Linear timelines are for COWARDS

"Izuku! These extras are harassing me!"

"Good for them. You could use a good harassing," said Midoriya as he sat down in between Uraraka and Bakugou a few minutes after recovering from his death.

"What the fuck?! Don't take their side asshole!"

"Thank you for keeping an eye on him," Midoriya said to Uraraka, blatantly ignoring Bakugou. "I know he can be a handful. I do hope he didn't bite anyone." He reached over to ruffle Bakugou's hair.

"HEY! Cut that out dipshit!" Bakugou violently ripped Midoriya's hand away. "Damn it! You got your fucking glitter in my food!"

"Deal with it."

Uraraka giggled. "I think he was about ready to kill Iida but other than that-"

"I simply corrected his poor grammar," Iida interjected.

"I'LL CORRECT YOU'RE FACE!"

"It's your not you're," Iida said.

"The fuck does that even mean?!"

The banter did not stop for the remainder of lunch. In fact, Bakugou continued to yell up till the start of class.

It was fun, Midoriya decided. For quite some time it had been just him and Bakugou and the occasional lackey who was drawn in by Bakugou's confidence. They never stayed for long.

Uraraka seemed far less shy now that he had gotten to know her and Iida, as stuck up as he might have been, was just as stubborn as Bakugou which made for an entertaining duo.

The rest of the afternoon progressed smoothly, they met their other teachers (each one subjected to Midoriya's constant fanboying) and began to settle in as they became familiar with the school and their classmates.

The day ended with Aizawa returning for the last ten minutes, just in time to stop Bakugou from blowing up Iida who had corrected his grammar once again. (Specifically, he was attempting to explain the difference between to and too, the auditory distinguishment of which is only possible to those aware of the fourth wall.)

Upon using his quirk it was brought to Aizawa's attention that several students had been under the impression that his quirk was "excruciating pain causer" and that the name 'Eraserhead' referred to, as Kaminari put it, "you erase the things in our head that say 'no pain'".

This came as a surprise for Midoriya as he assumed it would only be obvious what their teacher's quirk was after seeing it in action that morning. It was not. You see, the only thing the students had seen was Midoriya falling to the ground in agony, him explaining it away by saying it was Aizawa's quirk, and then providing a vague explanation on how he hadn't felt pain since his quirk came in so he was slightly unprepared. As you can imagine the obvious conclusion from this would be the one that nearly 75% of the class came to; that their teacher was somehow allowed to literally torture his students using his quirk. But I digress.

Eventually, the students began to file out, presumably so that they could go home and prepare for the next day. Midoriya and Bakugou were about to follow suit until Aizawa stopped them.

"Midoriya, I'd like to talk to you for a bit."

Now Midoriya was no stranger to being held after class; you may even recall that talking to his former teacher was actually how he came into contact with the sludge villain. Luckily he hadn't developed a talking-to-teachers-after-class-phobia from that event so he was perfectly content to tell Bakugou to go on without him.

"You're always ditching me, loser," Bakugou grumbled.

"Does little Kacchan need help walking home?" Midoriya said in a babying tone.

"Fuck you."

"I'll come to your house after, 'k?"

"Be fast. The hag's making Katsudon."

Midoriya's face brightened. "Heck yeah! I'll be there."

Aizawa motioned for Midoriya to take a seat before he pulled up a chair himself.

"First, I must apologize for this morning. I had no idea your quirk would react that way, I was simply afraid of you injuring yourself beyond repair. I am glad to see that you're back to normal now."

"No biggie! My healing and pain tolerance isn't in my quirk description so I can see how you were confused." Midoriya waved away his teacher's concern.

"Which is a serious oversight in itself."

"Only sometimes."

Aizawa shook his head. "As long as you're okay I suppose."

Midoriya bounced in his seat which, in a way, proved his okayness.

"The second thing I wanted to discuss is your hero costume."

He pulled out a sheet of paper showing the official blueprint for the design he and Bakugou had decided on nearly 6 weeks prior.

I apologize for interrupting this scene with Aizawa as I'm sure you would find it absolutely hilarious, however, I feel it necessary to commence a slight flashback so that you might know exactly how the design for Midoriya's costume came to fruition. As such I will now turn your attention to roughly a month and a half before the first day of school, specifically to the moment in which Midoriya was showing his friend his costume plan.

"It's trash," said Bakugou as he examined Midoriya's sketch.

"What?! I thought it looked good!"

Bakugou scoffed. "Not even a little bit. The colors are all wrong, the style is so unflattering, and don't get me started on that trainwreck of a face covering."

"Yeah well, what do you know about fashion anyway?! I think it looks great!"

"Izu, my parents are literally designers. I think I know a thing or two about style."

"Fine then. How would you do it?" Midoriya crossed his arms.

Bakugou whipped out a pencil and began to scribble over the design.

"Oy!" Midoriya squeaked.

"First, out with that hoodie. It looks like a shitty easter bunny cosplay."

"I thought it was cool!"

"For a 5-year-old maybe, but this will be your costume for the rest of your life and I am NOT gonna let you go looking like a green All might wannabe."

"Ouch."

"The color coordination is all wrong. Without the hoodie, you'll look like a stick of boiled broccoli. Why on Earth did you put so much green?!"

"I dunno," Midoriya rolled his eyes. "Maybe cuz it's like MY color?!"

"So you use it as an accent. Here," Bakugou added a few notes to the drawing. "Switch the black and green. The black won't stand out as much for stealth missions and then the green just adds to the overall design."

"Huh. That's not actually half bad."

"That's what you get for doubting me, dumbass."

"Any other suggestions?"

Bakugou grinned wickedly.

"Uh, should I be concerned?"

"Hell no. You should be thankful." He turned his attention back to the paper and began to 'fix' it once more at a frantic rate that matched his tone. "Out with the shoulder pads, literally why."

"Well I thought-"

"Don't care. Mouthguard thing also has to go. No need for some demented smile thing that does absolutely nothing."

"Hold up!" Midoriya interjected. "I need something for my face."

"No, you don't."

"Wha- but even YOU have a mask!"

"Listen closely Izu cuz I'm only going to say this once: you don't need a mask.

"Wha-"

"Shut up. The only benefit to a mask is to keep your identity safe, stylistic preference, and to intimidate villains." Bakugou held up a finger to emphasize each point. "You're fucking immortal and I know you don't care about style, so that's out, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

"Wait, what do you mean?"

Bakugou groaned. "Are you REALLY gonna make me spell this out for you?"

"I think at this point clarification is necessary, yes."

"Look. You can already be intimidating when you want to. You don't need a mask for that. Not that this stupid smile mouthguard would accomplish that anyways…"

"What. Kacchan I am most definitely NOT intimidating."

"Well, not typically!" Bakugou threw his hands in the air. "But like, sometimes, when you're pissed or something you get all threatening and it's fucking freaky! You like smile really wide and you kinda look like you wanna EAT someone, and sometimes it's during a fight so there's just like blood trickling down your face. It's seriously messed up."

Midoriya blinked. "Kacchan, was that an attempt at a compliment?"

I would like to interrupt and say that typically calling a person's face, and I quote, "Fucking freaky", is not normally regarded as a compliment, but as it IS Bakugou we are talking about that's about as close as he gets.

"HELL no! I'm just proving my point!"

"Got it. So no mask."

"Exactly."

"...but you think my face is intimidating?"

"I'm moving on."

"Yeah alright, that's fair."

"These gloves are dumb. Do you want to look like a fucking hedgehog?!"

"What?!" Midoriya asked, confused, as most people would be, on how having gloves could in any way, shape, or form warrant being compared to a hedgehog.

"Sonic. Keep up," Bakugou said. "Make them fitted and a little longer, halfway to your elbows. And put some knuckle dusters in them too, to give you punches a little zest."

I must correct Bakugou as "zest" was perhaps not the best word to use in this situation, rather one could use "blood", "pain", or if you're feeling adventurous "both physical and mental turmoil". This is because these are all perfectly reasonable products of knuckle dusters whereas "zest" is not.

"Okay…"

"Colors still suck. Make them red like your shoes."

"Are you done yet?"

"Nope! Maybe if you hadn't had such a shitty design in the first place I wouldn't have to change so much!"

Midoriya sighed. "Fine. Just hurry up would ya?"

"Gotta get rid of the sleeves too-"

"Say what."

"Oh please, I've seen you punch with One For All, do you really think that any sleeves would survive that?"

"Hey! You just want me to match you!"

"So? It only makes sense that the top two heroes will have similar costumes."

"No, it DOESN'T. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, although I'm flattered that you'd be willing to match the number one hero, that takes a lot of confidence."

"You dumbass! I'M going to be the number one hero!"

"Sure you are."

Bakugou growled and pushed his chair back. "I'll show you-"

"Can't we have this fight after my costume is done?"

"FINE. But this is not over."

Midoriya looked down at the edited sketch. "Actually I think it looks pretty good right now. Are we done?"

"No!" Bakugou stared at the paper as it had personally offended him. "It's still missing something…"

"Well, you're the fashionista here."

"I got it!" Bakugou yelled, ignoring Midoriya's jab. "Do you have a gold pen?"

"Yeah?"

"Give it."

Midoriya complied.

Bakugou drew atop the sketch, adding a gold stripe to each glove, gold buttons on his red utility belt, and gold lace laces on his boots.

"Perfect."

"Oh. I like that actually quite a bit."

"What did I fucking tell you? Now if that wasn't a costume worthy of a hero then I don't know what is."

"The number one hero."

"WHY YOU-" Bakugou yelled as he launched himself at Midoriya.

Luckily the sketch managed to survive the encounter by some turn of fate and thus Midoriya's outfit was decided.

AN: Gonna be 100% honest this chapter was entirely self-fulfillment. I just really wanted to redesign Midoriya's costume and I HAD to insert my headcanon of Bakugou being a total fashion diva (you cannot tell me that someone who literally picked grenade gloves and explosion hairpins doesn't care about his looks. Bakugou has more style than the entirety of UA except for maybe Aoyama. Fight me.)