-Jirou's POV -

Jirou Kyouka couldn't help but sigh as she stepped into another puddle on the street. The worst of the cold weather was over since the temperatures rose over the weekend, but that caused all of the ice to melt into slushy puddles everywhere. It was probably time to buy a new pair of boots since her toes were now shivering due to her wet socks. The weather would hopefully be the end of this misfortunate weekend.

Everything started with that idiot who slipped on ice. That cute, blonde idiot. Jirou felt her cheeks heat up when she realized that she had been checking out the guy while his head was bleeding. "I must be going crazy," Jirou muttered to herself.

After helping the poor guy out, Jirou remembered that she was late to class. It was embarrassing enough walking into the class late, but she had also missed out on a surprise quiz of all days. Once class was over, she had planned on preparing her part for a group meeting. That was, until she received a call from her mom. Apparently, Jirou's mom was going to let a friend borrow some sound equipment for a gig on Saturday, but both of her parents going to be out of town for a concert. They were hoping she could be at home for the weekend to ensure that everything was picked up and dropped off without any issues.

She was able to reschedule the meeting for Sunday without any problems. Only moments after agreeing to the group message, Jirou's phone decided to go for dive straight towards the pavement. The screen was completely cracked to the point that it wouldn't even turn on. At that point, Jirou just gave up. She stopped by her apartment to grab her assignments and some clothes. Her laptop and instruments stayed locked away in her room since she didn't want to risk breaking those with the luck she was having. After double checking all of her things, she finally went on her way home.

The cold weather made the hour commute home a miserable one. The one positive out of being home was that her folks still had a landline phone lying around so she was still able to contact them once she arrived. She also made a quick call to her best friend, letting her know the ordeal with her phone and to contact here through the home phone is anything came up at school. Not an hour later, the band came around to pick up the sound equipment. Jirou wasn't very religious but she prayed to every god she knew in hopes of nothing happening to her parents' very expensive sound equipment. After everything was safely loaded, Jirou decided to leave her homework for Saturday and spent the rest of the night just playing away on the piano in the family room.

It was now Sunday morning and she was making her way back to campus in time for the rescheduled group project. Before making the 20 minute walk across campus, Jirou was going to stop by and grab some coffee at her favorite café, Plus Ultra. It was the sort-of place that only students ever went to. There wasn't much of an aesthetic to it unless brick walls and worn out wooden tables counted for something. But there was no denying that with its unlimited coffee refills and a variety of home-made sweets to choose from made this every students favorite study spot. Jirou walked in through the front door and was happy to see the short line leading up to the counter.

She had just finished paying when a familiar voice called out to her, "Hey, punk chick!"

Jirou turned around to find Bakugo walking up to the counter and grabbing his drink. "You know that I have a name, right? We've been in this group for half the semester, Ego-King," Jirou retorted as she stepped away from the cash register to wait for her own drink to be done.

"I don't want any lame-ass nicknames unless it's something cool, like Explod-king,"

"You call everyone by how you perceive them so why can't I?" Jirou said with a smirked on her face.

"Tsk, whatever Jirou… did you finish your part? 'Cuz we need to finish this shitty project today," he changed the topic before taking a sip of what the cup had labeled as a 'dirty chai'.

"Yeah it's done," Jirou did feel a bit guilty about having to put off their meeting because of personal reasons but now was the time to focus. "We should be able to finish within an hour."

"Good," Bakugo was a difficult person to talk to at times since he always seemed a bit angry.

Fortunately for Jirou, her drink was called out, "Toffee nut latte!"

"That's me!" Jirou walked back towards the counter to grab her drink. After saying her thanks, she looked back to find Bakugo heading towards the door.

"So much for good-byes," she said before taking a sip of her warm drink.

Bakugo's sixth sense must have kicked in because he turned around and yelled out, "Jirou, hurry your ass up or I'm leaving you behind!"

Everyone in the shop stopped to stare at what was causing the commotion and Jirou couldn't help but almost run out the door, "Was that really necessary?" she asked once the two stepped outside.

"It's your fault for being so fucking slow. The faster we get to complete this project, the better so get in the car," Jirou took a second to realize that Bakugo was offering her a ride.

"Are you sure Bakugo? I mean I could just walk there if you have other stuff to do."

"Idiot, we're going to the same place so there's no point in you walking," Bakugo argued.

"Well thanks, Explod-King," Jirou joked around and made her way to the passenger's side of his car.

"Yeah, yeah and put your stuff in the back. I don't want to feel all cramped up in the front," he said as he slid into the driver's seat. Bakugo was definitely a jerk at times, but it seemed like he could have his sweet moments.

"Hey, Bakugo, where do you want me to put the white bag?" Jirou asked, she didn't want to touch anything of his in in the back seat in fear of setting him off.

"What bag?" Bakugo glanced at bag and then pulled out his phone in a rush! "That idiot left the bloody scarf in here!" Jirou couldn't help but wonder what sort-of scarf (and idiot) could get him this angry. Curiosity won as she peeked into the bag while settling her things down onto the seat.

"How did you get this?" Jirou asked. She stared in confusion at the piece of cloth. She pulled it out of the bag and checked both ends of the scarf to confirm her suspicion. The scarf had faded since the last time she had it, but her stitched initials in a slightly cooler black were still there.

"Why won't he answer his damn phone!? Didn't you hear me? I said that idiot left it in here," Bakugo froze for a moment when he saw Jirou holding the scarf before finally saying, "Your hair is purple."

Jirou honestly didn't know if Bakugo was teasing her or just that oblivious to everything that didn't have to do with him, "Oh geez, thanks for noticing. It's been purple since the day we met. You're stuck with Ego-King now, you know?" Jirou dropped her stuff onto the back seat and making sure to slam the back door, before taking her seat up front next to a muttering Bakugo.

"He said he was looking for an angel and I found him little Miss Sassy Cheeks," Bakugo lightly banged his head against the steering wheel.

"What are you taking about?"

"After I told him I didn't want to be part of this hot mess. First of all, put your damn seat belt on I don't want to get ticket," Bakugo pulled himself together and started to drive away from the café, "And second of all, didn't you help out some blonde moron that busted his head on Friday?"

"Yes! Do you know the guy!? Is he okay? I've been worried about him all weekend!" Jirou covered face when she realized what she said, "Eh… I mean it looked pretty bad! He was still unconscious when they carried him away so y-yeah. I just want to know if… he's okay?"

There was no hiding the smirk on Bakugo's face. Instead of any sort the typical snarky comeback, he just let Jirou wither in embarrassment for a moment until he finally responded, "He got a couple of stitches, but he's fine."

Jirou let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like her streak of bad luck didn't affect him. "That's good to know," she said.

"The idiot would probably be happy to see you so worked up about him,"

"Well, I would have asked him if I knew who he was,"

"Wait, what?"

"I mean, the poor guy told me his name, but Friday was a really bad day for me. I sort of forgot his name with everything that happened," Jirou explained. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about the blonde all weekend as she played on the piano, or worked on her homework, or when made her way back to campus but Bakugo didn't need to know that.

"You didn't get any messages or get tagged in any weird shit this weekend?" Bakugo asked cautiously, he was stuck in middle of these two whether he liked it or not.

"Did you guys message me? Sorry but my phone broke before I left. I don't really check anything aside from Tumblr anyways. Besides, I called Momo from home to let her know, but it didn't seem like you guys needed me."

"I'm not talking about the project."

"Then what?" she asked.

"Forget it," Bakugo parked the car in the lot next to the building, "Go in first, I need to make call,"

"Okay, I'll let them know you're here then. Let me grab my stuff-,"

"Leave it in the back and go," Bakugo barked.

"Okay, thanks," Jirou said with the assumption that Bakugo was going to give her ride later. She left the car and made her way the front of the building. Once inside she didn't have to go far before spotting her best friend at a printing station in the hallway.

"Hey Momo! Bakugo is on his way, but are we late?"

"Not at all Kyouka, to be honest, I am here with Todoroki. We met up early to go over some of the materials since our parts coincide,"

"Oh really?" Jirou grinned. "If we're intruding on your study date, then you should have just said so."

"Kyouka!" Momo was flustered from Jirou's assumption, "Even if we did stop for lunch before working on the assignment, this is not a date! We are simply two classmates who happen to make time to enjoy each other's company."

"Don't tell me he held your hand as you walked down the stairs, again?"

"I was wearing new shoes that day and Todoroki is a gentleman who offers his assistance when the situation calls for it. Such as today, since the sidewalks were fairly slippery," Momo spoke as if she were trying to convenience herself.

"Momo, I swear you guys do this like every weekend!" Jirou grunted in frustration. She had met Momo Yaoyoruzu in high school and although the two seemed like unlikely friends, they were rarely ever apart. Even though they were accepted into UA for different majors, they became roommates and made the effort to at least schedule their general electives together. Which was why, the two were working on their communications project with Todoroki Shouto, a mutual 'friend' of Momo's, and his roommate Bakugo Katsuki. "But everyone goes at their own pace, I guess," Jirou said. They made their way towards the table that Todoroki was sitting at, but the two had not noticed that there was a third person that had listened in on their conversation.

"Hey Half-and-Half, how was your date with Pony-tail girl?" Bakugo yelled, startling the two girls in front of him.

"Date? I didn't go on a-," Todoroki paused for a moment, and then turned to face Momo,"Oh, it was a date, wasn't it?"

"Please don't mind Bakugo, he must have misheard-" Momo tried to protest.

"Let's go on another date once this project is over, Yaoyorozu. A proper date," said Todoroki with the same aloofness he always spoke with, the slight blush on his cheeks being the only thing that gave away his composure.

"A-ah yes, I would like that very much Todoroki," Momo stuttered as she sat down next to him.

"Who would have thought that you were a sucker for romance," Jirou whispered to Bakugo.

"Heh, don't worry Sassy Cheeks your next," Bakugo said with a rare smile on his face which quickly returned to his usual frown. "We need to finish this shitty project first!"

"Eh?" was all Jirou could say since she was left with nothing but questions once again.

~Meanwhile with Kaminari~

"Dude, Bakugo said I could get the scarf back but only if I met him at the library in an hour," Kaminari told the group while replaying the voicemail that Bakugo had left. He was pacing back and forth in Mina's apartment. He was meeting up with her today to hopefully try and get an article on his incident published in the school's paper.

"That's nice for Bakugo's standards," Kirishima was sitting on the floor while munching away on some chips.

"He also said that if I'm late, he'll trash it," Kaminari said.

"There's the Bakugo we all know," Sero Hanta replied from couch.

"But why do you carry it around?" Ashido Mina shouted from the kitchen.

"It's a precaution in case he runs into her," Kirishima responded for Kaminari, trying to stop his roommate from retelling the same story he's heard all weekend.

"Oh I see! It would be like, 'He ran through the crowds of people in search of the figure with violet hair, hoping that this would be the moment he would finally be reunited with his one true love!' that would be so adorable!" Mina squealed. The bubbly girl had been a childhood friend of Kirishima and was always inviting the guys over to hang out. It was that same bubbly personality that made her easy to talk to and made her one of the best reporters that worked for the school's newspaper.

"You sure this isn't overkill? If you tried finding her online with no luck, what makes you think that this article is going to work?" Sero Hanta questioned. He was another guy that Mina always invited over, but no one was really sure if he ever left since he always seem be hanging around. He was a cool guy though, the sort that got along with everyone so it made sense that him and Mina were always together.

"It's worth a try. Besides, it gives me something to write about! A lot of events were canceled these last few days because of the weather," Mina said.

"Well Bakugo is literally on the other side of campus and the buses don't run today," Kaminari brought up.

"So from here to the edge of campus, let's say the café? It's like a 10 minute walk," Sero added.

"It'll take another 20 minutes to get to the library from there," Kirishima moaned.

"Why did we have to ask Bakugo for a ride?" Kaminari complained.

"Because you didn't want to walk down the block when you saw Bakugo getting into his car," Kirishima sighed.

"Okay, do you guys want to leave now and stop by-"

"Um… sorry Kaminari but we're going to have to pass on the walk," said Mina as she went to sit down next to Sero. "We have to catch up on homework since we were busy yesterday, but feel free to stop by later and I'll finish writing the article!"

"Whatever, at least I can rely on Kiri?" Kaminari looked over at his roommate, only to see him hiding behind the potato chip bag, "Dude?"

"Man, I still have a paper to finish and there's a chance that Bakugo might not leave the library, so that'll be another half hour just to walk back,"

"Kirishima! I thought you were going to be with me on this until the end?"

"You have plenty of pictures of the scarf, dude. Just let Mina use one of those,"

"It's not about the pictures, but the actual scarf. I mean, this girl was willing to help a stupid idiot like me when everyone else was rushing to get to their next class. She was something special and even if I don't get to meet her again," Kaminari paused to touch his stitches, "That scarf is a reminder that there are some good people out there in this selfish world!"

"Wow Kaminari… How hard did you hit your head? Or was the girl that hot?" Sero asked as Mina let out a giggle.

"I'm trying to be sentimental here!" Kaminari angrily replied. "Fine, I'll go on my own!" Kaminari stomped his way towards the front door and said, "I was going to buy you guys Monster Cookies from the Plus Ultra Café but whatever," before he made his way out the apartment.

"We'll go! Wait a minute! Kaminari!" Everyone started to scramble to grab their jackets and shoes. No one ever passed up a chance for a free Monster Cookie.