A/N: Attempting a My Hero Academia fanfiction. Haven't been able to stop reading them and my own ideas have started swirling. This idea stems from the Miraculous Ladybug and Assassination Classroom fanfics with a similar premise...that I can no longer find. This is BakuDeku.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot that we sadly all wish was true.
"Who's brilliant fucking idea was it to watch Assassination Classroom?"
The resounding silence of class 1A was enough to make Bakugo begin emitting small explosions on his palms, a sneer across his face.
Before Bakugo could either blow up the room or someone could step up, a disheveled Kaminari and Kiroshima opened the door to the classroom. Both of their faces turned white when they spotted the heated man at the front of the room. They immediately tried running, whether to the seats or to the other side of the school, we aren't sure because they ended up tripping over each other and landing in a mess on the floor.
"Alright what did you idiots do to each other? The one shared brain cell hasn't been this scared of you since we met." questioned Mina. Said brain cells were still on the floor, attempting to crawl out of their tangled limbs.
"Remember how-" Kirishima paused, glancing at Bakugo's intense glare. "Someone showed us Assassination classroom? And Nagisa totally knocked out Kaede with that kiss? And that hit counter?"
Finally untangling themselves from each other, Denki picked up, "We thought that if we learned how to kiss like that we can really pull the ladies! But we can't practice on a girl or else they could overpower us!"
Nodding his head along, Eijiro continued, "So who else could we turn to than our very own Bakubro!" At that, Katsuki glared even harder at the two, causing them to run to their seats. They may have stepped on some of their friends' desks, but we don't judge that behavior in this class. Except for Iida, who was not back in the classroom yet after being sent to grab something.
Bakugo's bloodlust was no longer directed solely at Denki or Kirishima, having already beat the shit out of them, but the whole class- demanding someone give him an answer.
Ochako hopped in, redirecting Katsuki's death glare, "That kiss was so wonderful! Even though I don't ship them, it was so intense and spicy." Katsuki's explosions became louder at Ochako's failure to bring anything useful to the conversation.
Momo casually added, "That wouldn't be a bad skill to have as a hero. Never know when that type of skill would be useful."
Multiple people from around the room began to express their perspective on the moment in the show. Mostly everyone agreed that it would be a good skill or that it was a good moment. This seemed to piss Bakugo off even more. Everyone was ignoring the fact that Denki and Eijiro had once again tried kissing him. Since everyone was talking equally about the show, Bakugo couldn't figure out who started introducing the show to the rest.
"IF SOMEONE DOESN'T SPEAK UP RIGHT NOW-" Bakugo's threat was cut off by the entrance of Midoriya, who walked past the screaming man listening to his music, like it was an everyday occurrence.
Well because it is.
The green haired boy oblivious to the reason for the blonde's outburst was humming to the song he was listening to as he walked to his desk. The class having gone quite from this appearance allowed for everyone to recognize just what song the boy was humming to.
"Uh oh, guess someone finally answered Bakubro's question." Kaminari muttered under his breath as he leaned back in his seat, relaxing knowing the glare is no longer directed at himself.
Midoriya is definitely humming the last anime opening of Assassination Classroom...where the kiss happens.
Bakugo stomped his way to the smaller boy, who was oblivious to the impending fight. He grabbed the back of Deku's collar, forcing him to turn around. Being jerked back made one of Midoriya's earbuds fall out.
"Wha-" Deku attempted to say but fell short when Bakugo grabbed the dangling earbud and put it to his ear.
"Of course it was fucking Deku." Bakugo growled out as he threw the earbud back at it's owner, who was still being held slightly in the air.
"Kacchan, what do you want now? What are you talking about?"
"Don't try and act all fucking innocent. You were the one to show this damn class that anime and that damn kissing scene. You put ideas into Pikachu and Spiky hair's heads, their brains aren't meant to think!" The brain cells interrupted Bakugo's rant with pathetic 'heys' that were shushed by everyone else. "Now I have to kick your ass."
After quickly processing what Bakugo was accusing him of, Deku began to smirk in a very Bakugo like way. The class leaned forward in their seats, even more invested in the impending drama.
"Are you mad that I showed them the anime or the fact that they would have totally knocked you out with their hit count?" Deku accused his childhood friend. Shocking nearly everyone at the forwardness of the accusation.
"You think that those losers could beat me? I am the best damn kisser here!"
"Then prove it."
Deku's challenge lingered in the air. Bakugo paused in his retort, considering what Deku was challenging him. It didn't take long for him to decide what he wanted to do. Bakugo never steps down from a fight, especially against Deku and especially when he knows he is going to win.
Throwing Deku down, causing him to stumble and lean against his desk, Bakugo countered, "Oh yeah fuckin' Deku? You think you can get a higher hit count than me? You're on."
The green haired boy turned to face his friend, smiling. "Kacchan never backs down from a fight." He laughed meekly before setting the rules. "We have the rest of the school week to surprise attack and kiss each other, the rest of our class will stand as witnesses making sure neither of us play dirty."
Bakugo crossed his arms, confident in his victory. This gives him three days to overpower this wimp. Having to make sure there is a witness at all times only causes a slight hindrance on his already forming plan.
"What do I win when I have the higher hit count?"
"Any one thing you want from me. And if I win, I get one thing from you. Except I am not jumping off of a bridge and we do not have to tell each other what we want till we win." Midoriya put his hand up between them. "So do we have a deal, Kacchan?"
Grabbing his hand hard in a death grip handshake, "You fuckin bet we do."
