell would happen if he and Bakugou get to meet hahaha