It was a bit of a tradition for the Management Students to have a breakfast fest together in the common area since the meet and greet at the beginning of the semester. It was originally an accident when a few student made pancakes, then someone came down and asked for some. Then another, and another, and another.

Daiki, Saeko, and a few of there other classmates were in the kitchen because it was there turn that week. Fresh out of bed, the curly hair teen was in midway of making pancakes. He was up early and forgot to put on his makeup, he was able to put on his color contacts on.

"What are you wearing?" A kid with asked Saeko who was using a face mask.

"Oh this. I had a small cough the other day. It could be nothing, but I don't want to risk it." Her smile still shine from the masked.

The fact that she could be sick rose some eyebrows. "Are you sure you wanted to cook?"

"I made a promise and I'm gonna stick with it." The students in the management had a sense of trust in each other, so if she said so, they trust her. Sometime had past and more students were arriving and they were serving the food. There was a tranquil moment as they ate and conversed with each other. However, that was soon disturb when there was a pounding on the front entrance.

"Ummmm. Daiki, I think this is for you." A teen with red skin commented pointing his thumb towards the door. Reputation or not, Bakugou was an intimidating person that none of them wanted to approach.

"LET ME SPEAK TO CURLS!" He was pounding on the glass door.

'SHIT!' Daiki yelled at his inner thoughts. His freckles were out in the open and he knew that Bakugou was going to make the connection.

One of the student press the door open and the blonde walked through. He looked and around and set his target towards the kitchen. Daiki at the moment turned around at the stove using the last of the batter.

"HEY CURLS! You have some explaining to do." Everyone in the kitchen was steadily leaving the cooking area. Bakugou jerk his head to Saeko. "YOU TOO VIDEO GIRL! I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY!"

"Oh, Bakugou, or should I say KaBoom. Have a plate, there's plenty of food." Daiki turned around to reveal that he was wearing the same face mask as Saeko who happened to lost her own.

"Stop distracting me!" Bakugou said as he grab a plate and a few pancakes. He then pulled out his cell phone showing off a video entitled "The Redemption of the the Explosion Hero, Part 1." It was a lengthy youtube video with a thumbnail of Saeko and a crop out image of Bakugou. "WHAT'S THIS?"

"I think the locals call it a cell phone." The comment made a kid on the counter snicker a bit, but that just made Bakugou more mad.

"SHUT IT NORMY!" Bakugou shouted and looked back to his manager so to say. "Now tell me why you two posted this! And don't act like you didn't help! I saw your name in the end credits!"

The girl herself was a phenomenal on the tube channels, despite her age, her videos tend to reach the millions. Bakugou hated to admit, he was subscribe to her. "Bakugou, how can I tell you this." He rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, she's helping you."

"Was this a part of your plan!? Didn't you agreed to tell me?"

"It just happened, she was looking for a topic for a video and I recommended you."

"Daiki just tell him!"

"Tell me what!?"

Saeko joined the side of the kitchen's island next to Daiki. "Bakugou, there are hundreds of videos out there that drag you to the ground. You know how many are there that talks you up?" The blonde shook his head. "None! Zero! There still some *cough* negative videos out there, but Daiki persuaded me to make a gamble with you."

Thinking back, Bakugou noticed that the videos was labeled as 'Part 1'. He took a big exhale, she might have been using him, but Daiki helped him again. Which reminded him. "FINE! Curls, what are you doing this evening?!" Daiki looked up for a moment and ponder. "Whatever it is,c clear it! Your coming with me!" Without another word, Bakugou turned around and walked off. With a hand pressed against the exit door, he shouted again. "Flip your mask around, it's on backwards. You look ridiculous!" And he was gone.

Daiki took off the mask. "Thank you for giving this to me."

"Just don't blame me if you start coughing. And why do you hide your freckles anyway? There … nice."

"Oh, it's just to keep up with my appearance." However, that was a lie. The make up was just a way to keep 'Izuku Midoriya' at bay.

'Where is this Daiki bastard?' Bakugou was waiting patiently outside of the gates. He was wearing a red and black flannel shirt open, a pair of jeans, and a white beneath shirt. He was tapping his foot impatiently.

'Alright Bakugou, here I am." Bakugou looked behind to see Daiki in a maroon shirt button shirt slightly tucked into his business pants and a nice pair of shoes.

"Why are you dress like that? You trying to look good or something."

"If you tell me where you're taking me, then maybe I'll would have put something else on." In all honesty, Daiki was confused to what's going to happen.

"Put something more casual on!" Bakugou ordered Daiki who turned around and waved his hand. "It better be something else that we don't like matching."

Soon, Daiki came down with cargo shorts and a bland purple shirt. On the front of his shirt was "Shirt" written in white. But somehow, he was still able to bring his business aura with him. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to my house."

Daiki's immediately felt short of breath. If it wasn't for Bakugou walking ahead of him, he would have seen his startle face. "Why?"

"I submitted the form for my hero I.D. last night and they immediately delivered it my house and now my FUCKING PARENTS have it." Thinking back to when he was younger, he did go to Bakugou's house. His father was always overseas, so the closest thing he had to a tough father's figure was Mitsuki Bakugou. "They told me that they won't give it to me unless I bring you along."

"So I'm your bargaining chip."

"Let's just head there and get out, I don't want them to be there any longer the we've had to be!" Daiki rolled his eyes. Maybe it was a nostalgic feel, but he was excited to see Bakugou's parent's again.

The two of them rode the train, then walked the rest of the way. In the distance, he could see the apartment complex where he used to live with his mother before he moved. "Hey dip shit, I didn't tell you to turn." In directly, the management student was walking slightly ahead of Bakugou. "Do you know where I live?"

Daiki bit his lower lip. 'Dammit, I'm getting sloppy.' He turned around, "Yes I do. It's surprising what you can find on the internet." The teen said with a smile.

"Your a creepy shit you know that."

"You can call it creepy, I just call it research." Before long, Bakugou pulled out some keys and unlocked the fence to his home. He then tried to unlock the locks on the door for it to be flung open by a tall woman with similarities to Bakugou himself.

"It's about time you slow pokes make it."

"You calling me slow!" The two of them were sending glares at one another.

The guest to the home just smiled, seeing a familiar face. "You must be Mrs. Bakugou. I'm Daiki Minami."

She responded in a happy manner, that was different than the way she spoke to her son. "Nice to meet you Minami. Such manners." She looked back to her son. "You must be a good influence on my son."

"WHAT YOU SAID OLD HAG!"

The woman just smack the back of her son's head, and Daiki smiled. "You can call me Daiki if you want."

"Then feel free to call me Auntie."

Bakugou with angered white in his eyes shouted threatening. "You better not!"

"Just ignore him. Anyway, dinner's ready and your father has been waiting."

"Dinner! Bakugou, you didn't say anything about dinner."

Bakugou was taking off his shoes looking at Daiki from the conner of his eyes. "Must have slipped my mind." Taking this as a go a head, the teen took off his shoes and walked in. The dining room was already prep with bowls on the table and the main dish in a pot at the center of the table. Bakugou's father was sitting at one of the four spots.

"Ah. You must be the man that helped saved my son." The grown brown hair man immediately grabbed Daiki's hand with over joy expression. "Thank you very much."

"It's no problem." Daiki was actually surprised to see the man so excited, from what he remembers, he was usually quiet. Then at the same time. The man joyous expressions shifted to one of slight fear. Simultaneously, he felt daggers on his back. "So … what's for dinner?"

The four of them sat down around the table, to review that the mother prepared crab soup for them. The four of them were served and then spent the first few minutes eating, cause the aroma itself was captivating them. Bakugou's mother choose to speak first. "So Daiki tell us about yourself."

"There's nothing much to tell." Daiki put his spoon in the bowl. "I'm a only child, born on raised on the countryside."

"So your a country bumpkin, huh." The father was the one who pointed it out. "Are your parents in the city too?"

"No. I wanted to go to U.A. so they got me an apartment and then I moved into the dorms. I always liked heroes and helping them in anyway I can."

"Didn't you wanted to try and be a hero?"

"I did. But there's so much you can do without a quirk." Without saying anything, the parents looked at each other, then to Bakugou.

The rest of the dinner went on like that. They shared some facts, like how the parents meet each other and there current standards at school. They finished and the parents started moving the dishes towards the kitchen. Bakugou took Daiki to the living room where there was a pile of mail on the coffee table. "Let's grab my I.D. and leave." Bakugou got frustrated cause he couldn't find he was already rechecking his mail. "WHERE IS IT!?" The parents walked in. "WHERE'S MY MAIL!?"

"Oh. We put that in the safe?" Bakugou and his father walked towards the master bedroom. Simentaiously, Daiki grabbed a book on the table and started flipping through it. It was a family photo album, the further he went, the ages regressed. He stopped on a page that showed Bakugou's kindergarten class photo. It was taken before his quirk were taken, before the two of them stop being friends. Heck, there arms were wrapped each other's shoulder.

"God, that little shit was such a cute kid back then." The mother commented as Daiki looked through the photos, who just nodded and smiled. "At least you turned out okay Midoriya."

The purple haired teen swore his heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"Cut the shit! I know it's you."

For the first time in a while, the teen tensed up. He was so used to predicting everything, he didn't have the foresight for this. He almost resorted back to his nervous bittering self. "Who told you?"

"No one. I thought something was up when I saw your eyes, and your sense of style hasn't change. Also, if your gonna change your name you shouldn't have choose your Mom's family name."

"It was the only way my parents would let me change it."

"My dumbass son won't notice, but I did. So, what happen to you Midoriya?"

Daiki closed the book. "I change. Ask my Mom what happen to Midoriya caused I don't wanna talk about it." He put the book back and remained silent.

"You know 'Daiki', Katsuki has change too. He asked to set this dinner up." The boy raised his head and started to feel uncomfortable, caused his prediction game was off. "He's wanna know you better. He did do it in a pussy way though."

This … this was something for Daiki to think over. Just when needed, Bakugou walked out with his license in hand. "I got my hero license, let's get out of here before curfew! Later Old Hag and Old Man."

"Thanks for the hospitality Auntie and Uncle, have a pleasant night " The two students left without delay. "Hey Bakugou, can you show me your license."

"Hold on Curls." In one hand was an license, and in the other was a phone where he was taking a picture.

"Who are you sending it to?"

"Uraraka, she wanted to know if I really did change my name."

"Mmm. Ochako. If I remember correctly, KaBoom was her second choice of names." Hearing that made Bakugou slightly smiled. "Send it to Kirishima too."