"U-Umm, Aya-chan…Y-You really don't have to walk me to my classroom. It's not a big deal!" Midoriya managed to squeak out after walking into the school, shaking off some reporters asking about All Might.

She glanced at him in her peripheral vision and looked back forward within the same second. "Perhaps not, but you are aware that I need to pass your classroom before I can get to my own, yes?" He flinched, having forgotten that. He was just so used to the two of them walking to school together. The problem wasn't that he didn't want to walk with her anymore.

The problem was that he didn't want her and Bakugou to meet.

Ever since the whole battle training fiasco, he wasn't sure what she was thinking. Ayano hadn't mentioned anything about it. Like always, she didn't even show much emotion. Midoriya was too afraid to ask her anything for various reasons.

He wasn't sure what had happened after he knocked out, but Ayano was apparently furious at Bakugou. The green-haired boy had never even seen her enraged before and if what his classmates had told him was true, he didn't want to.

He also didn't want to ask for his own well-being. He had used One For All in that battle, after all. He was well aware of how observant Ayano was. He could never hide anything from her, but he didn't want to ask just to confirm his suspicions.

If she didn't say anything because she didn't know, that would be great. If she didn't say anything because she was being considerate, that was also fine. He just knew that they would have to talk about it eventually. He wasn't ready for that now.

"Even if there was an alternate route to my classroom, I still have matters to attend to in yours." Before he knew it, Ayano had quickly slid the large door open. "A-AYA-CHAN!?"

Much of the class had looked at the entrance. Bakugou had looked as well. He grew angry at seeing the two childhood friends together, but his shame took over when he met Ayano's eyes. The boy just clicked his tongue and shifted his head to look at the wall.

The class was silent, not knowing what exactly their relationship was or if they had reconciled at all.

Ayano plainly walked up to the boy's desk, not sparing any glances at his classmate's curious gazes. Using both hands, she took out a gigantic pile of papers from her bag. She released her grip, letting them plop onto the wooden surface and creating a resonating sound within the silent room.

Bakugou's eye twitched. "The fuck is this?" "The other half of the paperwork for your costume." "Huh?!"

"Did you think I was joking?" The class gulped along with Midoriya. It seemed she was serious about taking away his costume. "I told you that you are on probation. You can have the costume back only after completing these forms." She walked away from him.

Midoriya blinked. Probation? Have the costume 'back'? Were they on okay terms again?

"Oh." Pausing for a moment, releasing the sound. She looked back at Bakugou over her shoulder. "It would be in your best interest to complete those before lunch, as you will probably want your costume before hero training starts in the afternoon."

"How the hell am I supposed to do all of this before lunch?! I have class too!" Ayano walked back to him. She propped one hand onto his desk, the other placed on her hip. Leaning towards him with their faces inches apart, he grew flustered but tried his best not to show it.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were going to 'run me and my support items into the dirt'? How exactly are you going to accomplish that without my costume? Furthermore, the future number one hero is unable to even complete simple paperwork? How embarrassing. Perhaps I should take this costume away after all, and give it to somebody worthy." She began taking away the papers.

A couple veins popped onto Bakugou's forehead and his eyes grew ablaze. He snatched back the pile, shouting obscenities. "I'll show you!" He screamed, quickly writing with his pen, nearly tearing through the paper.

Ayano held in her chuckle. Although, she couldn't do the same for her small smile. Maybe it was better to say that it was closer to a smirk. It was simply too easy to rile him up. He always rose to the challenge.

"You know, I'm starting to see why you guys were friends." Kirishima noted off-handedly to Midoriya, many of his other classmates nodding in agreement. "Yeah! Their personalities are so different but after yesterday, we saw that she's just as intense as Bakugou." Kaminari added.

"They're both pretty scary, but did you see how well they worked together? They're surprisingly a crazy good combo!" Mina exclaimed. "The strong are stronger together…" Tokoyami stated.

Midoriya stared at his two childhood friends, Bakugou furiously scribbling and Ayano barely maintaining her poker face. The boy smiled.

It seemed that he had worried for nothing.

As lunch rolled around, Iida, Uraraka, Midoriya, and Ayano all searched for a spot to sit among the crowds of people. "Eh? Aya-chan, you're not buying lunch?" Uraraka questioned. The girl shook her head. "It is far more nutritional and economical to prepare my own lunch." Suddenly, she was yanked backwards, Bakugou gripping tightly to her wrist.

"May I help you?" Ayano asked with a raised brow. "Help me with the paperwork." He demanded as he pulled her arm again. "Why? There is literally nothing on there that requires any thought. All you have to do is sign and initial your name where I did."

"Just come with me, okay!?" The blond shouted before he dragged Ayano away. The trio stood in shock for a moment before Iida flailed his hands about. "Midoriya! Was it alright to let that happen!?" The green-haired boy gave his friend one look before looking back at Bakugou pulling away an annoyed Ayano.

He smiled gently. "Yeah, it's okay."

Ayano stared at the filled-out stack of papers in front of her. She shook her head in disbelief. "I knew that was a complete and utter lie. If you wanted to have lunch with me, you could have just said so."

"Who the hell would want to have lunch with a weirdo like you?!" Bakugou yelled, viciously biting into his food. She gave him a deadpan expression, but he refused to look back at her.

Deciding to let it go, she started to unwrap her lunchbox but was interrupted by loud sirens. Suddenly, the loud cafeteria was made even louder as panic erupted from the students. Everyone was frantically getting out of their seats and rushing to the exit, Ayano getting knocked around here and there.

She felt a familiar grip on her wrist. "Shit! What the hell is going on!?" She barely heard him among the other shouts. The two slammed against the large windows, Bakugou pushing himself off and standing in front of her. His palms were pushed against the glass, one on either side of her, acting as a barrier to the stampede.

The two stood in place, Ayano's back against the glass and her front pushed up against Bakugou's chest. They were being jostled a bit, but Bakugou held his ground, forcing students to go around them. At a particularly hard push he shouted, "Watch where you're going, retard!"

The girl gazed up at the ceiling, noticing support beams across them. She grabbed the bionic arm cover from her bag and slipped it on, shooting the grappling hook up at the beams. She quickly ascended, pulling Bakugou up with her. He yelped, though he probably shouldn't have been too surprised. She was always carrying some weird invention with her, always having something up her sleeve.

They reached the support beam, pulling themselves the rest of the way up to sit upon it. Ayano looked down, seeing the many heads of the frightened students. "What a bunch of mooks, getting scared about some dumb alarm." Bakugou stated. For once, Ayano had to agree with him.

This was a school breeding students with the highest potential of becoming heroes. Not to mention that there were literally hundreds of them in this room right now. Did really none of them think they could stand up to whatever was invading the premises?

Ayano pulled out her lunchbox. "Wha—you brought that thing with you?" He shouldn't have been surprised at the bionic arm cover, but he certainly could be surprised at this. The alarm sounded when she was just about to unwrap her lunch. When did she even have the time to think about taking it with her in this frenzy?

"Of course. Why would I waste a perfectly good lunchbox, a perfectly good cloth, and perfectly good food?" She asked rhetorically, easily placing the box in her lap and beginning to eat.

Bakugou's mouth was open in shock. He soon relaxed the muscles, giving a short breath of laughter. There really was no telling what this girl would do and there really was nothing she couldn't do.

Truly amazing.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, a piece of her tamagoyaki was shoved into it. He nearly choked, unsure whether he should glare at her or look at her with confusion.

"You left your lunch down there. You have basic hero training after this. It would be wise that you do not work on an empty stomach." Bakugou quickly tried to hide his blush, especially after seeing her take a bite.

It was the same chopsticks, the same part of the tamagoyaki. She hadn't even thought twice about it or wiped the utensil. He willed the blush back.

Instead of shoving it down his throat like the first time, Ayano held out another piece of food in front of him, waiting for him to eat it himself. She looked forward at nothing in particular, still chewing her piece. The girl acted as if this were completely normal and not something totally embarrassing.

Not wanting to lose to her, Bakugou lunged his head forward to chomp at the food. "Stop biting so hard. You'll break the chopsticks." She reprimanded, using them again.

"Shut up!" He shouted back, although the words sounded jumbled because of his full mouth.