In terms of who wanted to be with Deku, there were cases for quite a few people, from an outsider's perspective. After all, with a personality like his, the fact that he fit every single expectation of an anime protagonist, and was the literal embodiment of sunshine and happiness and everything right in the world in their eyes, yeah, who could blame them?

Of all the people that wanted to be with Deku, almost all of 1-A was surprised when Bakugo clearly wanted in, whether or not he would show it. The signs were there, and it was odd. He'd been undoubtedly the most hostile to Midoriya since day one, having yelled at him and almost attacked him had it not been for Aizawa. Whenever Midoriya was even in the same room as Bakugo, the average blood pressure of the campus would nearly double. Hell, even when Midoriya breathed, Bakugo was ready to call him out on it.

Yet, the signs were there when they looked for it. The subtle ways that Bakugo was so clearly overprotective of Deku whenever he almost burned himself while cooking. The times that he'd always tell Midoriya to fuck off whenever Bakugo himself was doing something annoyingly dangerous, refusing to let Midoriya even risk hurting himself. The gentle, oddly soothing voice that they'd never heard him use for anyone except for Midoriya whenever their middle school days were brought up, an odd tone of regret seeping into his voice that they decided not to ask about, if not for Bakugo's sake, then Deku's.

The scariest part was how much Deku seemed to care about Bakugo. If there was one person who'd had an overwhelming head start, it was him. Uraraka may have ended up the one who seemed most like his girlfriend, but if there was one person who Midoriya had no hesitation showing his appreciation for day-by-day-by-day, it was Bakugo.

Of all the people? Him? Todoroki had thought on numerous occasions, especially whenever Izuku, who he suspected couldn't be rude on purpose even if he wanted to, turned away from whatever conversation they were having just to give Bakugo the brightest smile he would up until that point in the day and gladly greet him with a lovely "Good morning, Kacchan!"

Oddly enough, considering how perceptive Bakugo normally was, it seemed he was the literal only person on planet Earth who didn't see just how fond Izuku was of him. To an extent, Izuku practically worshipped the ground he walked on, looked up to him, hell, he'd even admitted on multiple occasions that Bakugo comes to mind whenever he thinks of a hero, which truly made no sense to them.

If that was me? Sero haughtily thought, crossing his arms as he sent glares boring into Bakugo's back one day. I'd have probably asked Midoriya out to every date imaginable! It's not like he'd even think of saying no to Bakugo, anyways!

The dilemma they faced was this:

If Bakugo knew, they'd make sure he dealt with it in a way that didn't make Midoriya a little more sad with the situation. The downside? There was a staggering possibility that he'd use it to his advantage.

The problem was that if they didn't do anything, Izuku might fall in love with Bakugo on his own, without the blonde even having to do anything! All their efforts as the Deku Club would be wasted all to a guy who didn't even know he was doing everything perfectly!

When Hagakure brought up the suggestion to Iida and Yaoyorozu, they all shared a look.

"We have to talk about this."

"Hey, why the fuck is my name up there, fuckface?!" Bakugo howls upon entering the meeting room. "The hell you need to know about me?!" He pointed an accusatory finger at Iida, who'd only raised an unimpressed eyebrow at his antics.

"Come. Sit," he merely instructs, tone calm and emotionless, though the fire in his eyes was unmistakable. "We have much to discuss about." As Bakugo finally sits down, he finally began to realize the predicament he was in.

"What the hell?!" Bakugo grits his teeth and narrowed his eyes, realizing that there was something wrong. He looked down at the chair.

Well, god-fucking shit. He realized, feeling the urge to commit murder rising astronomically. He glared at Mineta, who only shrugged with a shrewd smirk on his face. On his seat were multiple of Grape Juice's purple, adhesive balls, quite literally sticking Bakugo's ass to the chair. Unsurprisingly, they'd taken extra measures to make sure the chair was stuck too. However the hell Bakugo didn't notice it was truly a mystery, but it worked nonetheless.

He turns for support from his friends, unofficially named the Bakusquad. To his surprise, they'd seemed annoyed, hurt, even...was that a look of betrayal on Ashido's face? For what?

Sero was fuming, grinding his unbelievably straight teeth. That definitely couldn't be good for his health. Would braces even work on him? Bakugo had no clue.

Kaminari had only looked down in defeat, his eyes baggy, without the usual lively, idiotic energy they normally held. When he made eye contact for just a moment, Bakugo could see the hurt in his eyes.

The worst of all was the way that Kirishima wouldn't even look at him. He was downtrodden, his eyes downcast, hopeless. It'd been like he'd just been informed someone had ran his dog over.

"Huh?" His voice quiets, trying to comprehend the situation at hand. Iida's eyes were hidden by the glare of his glasses cast by the bright computer, but he could easily tell by the furrow of his eyebrows that something was wrong. "The hell are you guys on?"

"You." Todoroki's words cut through the air, an arctic wind carried with them. It more closely resembled the coldness Todorki had used before the sports festival, where Deku had resorted to the one tool available to him: Losing his bones. "You really don't know what the hell is going on?" His arms were crossed, and he was looking at Bakugo like he was about to kill, nothing like the socially awkward boy they'd come to know in recent times.

"Hell no!" He gruffly scowls, hands clenching into knuckle-white fists. "Does it look like I know?!"

Iida only mutters something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a swear, before Yaoyorozu, as she would do many times, pressed her pointer. The projector turned on.

"Today, esteemed members of the Deku Club," Iida begins with a wave of his hand, pushing his glasses up. "We come gathered today to discuss one topic. I suppose we all know what must be done?"

"Of course, spokesman Iida," Uraraka nods, rising before she signalled Asui to get up as well. "I believe it is up to us to correct...such...ignorance, in a way."

God, I forgot how goddamn creepy this is, Bakugo remembers. Like, I know there's a point to this shit, but it's...scary.

"Now, Bakugo," Uraraka continues, walking over to him with a malicious smile on her face while Asui walked up to the front of the room. "I can't help but ask; you know exactly what you've done, correct?" He blinks.

There was a moment of silence in Bakugo's mind, registering the words she said before all hell broke loose.

"THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?!"

Kirishima slams his hand onto Bakugo's shoulder, instantly silencing him, "Bakugo. Please, for the love of god, don't tell me you're as dumb as Kaminari." The lightning-user couldn't even argue; it'd take an unbelievable amount of ignorance to not have noticed.

Or, it'd take a single Bakugo.

"Okay, seriously, what the fuck are you doing?" Bakugo nearly spits in his face; while it objectively wasn't deserved, he was truly reaching a breaking point. "At least tell me what the hell is going on!"

He was answered by the projector, where Yaoyorozu had pressed her button to go to the next slide.

Meeting 7, Main Branch of the D.C.

Meeting Purpose: Direct Interference

Meeting Subject: Infiltration

Bakugo Katsuki

Home Field Advantage

Bakugo seems taken aback, "Hey, what the hell is this about?" The fire had faded from his voice, replaced with burning curiosity just so he could figure out how pissed off he would be able to be. He looks at the clock.

Good. It's only 7:53. He nods to himself, making a mental note. They should be done with this bullshit by the time I have to go.

Or should I interrupt them?

No. I fucking dragged myself into this, I'm not wussing out now.

I should at least hear them out. "Hey, fuckheads, what is this all about?!" Okay, that doesn't sound like I'm hearing them out. Doesn't matter.

"Asui, if you don't mind," Iida takes a seat, waving a hand for her to start. She blinks, before licking her lips as she started.

Names

There is no time frame. You cannot gauge it. It has been a constant.

Ever since they had walked into that classroom for the very first time, it'd happened. When they sparred, it happened. When they ate, it happened. Studied, talked, argued, every single thing that happened, it was going to be there whenever the two of them were together.

"You'd think that, somehow, some way, it'd be different, you know?" Ojiro lamented, sending an envious look Bakugo's way. "Like, what if he said something like that to me instead? I think I deserve it."

"Deserve what, tail-boy?" Bakugo interrogated, as if he wasn't the one stuck to his chair for potentially the next hour.

Names can have power.

Depends on who you are, of course. Who knows, perhaps they don't matter to you at all.

But, some names hold all the power in the world.

Titles, like Sir or Madam. Formality, like how some cultures have different titles that go along with the name. Casual talk, like using normal names or equal honorifics. Familiarity, such as nicknames.

And pet names. There are some very obvious basic ones. "Love," "Sweetheart," "Honey," and "Baby" all come to mind when thinking of such basic pet names. There are, of course, more specific ones, but if anything, you could always fall on those four or something similar to them.

Pet names. Those. Those are some really powerful things, at least in 1-A's eyes.

You'd think that a group of teenage, hormonal and absolutely whipped teenagers would be focusing more on some other important things, such as actually asking somebody out instead of forming a club dedicated to trying to love someone as much as they think they deserve.

Nope.

They'd focused on one thing.

"Good morning, Uraraka-san, Iida-san!" He waved to them as they entered the classroom. "You doing okay?" The two of them nodded with a slight smile, only somewhat closing their eyes in an attempt to stop themselves from confessing their love right then and there.

The fact that he had added the "-san" honorific stung at them somewhat, but they could leave it be. After all, there was only one person who he didn't refer to with that other than his mother.

Aoyama and Sato were the next ones to come into the room, and they were greeted the same. Ashido. Kaminari. Jirou. Yaoyorozu. Mineta. As everyone startled to trickle in, they all heard the same goddamn honorific.

"Asu-" Deku started, before catching himself. "T-Tsuyu-chan…!" He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, unaware of the negative atmosphere that appeared for just a moment; they couldn't blame her, especially since she'd said that to anyone she considered close to her. It just…

God, why can't he call me by my first name?!

Back to the normal names. And, second to last came Kirishima. Naturally, the moment Kirishima came in, there was one person who almost always followed close behind.

The blond strolled into the classroom, his typical scowl on his face, not even thinking about the trouble that the rest of the D.C. was thinking about, casually walking over to his seat.

"Good morning, Kacchan!" Midoriya chirped with the same smile that he always had, and for just a moment, Bakugo's mask broke. They'd known everything about him to be riddled with anger, and animosity, but the moment that he sat down during the first meeting of the D.C, they knew better. That little twitch whenever Midoriya called his name out? Oh, it wasn't out of anger. Even after years of exposure, not even Bakugo Katsuki had learned how to resist Midoriya's charm, a clear mask in place to stop him from professing how much he wanted to be with him.

Not like his normal actions towards Midoriya ever showed him that, but that's besides the point.

Titles. Those went to people like Aizawa or the other teachers.

Formality. That went to people he respected but wasn't going to be absolutely annihilated for showing respect, like All Might, his mom, and probably villains, since he literally had refused to be rude when he talked, even to them.

Casual talk. The majority of the class was here, with Asui having made the most progress, even having her given name heard. Yet, she too was stuck in that trap.

Standing head and shoulders above them, the peak of closeness to Midoriya, the literal only person who'd ever been given an actual nickname by Izuku, one singular soul stood atop that mountain of affection that Deku would show to anyone.

And that was Bakugo Katsuki.

Was it a minor thing? Yes. Could they eventually reach that point of having a nickname? Probably.

Were they going to make a much bigger deal out of it, even if it was the most minor thing that they could've focused on? Absolutely.

"Oh, Kacchan!" Deku called out to him again as Bakugo approached his desk. "My mom was wondering if Auntie Mitsuki was available this weekend. Do you think you could ask her?"

His face twitched again at the hesitant, shy smile that Deku showed him, "I-I mean, it'd be really nice to hang out with you this weekend, s-so if you could ask her…" He twiddled with his fingers.

Kacchan.

Bakugo blinked, swallowing the lump in his throat, "Fine, but I don't know if that shitty hag'll even be available." Oh, who was he kidding? Midoriya had to have inherited that gene of being able to convince anyone to do something just by existing, and he knew damn well that it wasn't going to be that asshat father of his.

Meaning she'd definitely come over. Was it a positive development for Bakugo? Sure, but he sure as hell wasn't going to show anything, not even a little smirk.

"Thanks, Kacchan!" He gladly accepted, a slight crack in his voice from relief that Bakugo hadn't exploded in his face. "You're the awesomest!"

Kacchan.

Uraraka's eye twitched a little bit in frustration. Hadn't she been so kind to Deku from day one? Where does he get the right to not be grateful to that? Getting to hang out with Deku at his home like that? God!

Why should he be the only one to get a nickname from Deku?!

Bakugo blinks. He looked...flabbergasted.

"That's it?" He scoffs, surprised. "That is literally all you have to go off of?"

A beat of silence. God, are they this stupid? I thought fucking four-eyes would think something was off about it, but NO…

"What the fuck…" he mouths to himself, more shocked than anything; they were getting so pissed all over a nickname? A nickname that he didn't even ask for?

Kaminari scoffs, as if somehow he'd become smarter than Bakugo in that situation, "C'mon, Bakugo! Even you should know that that's not all, right? I mean...you know, right? How you...pretty much stole him from right under our noses?"

Ashido snorts, "I don't know how he couldn't!" She shot him a smirk that held more malice than the incarnation of hatred. "After all, even though he's treating Midori like trash, he still flocks to him!"

"Treat him like trash?!" Bakugo scrunches his nose up, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Are you goddamn idiots?! I can't have him smile around me!"

Silence.

"Uh...what?" Iida only blinks, taken aback; he'd spent all this time trying to earn Midoriya's sunshine smile, and at this point, couldn't even understand why anyone would ever not want that smile in their life every day. "Why?" He voiced the question that was on the rest of the D.C's mind.

(There was the subtle jealousy from the class that Bakugo had an excess of instances of Deku smiling at him, but that was besides the point.)

"Why?" Bakugo's voice started off quiet, before filling with frustration and annoyance (though they could sense that feeling of unadulterated affection for Deku in his words). "Why?! Are you stupid?!"

He scoffed, before turning his head away, his words barely audible, "I can't function when he smiles like that at me…like, how the hell do I even move when that shit gets to me?"

The room turns silent at the revelation. They'd known that Deku's smile had gotten him in trouble with Bakugo many, many times before. Hell, they'd even known that Bakugo's dislike of Midoriya's entire positive, lovely attitude had stemmed from many things, not just that. Of course, they'd no clue about their past, but...it seemed there was something that needed to be tackled in a more...serious manner later on.

"Doesn't it happen to you goddamn extras, too?!" Bakugo suddenly tries to yell out, but the embarrassed voice crack in his voice and the deep blush that came from admitting it completely stopped and shattered any attempt to sound intimidating. "I can't focus when that goes on! How the hell am I even supposed to fight against him if I can't even properly use my quirk on him?!"

They...they never thought about it like that. All this time, they'd wanted Deku to keep smiling because it brought them that same bubbly feeling that stopped them from doing anything else. But Bakugo?

Bakugo wanted to actually do something.

"Then stop making him smile, you idiot!" Jirou counters, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're like, 30% of why he smiles whenever you're in the room, and I don't know how the hell you do it in the first place." She rolls her eyes, finishing her words off grumbling.

He holds back his words; a very rare choice for Bakugo of all people to make. He'd known he'd been the cause of most of why Deku wasn't smiling.

He hasn't even considered being the one to make him smile in the first place.

In the end, he decides to play along; considering the bullshit they'd started off with, he's confident that they weren't gonna pull something worth even listening to.

Cuddles

Bakugo blinks.

What? When the hell did this happen?

Two weeks ago…

Here it was. The night that officially marked one month of having moved into the dorms. And, of course, Hagakure had proposed a group celebration, an odd day of calm for heroes-in-training.

Iida suggested that they don't celebrate and move on with life as normal, which was instantly shot down as lame and boring.

Kaminari suggested something like a party, but that'd mean they'd have to clean up. Which, of course, would then come down to Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Midoriya, the three of which would undoubtedly insist that they be the ones to clean up.

(It'd also meant that Iida and Yaoyorozu would be spending quite some extra time with Midoriya, which was instantly shot down by everyone else, but that wasn't the point, damn it!)

Ashido suggested a game night, such as board games. That would've been a good idea, had it not been for the fact that they were a group of incredibly competitive teenagers, and any and all suspicions of cheating would probably result in an indeterminate length of suspension.

Then, and only then, did the suggestion come from Kirishima: "How about a movie night?"

A good way to bond as a class. A bunch of variety in the movies. A large common room to watch in. And, most of all, after it all finished, they could pretty much just have a huge sleepover in the common room! What wasn't there to like?

Of course, the sleepover was the hard part. Picking out a bunch of different movies? Easy. Actually getting to sleep? Tough, but manageable.

Waking up?

Fucking atrocious.

"Look, that one's not even my fault!" Bakugo instantly interrupts, realizing where the memory was heading instantly. "I literally just...existed!"

"Then exist better," Todoroki's retort was speedy and efficient, almost as if he expected Bakugo to say that.

Of course, they believed that the moment that Midoriya fell asleep, which was surprisingly late given how early he always woke up (Tokoyami made a note in his head to ask Deku to monitor how much sleep he gets), they knew the competition to woo him for the night was done. When the morning came around, that'd become a different story, but for the time being, it'd be fine.

Or so they thought.

"Psst! Kacchan!" Deku whisper-yelled from under his blanket; his body had long become accustomed to staying up late to keep his body working out, he sure wasn't gonna knock out now.

The same couldn't be said for Bakugo, who always seemed to sleep extraordinarily early. With the potentially earliest bedtime of all the students, it was no surprise that he was the first one to knock out (even if Mina had had the sneaking suspicion that he stayed up looking at his baby Deku pictures that he so smugly bragged about to them without showing them, leaving him to hold complete advantage).

Deku knew this all too well, having slept over at Bakugo's all too many times, despite the explosive boy's attempts to get him to stop sleeping over.

"Dude, didn't you see how fucking adorable he is when he sleeps?!" Kaminari dramatically fans himself; he can practically feel how hot Deku is to him even though he isn't in the room.

Yet, here he stood, right at the foot of his sleeping bag, the explosive boy quietly snoring while cursing out something in his dream.

He's probably trying to attack me, isn't he? Deku mused with a soft, amused smile on his face, before softly kneeling down to tap him on the shoulder. He's probably going to try attacking me here, but...it's worth it.

If anything, Bakugo Katsuki was exactly what you'd think poking a bear with a stick would be like when woken up; ready to attack at any moment. It was almost certain death for anyone trying to do that; Ashido and Sero had learned it first-hand after trying to prank him with a cup of water while he was sleeping.

Luckily, or unluckily from the view of the Deku Club, Deku often charged right into certain death without any hesitation. It was practically his special move, his own unique twist on hero moves. The good old charge directly into Shigaraki's hand during the USJ attack.

Which is exactly why he wasn't at all afraid. If he could handle one of the most threatening villains in Japan, he could definitely handle one of his classmates.

"Kacchan!" He whisper-yelled again, gently nudging his shoulder again and holding his blanket. He took a soft inhale, steeling himself. There was one way to do what he was about to do, and it always worked.

Was it the most underhanded thing Deku would regularly exploit for his childhood friend? Yes.

Did that mean he'd stop using the strategy? No. To him, this was a price well worth paying.

He gulped, taking a sharp inhale, and a slow, deep exhale. It was now or never, especially with the quiet grumbling coming from Bakugo. He put on the weapon that he thought only worked on Kacchan (spoiler alert: it worked on literally anyone).

What the Deku Club had dubbed "The invincible kitty-pout." They hypothesized that it was his real quirk, and that, if utilized correctly, would even cause Shigaraki, if not the entire League of Villains, to surrender if Midoriya had asked nicely enough.

It was a weapon that worked on anyone from any distance. Uraraka when Deku needed a pencil in class. Todoroki when he got a little too chilly. Iida whenever he was struggling on a homework problem.

However, despite its potentially lethal nature by heart-attack due to adorableness, Deku knew it as a tool to use on only one person. Everyone else had been exposed to it accidentally, yet for Bakugo, this was the one true trump card he thought he had over the pomeranian teen.

In the most child-like, soft, almost naively innocent tone, he whispered when Bakugo finally opened his eyes enough to see Deku, Midoriya whispered, "C-Could I please lie down with you f-for now? I-I had a nightmare…" he clenched his pillow slightly tighter to emphasize his point.

Now, Bakugo wasn't what you'd call the most emotionally composed person. He was the one who was constantly at risk of blowing up at somebody, obviously.

With that in mind, when Bakugo was blinded by a smile that he could've sworn quite literally melted his heart, his mind went blank. He'd constantly tried to get Deku to stop smiling for a reason: he would be able to think.

The problem is that when Deku does smile, he can't think. He can't come up with counter-strategies, ways to drive him away, plans to stop Deku from smiling. He's always on the constant line, tiptoeing the barrier of saying "Fuck it" and getting on one knee to propose to Deku right then and there.

Which is why Bakugo, in his third place rank of the class when it comes to intellect, knows exactly what to do.

His mind definitely doesn't know what he wanted right then and there.

But his heart sure as hell did.

"Just…" Bakugo's voice came out dry and gravelly, no doubt from the cold air needed to moderate the temperature of a room with 20 teenagers in it. "Just get the fuck under here, shithead." He grumbled, opening his blanket up for Midoriya to excitedly crawl under before Bakugo was awake enough to change his mind.

He barely registered when Deku wrapped an arm around him, pulling himself closer to Bakugo's lean, muscular body, resting his head on his arm.

Midoriya wasn't a person who asked for much. At least, he thought he wasn't. He'd like to think he was a rather selfless person who didn't cause too many minor problems. Major ones, yes. But minor ones, he tried to avoid if he could.

Being in someone's arms? That shit made Midoriya positively melt. For all the lack of hugs and touches that were affectionate during his younger years, he'd practically broken down in tears the first time that Uraraka hugged him, or the first time that Kirishima ruffled his hair when the two of them worked out. For all the times that Midoriya had made his classmates's hearts melt, they had yet to truly realize what someone could do simply by hugging him.

At least, all of them except Bakugo, who had been more than willing to secretly abuse this power outside of their watching eyes.

Outside of their eyes, that is, until tonight.

"What are you doing," Uraraka's normally cheerful voice turned into pure envy, jealousy, and rage. Of all the people to wake up first, it had to be her. The one right next to Bakugo. The one right next to the one person that Deku was cuddling in his sleep right now.

If there was one thing that could stop Midoriya from waking up earlier than everyone else to get his morning workout in, it was when someone was there with him in bed. It didn't even have to be a person, actually. His mom had to ban him from his All Might stuffed toy when he was a kid because he'd always wake up too late from hugging it so tightly when he slept, and it was a habit that he was grateful that she stopped.

Yet, the desire to stay warm in bed still resided deep within Izuku, a desire that his future partner would absolutely love to wake up in the morning to.

And also a desire that the entire Deku Club wished would not belong to anybody but themselves.

Least of all someone else in the club, and even more least of all, sure as hell not Bakugo.

Shoji slowly rose from his own sleeping bag to be met with the sight of Bakugo and Midoriya tangled up in a mess of limbs, with Midoriya being the little spoon in the sleeping position. The two of them were bundled up comfortably, Bakugo's face softly pressed into the back of Midoriya's neck, almost burying itself into his collar. It was clear to the entire room as they started to wake up that the two of them hadn't slept this well in quite some time.

One by one, they all caught sight of what Uraraka's malevolent glare was all directed at.

"Everyone!" Iida's voice broke the tense silence, jarring Midoriya awake like an alarm clock. "I believe we have slept in too long!"

("Thank you, Iida, for so willingly using your class president position to our advantage!" They all wished to say right then and there; it was in character for him, and made sense for him to be the one to say it out loud.)

"E-Eh?" Midoriya cutely yawned, softly rubbing some sleep out of his eyes. Their glares softened at the mere sight of him lightly stretching, and likely their murderous intent would've completely vanished had Bakugo's arms still not been around Midoriya, keeping him in.

"Good morning, everyone," he muttered as he tried to wake up, only to find a weight on his torso keeping him down. "Huh…?" He opened his eyes a little more, only to see Bakugo's arm wrapped around him…

Just like they were a married couple in bed.

They made the connection very quickly, despite the stretch.

"K-Kacchan! W-Wake up!" Deku sputtered out, voice cracking instantly with a mortified blush crawling up his face. He tried pushing his friend's arm off of him, but to no avail. In fact, he could've sworn that Bakugo pulled him closer, like he didn't want Midoriya to get up…

Just like he was a husband that didn't want his spouse to leave the bed, even though they had things to do.

Of course, they made the connection instantly, despite the fact that that was an even greater stretch.

"Just...five more minutes, Shitty Nerd…" Bakugo grumbled, pulling Midoriya into his chest with force.

Almost...almost as if he was awake.

Bakugo kept his smirk to himself, Take that, extras.

You should NEVER try to steal Midoriya right in front of our eyes!

Bakugo took a moment to recall the memory, before the largest shit-eating grin that they'd ever seen, like he was begging to be punched smack in the jaw, creeps onto his face with confidence.

"Oh, that?" Bakugo's tone turns condescending, like he'd already won. "I remember that! I was awake during that!" He cackled, howling like a baboon, each laugh a new blow to their gut.

"So you did that on purpose?" Yaoyorozu grit her teeth; it was one thing to insult her. It was one thing to insult her family. It was another to take away Midoriya from her arms!

"Duh!" Bakugo snorted, crossing his arms smugly. "The best part? That's not even the first time, you idiots!"

"Not the first time?" Kirishima darkly mutters, feeling like he was about to do something that wasn't so manly.

"Wasn't that obvious, Shitty hair?" Bakugo clicks his tongue, scratching his cheek as he tried to word it in a way that he wouldn't lose one of the few actual friendships he'd made at U.A. "We've known each other since we were kids; of course I'd have a fuckin' home field advantage here! We've had sleepovers all the time!"

"You? A sleepover?" Rikidou bites the inside of his cheeks, feeling rather glad there wasn't any sugar nearby to boost his power; he wasn't sure he wouldn't be able to punch through a wall if that were the case. "I'm sorry...I can't really see it."

"Well, it wasn't me who wanted to at first!" Bakugo scoffs, glancing away before looking at the clock. 8:19. Cool. 11 more minutes. "It was my goddamn old hag who kept inviting Deku!"

"And you're just...taking that for granted?!" Jirou gasps with a hand clenching her chest where her heart was, almost offended. She'd tried to invite Midoriya over once, but her father tried pulling that act of "What are your intentions with my daughter," as if the two were already dating. I mean, I wish that were the case, but he didn't need to be so rude about it!

"Well, what am I supposed to do?!" Bakugo counters, before being blasted with a cacophony of jealous noises that would easily drown out Present Mic's quirk.

He hears a mix of words. The sharp tongue of Todoroki, no doubt insulting him in his typically cool, calm, collected manner. Kirishima's cries of unmanly treatment of the class's object of affection. Asui's jealous, blunt muttering. Hell, even Iida's hand chopping motion was coming across clear as day to him.

He peers at the computer, trying to block out their words long enough to read out their third point.

Hang...hang….Fuck, why do they have to type everything in such a small font? Bakugo laments the fact that he never got himself some cool-looking contacts when he was young; at least he'd be able to act like his eyes were a naturally awesome color, even though his eye color was already rather unique.

Hangouts? I think that's what that says.

In a flash, he hears Iida's words cut across clearer than ever, "And of all people, he wants to hang out with you more often than anyone else here! You call that something you don't want to do if you keep accepting it?!"

Oh, they're talking about how Deku keeps asking me to hang out with him. How the hell is that my fault?

"Problem children."

Aizawa's voice is...distinct, and it silences them. There's not another word that they can use to describe it. While some of their voices stand out far more than the others, Aizawa's voice is unmistakable among 1-A. Hell, it's probably unique from everyone at U.A, after all; how the hell were you going to imitate the epitome of tiredness?

"I get that all of you are doing things that I absolutely will not involve myself in," he shoots a pointed look at Iida, who can only find the ground rather interesting. "But if you can stop speaking about how Midoriya supposedly has eyes that would...as you put it, literally make you strip for him on the spot if he asked," he looks at Ashido with disgust, who looks completely shameless at her words being repeated for the class. In fact, she seems proud of those words. "There are guests here at the moment. Please, for the love of any respect you have for humanity, do not make fools of yourselves."

There's a moment of silence that Aizawa takes as understanding before he turns away from the doorway, "Come in."

"Thank you, Aizawa-san!" A pepped-up voice comes barreling through the door, all cheerful and happy.

"Yeah, thanks," Another voice comes through, this one more aggressive, as if only polite for the sake of what politeness is supposed to be. "Now, where the hell is my brat?"

"Oy, you old hag!" Bakugo belts out, silencing the rest of the people in the room, even their mutterings. "The hell do you mean, 'brat?'"

"I mean brat, you brat!" Mitsuki shouts back, entering the room, her hand held up in a fist. Midoriya Inko follows closely behind, trying to stop her from doing anything that'd result in permanent brain damage. The room straightens up; it'd been long established that, if they were to earn Midoriya's affection, they'd need the approval of Mamadoriya.

"What the hell are you even doing here?! Why aren't you ready?!" She lectures him, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him up the stairs. "Get the hell over here and show me to where your room is! I can't have you looking like you never learned how to dress!" Mamadoriya only looks at her friend drag Bakugo up the stairs, though the teen puts up quite the resistance, with a soft smile on her face. Oh, how she'd stayed the same.

She lightly chuckled, before turning to the rest of the teens. Aizawa almost envies how much power she holds over her. It almost makes him consider temporarily being part of Midoriya's family simply for the sake of holding this power over his students. Almost.

"Now, none of you would have happened to see my baby boy, would you?" She shyly whispers, a soft laugh escaping her gentle features.

"Mom!" Midoriya's excited voice comes down, as if on cue, followed by fast-paced steps down the stairs before the wielder of One For All barrels into his mother's arms with a bright smile on his face, blinding the absolutely whipped class. "It's been so long!"

She responds with a smile that's just as bright, and they faintly remember where the hell Midoriya got his smiles from, "It's only been a few weeks, Izuku!"

Aizawa gently smiles at the soft scene in front of him, before remembering the fact that it'd completely ruin his image if his students were to ever see it.

"Uh…" Uraraka softly speaks up, raising a hand. "I don't mean to be rude, but what are you picking up Deku for?"

"Oh!" Mamadoriya sheepishly chuckles, scratching the back of her head with a soft blush on her face. "Mitsuki invited me and Izuku to go to dinner with her, Masaru, and Katsuki. Oh, it's been so long since we've all had dinner together…"

"Oy, you goddamn brat!" Mitsuki's voice comes back down, dragging a newly dressed Bakugo with her. "I swear, if I have to break out the goddamn embarrassing stories to your classmates, I will!"

"Oh? Embarrassing stories?" Ashido perks up quickly, before Mamadoriya's next words come shooting her, as well as the rest of the class.

"Oh, really, Mitsuki?" Mamadoriya lightly giggles, putting a hand to her mouth. "Like the time Izuku accidentally gave his first kiss to Katsuki because you couldn't tell him what a kiss really meant?"

The entire room freezes, and Aizawa doesn't know what he wouldn't give to get this sort of silence from the class that he could command at will.

Mitsuki blushes, embarrassed, "Hey! They were three, what was I supposed to do?! Tell him that kissing is for people who fuck?!"

"M-Mom!" Izuku turns beet red, as does Bakugo as he starts pushing them all out. "U-Uh, see you guys!" He gives them a quick wave, before pushing the group out to the car where Masaru was waiting.

Aizawa barely dodged them, and yet, it looked like he'd gone through a whole battle.

He turns to the class, resisting every urge he has to not make fun of his own students, "Now...Todoroki. Didn't you say that you wanted to be the one to steal Midoriya's first kiss or something?"

He's barely able to keep it together as the ice-and-fire teen sends him the worst glare he'd ever sent anyone. The catatonic looks on their faces almost make dealing with their horniness worth it. Hearing that one of their greatest rivals for Midoriya's heart had already gotten his first kiss, and that Midoriya had given it to him? That knowledge on their faces? Fucking priceless.

Did he want to keep himself out of teenage hormones? Yes.

Did he want to be able to abuse that power just to mess with them when he could? Absolutely.

Would he end up mentioning this to Present Mic? 100%.

Knowing him, he'd definitely try bringing it up in class all the time. Aizawa shrugged to himself. Well, that's for them to deal with. It builds character.

Final Decision of Meeting 7 (Home Field Advantage): Assassinate Bakugo Katsuki. Make him unkiss Midoriya so we can be the first to do it.

Small aftermath event:

"Hey, glasses! What's up?" Hatsume called out to Iida as he entered her workshop. "You got somethin' you need me building?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," he pushes up his glasses, tone murderous. "Is there a way you could make it so that someone can take back a kiss?"

"Take back a kiss? Whatcha mean?"

"Midoriya gave his first kiss to Bakugo when they were kids. I want to know if it's possible to reverse that decision."

A moment of silence.

"Don't worry; I'll make it so I can undo that kiss as many goddamn times as I need to."

It isn't often that Hatsume swears; she can usually get by with substituting the swear with something involving her babies.

But when she swears, you better believe that she means business.