Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for the OC. I do not own My Hero Academia. This story is for entertainment purposes only. Also putting it out there, I am not a furry, no judgment but that's just not what this story is about. Also, this is a fanfiction so please don't hate on whether or not things are cannon/possible. Warning, contains M18+ content such as sexual conduct, explicit language, rape, discussion of suicide/depression and death. Sit tight, buckle your seatbelt, and enjoy the ride~

Spring- Mid April, UA year three - Early Morning - Dorms

Katsuki Bakugo rolled in his bed, deeply taking in the soft sheets he had just washed last night. They were already marinated in his scent, cinnamon whiskey from his cologne and burnt sugar from his sweat. He takes in the all too familiar, but comforting, scent while slowly opening an eye to check the time on his alarm clock. It read 4:45am.

"Shit." Bakugo said to himself before rolling over once more, this time facing the ceiling. "Why do I keep waking up so early?" He asked while stretching his limbs and sitting up in his bed. His head hangs low, still feeling groggy. "Might as well get up."

Bakugo reluctantly slides out his bed. Despite the early hour, he knows he won't be able to fall back asleep. Once Bakugo was up, he was up. No matter what time of night or day.

He completes his normal morning ritual complete with stretches, exercise, a shower, and manscaping. It paid off to be up so early, the dorm was quiet. Bakugo had the entire gym to himself.

Once his ritual was complete he checked the time again, 6:15am. "Damn, why is time going by so slow?" He said, deciding it was probably time for breakfast. By now a few of his fellow classmates had awoken. The morning birds, Iida, Midoriya, Momo, Todoroki, and Kouda were making their way to their own rituals. This was typical for Bakugo. It was extremely rare for someone to be up before him.

While UA served breakfast, he'd rather cook it himself. It was easier to log calories this way. He makes himself a plate of eggs, five to be exact, three filets of grilled fish, and enough rice for three bowls. Sitting quietly by himself he began to indulge in the first meal of his day.

By the time he was almost finished the clock was showing 7:08am. By now, everyone had woken up and the UA dorm was alive with morning routines and ordinary school day chit-chat. Bakugo took his plates to the sink and began to wash his dishes. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone approaching him. Red, spiky hair, it had to be Kirishima.

"Morning bro! Did you save me some food?" Kirishima said while giving a sleepy wave. It was too early for Bakugo to be bothered with stupid questions. He ignored his friend and continued to clean after himself. "Smells like fish." Kirishima says while smelling the air around him. "I'm guessing you didn't sleep last night."

Kirishima knew his friend too well. A 'normal' breakfast for Bakugo contained eggs, lots of eggs, and bread. For his friend to actually cook meant he must have had a lot of time on his hands. Bakugo finishes his dishes, drying his hands on a towel. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep till two… and I woke up before five." He said in an almost monotone voice. This had become a trend for Bakugo over the last few months, he even stopped setting his alarm.

"You gotta sleep man. Have you tried meditating before bed? Or what about essential oils?" The red haired boy said with a hint of worry in his eyes. Kirishima worried with reason. Bakugo's sudden insomnia was getting worse and didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. He could see bags forming under his friends' crimson eyes.

"Yeah I've tried all of that shit and it doesn't work." Bakugo said, now feeling slightly irritated at his own fatigue. It was difficult for the blonde-haired fireball to stay calm, even with a full night's sleep. "Well you've gotta-" Kirishima started but was soon cut off with sharp words. "The only thing I gotta do is get ready for class. Out of my way." Bakugo said harshly, pushing aside his friend and making his way back to his room. Knowing his friend's temper, Kirishima brushed it off. He was used to Bakugo's outbursts and attitude. It was actually one of the things he liked most about him.

The morning sun was shining bright today. To Bakugo's tired eyes, it felt much brighter than normal, causing him to squint most of the way to school. By now he was in his third and final year at UA and could practically make this walk with his eyes closed, so that's what he decided to do. Giving his tired eyes a rest, he took a deep breath and continued his way in darkness, heightening his other scents.

His senses were advanced for someone of his age. He could pinpoint where someone was based on sound making it easy to avoid bumping into anyone. The path to UA was pretty simple, eighty feet straight, right turn, and two-hundred feet with three steps at around one-hundred and fifty. He continued on his path, counting his steps, making sure to not lose track.

Bakugo was right about to reach the first step when a scent struck him, almost causing him to get completely off track. Jasmine and amber. The scent entered his nostrils, filling his body. It was light, sweet, and warm. The smell was faint and weakening fast. He opened one of his tired eyes, trying to find the source of the smell but found he was alone. Something about that smell had struck him differently than other smells. Something about it called directly to his inner core.

Before he knew it, the scent was gone. Bakugo felt the bags of his eyes begin to weigh heavy and continued his way to school. Class 3-A was in a loud frenzy as normal. Classmates happily discussed their plans for the upcoming weekend, exchanged notes on recent lectures, and, of course, gossiped. Was Bakugo really the only person who felt utterly exhausted?

Without saying a word he found his seat, the same seat he's claimed for three years. Second row, close to the board but not too close. Luckily, he always sat behind Hagakure so his view was never obstructed. Deku sat behind him but was practically invisible to him as well. Bakugo only acknowledged his rival when it came to combat and competition. Jirou, his only neighbor, kept to herself, mainly focused on Kaminari. There was nothing in class to distract him, making it difficult for him to stay awake.

Bakugo unpacked his bag, looking around the room with tired eyes. This room had been his prison for three long years. If Bakugo was Superman, patients was his Kryptonite. He only saw school as a stepping stone. His end goal was to become a pro hero, the best hero. Better than Deku, even better than All Might. If becoming a pro hero meant he would have to endure years of schooling then so be it, but he surely wouldn't do it with a smile.

The class quickly settled and took their seats as the bell rang. Mr. Aizawa could be heard outside of the classroom door which was still closed. He was speaking to someone, his voice audible but words fuzzy.

A moment passes and Mr. Aizawa enters the classroom. He looks the same, for the most part, as he did in their first year. A few grey hairs now lingered on his head, probably caused by stress and troublesome students. The bags under his eyes had become more intense, something he and Bakugo now had in common.

Aizawa placed his briefcase on his desk, taking an internal headcount. Everyone was present except one person. Bakugo had been so tired this morning he didn't even notice the extra seat placed between him and Deku. It was too late in the year for a new student, wasn't it? Maybe a transfer from another class.

Either way, Bakugo didn't see the mystery student as a possible companion, it was as a rival. Someone for him to battle wits with, test his strength and reinforce his position as the strongest student in class.

Aizawa took the stage. "Alright, let's get down to it. You all have a fitness exam today after lunch. This is just to check for progress. This test isn't supposed to be difficult. Just do your best and we'll adjust your workout routines accordingly." He paused, taking a slow breath. Mr. Aizawa was never considered lively in the morning. He was better described as a caterpillar, one who had come out of its cocoon far too early.

He finally continued. "I'm assuming you've all noticed the extra seat. We have a new student joining us for the remainder of the school year. She's a transfer from a private hero school. Normally we wouldn't take on a new student this late but she… well that's actually none of your business. I expect all of you to make her feel welcome." At this Mr. Aizawa shouted for the mysterious student to finally enter the classroom.

Bakugo didn't bother turning around. As soon as he heard the word "she" he had lost complete interest. Unless this girl had a quirk like Deku's that made her extremely strong, there was no way she'd be a threat to him. She'd just be another annoying, high pitch, headache to add to the already established group of annoying, high pitch, headaches in his class.

The door quietly opened, he could hear faint footsteps. The reaction from his classmates was rather odd. They were silent. His ear caught a few gasps and faint whispers but it was mainly silence. He could see Jirou's face out of the corner of his eye. Her jaw was slightly dropped, eyes wide. "This must be one weird looking chick." Bakugo thought to himself, closing his eyes and imagining what the new classmate must look like.

Maybe she was green with tentacle arms, maybe her head was ten times bigger than her body, maybe she looked like Mineta. He smirked at this, finding amusement in his own imagination. Focused on his own thoughts, he didn't notice the girl place her bag behind him. He didn't feel her brush passed him, making her way to the front of the class. He didn't feel her footsteps near his own feet. He didn't notice her body, but what he did notice was the same curious scent he had encountered on his way to school.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. Chapter 2 coming very soon!