When Bakugou Katsuki had arrived at the common room the following morning, he was welcomed by a surprise.
Welcomed would not be the right word.
Bakugou certainly didn't welcome the surprise itself.
"The fuck... Half and Half bastard..." His more serene expression had immediately contorted into a look of hostility and dislike.
The boy simply looked up at him, sipping his mug calmly. His facial expressions showed no reaction towards the arrival of the explosive boy, yet his eyes travelled to fix on him firmly.
"...Good morning." Todoroki spoke finally.
"What?!" Bakugou looked even angrier than before. "What the fuck?" Todoroki could only flinch at the sudden volume shattering the formerly peaceful silence of the morning.
"The polite response would be 'Good morning', you know?" A vein had burst in Bakugou's temples.
He recognised that voice.
That painfully annoying, squeaky, stupid, dumb, and annoying voice. That excruciatingly stressing, idiotic, ignorant, and annoying tone.
Uraraka Ochako;
The very definition of the word Annoying.
He had not even bothered to acknowledge the annoying being behind him, and had decided to keep his back faced towards the level 100 number one annoying bitch in the whole wide world. She had thought it appropriate yesterday to stay in his room, reinforcing his duct tape window and annoying him to no end till one o'clock in the morning.
One o'clock.
1AM.
Bakugou wasn't a heavy sleeper, but he wasn't some sort of pussy who stayed up with girls all night. He could've used the time resourcefully, instead of wasting it on some extraterrestrial level annoying girl. He decided he would blast her to smithereens the moment she crossed his limit of sanity. It was a matter of time.
This girl was driving him to insanity.
"Good morning, Bakugou." There she was, peering at him with her usual round and ugly face, with her usual stupid expression. If there was another word Bakugou and would definitely associate with Uraraka, it would be dumb.
He turned away from the ugly face almost immediately, and found himself, instead, face to face with the damn half and half bastard. His deadpan face was more protruding than ever, and this pissed Bakugou off. And it pissed an already pissed Bakugou badly. He had felt an immediate impulse to slap the boy's face. His arms were tense.
'I need a fucking punchbag.' His eyes shifted to meet Uraraka's confused brown ones. 'And duct tape won't be a sufficient replacement.'
He was going to fucking beat Uraraka as soon as he had a chance. She had it coming, anyways.
She was an annoyance. Her ability to annoy was beyond any reasonable person's imagination. If she were in a rpg game her special skill would be annoying people.
What a useless skill.
What a useless character.
Why would someone implement a character so useless in the game?
'Can we kill useless people?' Bakugou was itching to dig a hole in this bitch's face. And then fill it with dog shit, and then spit on her dead body. Naturally, grinding her remains under his shoes went without saying. And he would probably puke on her legs as well, for good measure. He was going to humiliate her even after death.
Just as she had annoyed him for existing.
Annoying bitches like her shouldn't exist.
"We will have a sparring match practice today." All Might grinned in his shrivelled non-transformed state. Although he had lost the ability to maintain his Hero form, he still brought with him to his lessons his bright spirit and warming encouragement.
This afternoon, however, he had looked particularly excited.
"A sparring match practice?" Ashido looked at him inquiringly, whilst the rest of the class remained in expectant silence.
"Yes!" He beamed. "Well, my young heroes... I would like you all to know that being a hero does not entirely rely on your quirks. It also requires the overall physical performance that will both mentally and emotionally train you to enhance your overall abilities." He paused for dramatic effect, as the class absorbed his enthusiasm with ironic expectation.
"And thus... I have proposed to install this new training programme in my lessons! It is... an extremely stimulating-"
"Will you fucking get on with it, All Might?" Bakugou's expression was serious, yet concealed a sort of excitement. Or was it...
Determination?
All Might looked a little peeved, but cleared his throat hastily.
"Therefore, I believe it would be a fantastic idea for you all to practice sparring against each other as general practice. Now I know you have already undergone Aizawa's fitness training activities, and since you''ve been seemingly taught most of the basic combat activities already, I believe it is now time for each of you to develop your own unique style of tackling a basic combat challenge on your own. Without guidance." He looked down slowly. "Not like I am able to offer you any in this state..." His muttering was barely audible. Only Izuku and Bakugou understood the meaning behind his words.
"But!" He brightened up in a second. "Putting all negative things aside, I would like to split the class into fives. There will be four groups in total! I'll explain what comes after once the teams are decided!"
'Teams? Fucking shit.'
So it wasn't individual sparring... Sero flinched as he heard Bakugou's knuckles crack menacingly behind him. The class remained in silence, waiting with baited breaths.
"Team One!" All Might had allowed his body to swell into its Hero mode with effort, and had begun to shout in a booming voice. "Todoroki, Mineta, Sero, Jiro and Hagakure. Team two! Kaminari, Yaoyorozu, Ojiro, Asui and Aoyama!" The silence settling in uncomfortably in the class. None of the said teams were particularly close to one another, and the combination was incredibly random.
"Team Three!" All Might beamed even brighter. "Koda, Sato, Iida, Tokoyami and Shouji!"
The rest of the class had frozen in their positions.
The remaining five.
Izuku was twitching as he drew his gaze towards the blond boy across him. Bakugou glared at him back.
Rivalry.
Only rivalry.
Antagonistic, but finally rivals at last. Kirishima grinned weakly at Uraraka and Ashido, as he moved towards Bakugou cautiously. Ochako smiled at Mina anxiously, and they moved forwards with Izuku at the front. They stood in expectant silence, waiting for their names to be called at last, and for the confirmation of their inevitable challenge.
"Team Four! Young Midoriya, Ashido, Kirishima, Uraraka and Bakugou!"
Bakugou froze in his position.
The last thing he would've expected was walking into a bunny maid posing in front of the mirror in the empty common room again.
Again.
Uraraka had released a new 'eep!', and had hopped from her previous position to slam herself defensively against the wall. The pure horror reflected on her face would've been enough to make Bakugou sneer in sadistic satisfaction.
But he was definitely not in that mood today.
"B-Bakugou?!"
The boy just glared at her silently, as if she were some nuisance that bothered him so much that the only way to withstand her was to block her out completely.
When he finally spoke, it had virtually destroyed Uraraka's self pride. She had only been trying the sizes of her new costume at work, but she had been caught out at the wrong time. At the wrong place. By the wrong guy.
"Cosplay bunnies should fucking die."
Uraraka suddenly felt the urge to just jump out of the window and plant herself headfirst into the concrete ground below. Could she just die?
Since cosplay bunnies should all fucking die, after all...
When was she going to free herself from this embarrassment?
And why was it always Bakugou anyways?
"Can I die now?"
"I can happily kill you, if that's what you mean." Bakugou's palms were fuming. He was obviously still bothered by the sparring teams arrangement this morning, although the actual instructions for All Might's assignement were yet to be revealed.
Uraraka gulped.
"...N-No thanks..."
"Can I kill you?"
"Yes- I mean NO!" Ochako stammered, visibly shaken. Then she blinked twice. "Since when have you started asking permission to kill someone?"
A vein twitched at Bakugou's temple.
"Since the day your annoying ugly face broke my window, bunny shit." He looked as if just about to lunge at her in blind rage to plant her face onto the floor, but his body weemed to move against this wild instinct. He didn't know why, and he was sure that if it were the annoying tape bastard standing before him he would've made sure to personally rub his flat face into dirt at least ten times within three seconds.
Bakugou gave a loud 'tch' as the explosive laughter of a noisy Kaminari outside the room interrupted Ochako's train of thought. He slouched away awkwardly, but Uraraka could not help but let out a desperate cry of supposed support.
"Bakugou!"
He had turned around icily, glare piercing red, irritation framing his features and colouring his brow.
"L-let's both... Do our best together! As a team!" She added as an afterthought, offering him her strongest smile of determination. He reacted simply with a scoff.
"I don't need half-assed help from losers like you to win." He muttered. "Dumb bitch."
"It's Uraraka..."
"Bunny face."
"...Jerk..."
"You said something, bitch?" His face contorted into a sadistic sneer, as the girl before him wavered under his intimidating expression.
"Nope." Uraraka smiled nervously. Bakugou's eyebrow twitched.
"Who the hell are you calling a jerk, ugly?"
"I called you Bakugou, you must have misheard me!" She exclaimed with amazing emotion.
"Like hell do you expect me to believe that 'jerk' sounds like 'Bakugou', freaking shit!"
"Oh sorry, I meant-" Ochako screwed her brow out to search for a rhyme in her head. "Bert-"
"WHO THE FUCK IS BERT YOU LYING COSPLAY BUNNY!"
Bakugou had decided, temper flaring, to smash in an explosive fist next to her head onto the wall right before she could finish her sentence. The impact had knocked down a glass vase by the side, which shattered onto the ground, producing a loud smashing noise as it hit the floor. The explosion had been deafening, with Bakugou ultimately cracking the wall behind her.
He was breathing heavily, crimson eyes piercingly murderous and mouth curled up into a sadistic scowl of fury. From then on, Ochako knew she was fucked.
She was trembling, hands raised as if being arrested by a police officer, expression pleading as if begging to be spared. She was screwed, and she needed an escape plan desperately, before she became the victim of Bakugou's explosive abuse. Unfortunately for him, she quite treasured her rather rounded face, and was not about to give him the satisfaction to pound it into meat sauce.
She could admit she was annoying, but suicidal?
That was a different question... She knew the line when she crossed it, and she had crossed it so she was going to pay for it.
'Fuck...'
She was about to say something in attempt to cool down Bakugou's temper, until-
Bam!
"What the hell was that?" The door had burst open.
Time had frozen.
Kaminari had charged into the common room, unusually agitated, in a battle stance as if expecting a villain attack or infiltration into their dormitory.
Then he stopped.
Ochako was completely stiff. Her eyes were wide open.
She had been seen.
By the biggest idiot in class 1-A. By the greatest blabber mouth of the whole school.
She had dropped her bunny gloves to the floor, mouth completely agape. Realisation was still to be processed, and she could only stand there without further reaction.
"Uraraka?" Kaminari looked almost as shocked as the horrified girl before him.
Bakugou had also stopped his movements abruptly. His eyes absorbed the current situation, glare flicking back and forth between the pikachu idiot and the dumb bunny.
"I-I..."
Bakugou glared.
The bitch's eyes were filling up with tears.
Her face was completely crimson, her cheeks dyed a deep dark red. Fear and humiliation were about to burst out from her glassy eyes.
She was about to release her emotions of accumulating embarrassment and dread.
She was close to crying.
"W-what are you..." Kaminari gave her an unsure smile, but it was clear he was surpressing an urge to burst into laughter. He was ignorant as always, unable to recognise Uraraka's growing distress.
Uraraka's eyes were on the floor.
"I-It's not like-"
"Huh? Bakugou? Why are you here?"
Bakugou flinched sensitively. His murderous eyes flicked towards the still visibly shaken round face beside him. She had looked up in alarm. Bakugou contemplated her dumb expression with dripping poison.
'This trouble making bitch!'
Kaminari was definitely about to laugh, his eyes virtually bulging out his sockets. The silent Uraraka had now taken a more agitated approach to cover up for Bakugou, but was useless in her panic to provide a rational explanation.
"Kaminari! No! I can e-explain! He was just-"
"Oi."
"Sorry?"
In an instant, Bakugou had sped up to the poor boy and slammed him into the nearby table with an explosive propulsion, effectively cracking it in the process. He then proceeded to slam Kaminari onto the floor, and lock him into a choking position, and within seconds after his surprise attack, Kaminari was out cold.
'Are you serious?!'
Ochako had sunk to the ground in shock at his amazing speed and efficiency, but also numb from his rather radical way of solving this problem effectively.
He had decided to knock out one of his classmates in order to shut him up about it.
And he had decided to do this in the most violent way possible.
The tears had left her eyes now. She felt like laughing. Hell, she had let out a small 'pfft', uncontrollably snickering at the absurdity of the situation, shoulders still tense.
Then she felt guilty about herself...
Her eyes travelled to meet the half dead boy that lay on the ground, head first, ass protruding, facial expression reflecting nothing but pain, and brow illustrating his 'wtf' moment of realisation before drowning in a wave of forced unconsciousness.
'...'
Strangely, Ochako could only slightly smile. In relief. In guilt.
Poor Kaminari.
Phew! Another long chapter! Thanks so much for the reviews and support! It was fun and inspiring to read and again, sorry if the swearing bothered anyone.. As for whether it'll be a Kacchako story or not... their romance would probably come pretty slowly, because of their canon personalities and aspirations, and I'd really like to keep them as canon as possible, so... I'm moving the story towards that direction too. Hopefully they're not too out of character for now... (I tried my best to keep them in character to the original, not sure how you readers feel about it...)
Hope you've enjoyed this chapter! Please leave a review! Constructive criticism is really appreciated, so thank you so much!
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