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Oka's class training had come to a swift end. It only took a single day, but Sero and Sato(who she was assigned to help by Mr. Aizawa today) had already improved quickly. Two down, eighteen more to go…

As the brunette was exiting the school campus, the last to leave in fact, she had already paid her farewells to her classmates who were re-dressed out of their training uniforms. Everyone but…Bakugou?

"Follow me", was all the male said, beginning to glide classroom's door and trotting outside. Oka did so, nevertheless, while another lurked within the shadows.

Her eyes were glued to the grey cloth that wrapped his torso, unbuttoned at the collar, and so was the white shirt underneath. Bakugou's mood completely altered the second they reached the courtyard, vacant and spacious. The warm breeze tickled Oka's skin, warm and soft to the touch, a refreshing scenery to lay eyes upon. Every worry that teased her anxiety seemed to disappear.

Well, all but one.

The fellow in front of her was her sole reason for easing into apprehension, and that question she so longingly foreboded silenced her: "what's your quirk?"

Stiffened and stilled in one place, with her brain giving her limbs no course of action to take, Oka pursed her lips uncomfortably; meanwhile, a sweat trickled down her cheek restlessly. Between Bakugou peeling off his blazer and his passively aggressive tone, she couldn't assume what he was up to with actions alone…she needed words. And from the looks of it...

"Uh, my quirk? Well, I don't really talk about it since it's so useless, and there's no point in starting that now..." As she said this, Bakugou tossed aside his blazer on top of the fountain's brim, its sleeve dipping into the waters slightly. It etched into the cloth's hem, fortunately that was the only thing the water soaked up.

Next, he rolled up his sleeves. Oka couldn't see what kind of expression he was making until he turned on his heel; and just as she guessed, it was unreadable.

His golden brows were furrowed in alleged irritation, glaring at her with crimson daggers he calls eyes. He has the kind of face that stops you in your tracks, a thing she was never used to seeing, given he scowls at anyone with derogatory remarks if they were caught staring.

"Bullshit, you think I'm as dumb as the rest of our class? It has something to do with those glasses you wear, doesn't it? And even if it is completely useless, just like Deku..." He flipped his right palm upwards, and from his hand sparks began to crackle and flicker in small spasms of explosive combustions. "Show me your power."

He doesn't intend to fight a girl...does he? Despite the classrooms being around?! Albeit empty-

The answer was clear, it plastered onto his forehead: tenacity. It came in overwhelming gushes of waves, the currents thrashing inside his crimson orbs nearly knocking her of her feet. It took a great amount of dedication to keep her knees from buckling underneath. "B-Bakugou, wait!"

Her retreat was all in vain; he only took as many steps forward as she did backwards. What was the source of all this aggression-where did it come from? Perhaps he always walked around picking fights with his formidable hauteur. "Don't tell me to wait. If you want to live, then fight back!"

. . . "And that's how I ended up in the infirmary", said Oka as she held up her index finger informing them. Above her head was a cloud envisioned by the rest of her classmates, in hope to visualize the scene that taken place hours ago.

"Bakugou, did you really beat a female to a bloody pulp?!" Kaminari, overcome with shock, stood in terror of the male's physical and mental capabilities. It went against his code-of-honor to fight girls, especially cute ones. His question urged a reddened vein to prod out Bakugou's forehead, as he shouted. "No! She fainted before I could even touch her!"

Presently, everyone student that belonged to class 1-A herded around in the common area, where they usually met after classes let out. Some were reluctant-Bakugou in specific-because it was an idea presented by Iida and Yaoyorozu. They figured Oka would want some company after being released.

Fundamentally, it was his fault Oka was examined in the infirmary by Recovery Girl. He could only sit there on the couch with his arms folded, gritting his teeth in anger.

"In a way though, I'm kind of grateful to Bakugou! He opened my eyes to his inner feelings and thoughts, which you all might also have." Instead of instilling the atmosphere with immense hatred and irritation, the blond sat quietly, and slowly a pink began to surface on his cheeks. Everyone was too self-absorbed into Oka to notice...but not Todoroki.

He was skilled in the sense of balancing two things: attentively zoning his ears onto Oka, while remaining vigilant of those around him. Smoldered underneath that stony expression of his was something more ferocious than Bakugou himself, inflamed and domineering.

Todoroki pondered...what could be making him blush? Certainly not his beloved. He wouldn't be able to rest properly knowing it was a possibility, however.

"I have a really weak heart, you see... I inherited a terminal illness from my mother that makes me faint on occasion. The doctors say I'm not allowed to take part in sports or do anything that generally requires excessive movement. I must've been really nervous when Bakugou confronted me earlier, that's why I blacked out..." Oka explained.

Everyone tried to subdue those pesky expressions of grief and pity, though grit was not enough to stop their brows from furrowing with words similar to, "I'm sorry to hear that".

"But then...why are you training to become a hero?" Midoriya's inquiry was answered, despite facing a deplorable truth: he was being brazenly ignored yesterday. Oka must have been feeling better vibes towards him, Todoroki thought.

"Because I'd rather be outside on the streets working with hero agencies than lay around in a hospital bed counting down my days of living." Her words were very depressing, all things considered, yet a smile stilled onto her features. "After all, you should always die trying!"

Rather than showing any signs of sorrow, her classmates raised motivational fists as they nodded their heads; whereas Kirishima swatted her back as he revealed his pointed, sharp teeth. "That's the spirit, Yuji!"

"I think you're twinkling more than me, and you aren't even trying~" Aoyama commented with a flick of his blond fringes.

Class 1-A began in an outbreak of laughter in unison. He didn't know what he did—he never does—but his effortless charm always put a smile on their faces. This lasted until Oka had finally pointed out one thing… "Oh, where's Sato and Sero?"

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