Yaoyorozu Momo wasn't feeling very well.

She'd entered the classroom that afternoon to collect some of her forgotten books on her desk, and had run into Todoroki on the way. They'd bumped into each other, and she'd dusted herself off, flustered. He had given her a helping hand, but she couldn't accept it then, because she was feeling slightly nauseous.

She had noticed the flicker of hurt glisten behind Shouto's emotionless gaze, as he still waited for herself to pick herself up. Something in her stomach had churned as she looked away in guilt. She didn't know why, but the nausea was getting worse and worse by the second, and it intensified as her eyes laid onto Todoroki's blank, yet strangely handsome face, and her insides suddenly contracted like a boa constricter strangling it's prey.

She had excused herself hurriedly then.

Strangely, Uraraka's words seemed to be resonating in her mind uncharacteristically loudly.

"Is there something going on between the two of you?"

She didn't understand a lot of what Uraraka had been implying then, but now, something in her chest was stirring her heart to accept the brunnette's implications with vigorous heat.

What was wrong with her?

Honestly, she should be ashamed.

The feeling was unpleasant, yet strangely, so pleasant in an even stranger way.

"I think we should try some sparring in teams." Deku's voice was deadly serious, and his eyebrows were furrowed in his concentration. He seemed to be considerate with his words, and was nervously glancing about at his four teammates with testy nervousness.

Bakugou was the first to speak.

"Right."

He glared at the green headed boy with the same scrutinising concentration he would always display when he was serious about something.

Serious about winning.

Kirishima smiled a little, and nodded with encouragement.

"Yeah, I actually think we should start doing something like this more often. Like, Yaoyorozu's team has been working on this since last week. We should be able to do it too."

Mina looked less than enthusiastic about the idea, but she said nothing as Uraraka offered no sort of objection towards the suggestion.

"So... I think that's okay, right?"

"Yes, Kirishima, we've already clarified that. Let's do this already." Bakugou snapped at the boy irritably, before standing up to glare at the team around him.

"Let's do the teams. I'll pair up with Kirishima, and Deku will-"

"We're an odd numbered team." Mina's voice had piped up with seeming disinterest, which drew Bakugou's poisonous attention as he looked at her with his crimson orbs.

"Good thing you finally learnt to count, Raccoon eyes."

Mina rolled her eyes.

"I'm saying it wouldn't be a fair sparring match if we were splitting the teams up 2 v 3, asshole."

"So you'd prefer to sit by the side and do nothing whilst the rest of the goddamned team trains."

"Well, someone has to do it." Ashido's face was contorted in an irritable scowl. This earned herself one of Bakugou's specialised killer glares as he looked at her as if she were the worst scum on earth, who had spoken terribly out of turn.

"If you're not here to do shit, get out."

"Well fuck you-"

"Look, both of you, just chill out!" Kirishima had stepped in between the two of them with a frantic stride, and was currently edging his back to block Mina's view from scorching holes into Bakugou's face. "Are we seriously going to fight over this? Aren't we supposed to work on teamwork?"

"Teamwork is fucking impossible with this fucking dickhead!" Mina's voice had uncharacteristically cracked into a desperate screech, as she slamed her hands onto her lap with barely holding composure. "I can't take him anymore, Kirishima!"

"Why the hell are you being so touchy today, Alien girl?"

"I'm not being touchy!" Ashido was literally bellowing at Bakugou now, as Kirishima shifted his weight from his feet uncomfortably to face Ashido's wrath with confusion. "It's you!"

"Look, Ashido, you need to calm down. Like, I know Bakugou can-" Kirishima's eyes flick edback to Bakugou slightly as he paused, gulping slightly before continuing. "I know Bakugou can be a douchebag loads of times, but he's-"

"Sometimes? Don't make me laugh, he's a fucking asshole every single second of his miserable life, damn it!"

"Uh... Mina are you okay?" Ochako stared at her pink haired friend with unease, as she recognised the uncharacteristic flow of uncontrollable rage behind her fuming breaths, and saw the slight flicker of undeniable grief concealed beneath the angry glimmer in her eyes.

"No, Ochako! I'm not okay!" Her voice was slightly choked as she pointed towards the ash blond boy's face with shaking breaths. "And I won't be okay until this asshole gets kicked in his balls bad! He's a fucking-"

"Ashido..." Deku's voice was drowned by her rant as she ignored him. Ochako sneaked a glance at Katsuki, but she found him strangely unfazed by Mina's outburst.

As a matter of fact, he seemed to be calmer than he had been before Mina had begun openly accusing him of being a douchebag. It was as if he had realised something, and was able to compose himself under the realisation. He stared at the girl with blank, cold red eyes, as if blocking out her insults shamelessly as if she were blowing wind.

Uraraka wondered what it was.

Izuku felt like he was close to understanding the situation now.

"Ashido."

"No Kirishima. Like, I don't understand how you even put up with hanging out with this asshole everyday. Like, what the fuck? Are you even his friend? Do you even like him? It's so-"

There was a slam. The table shuddered.

"Take that back." Kirishima's voice was icy cold. "Whatever you've just said right now about me and Bakugou, take all of that back."

Mina stared at him with widened eyes. The room was silent, with both Uraraka and Izuku gaping at Kirishima as if he had suddenly grown a big unicorn horn on his forehead out of nowhere.

"You can insult me, and you can insult Bakugou for all the asshole stuff any one of us have done to you. But don't assume anything about our friendship." Kirishima's tone was fierce.

In the background, Katsuki looked upon the scene almost lazily.

Mina's eyes seemed to be downcast as she unlatched her clenched jaw reluctantly to sit down on the seat with trembling hands. Ochako felt she had caught a glimpse of tears behind the pink haired girls eyes, but she pretended she didn't notice out of concern for Ashido's failing composure.

"..Sorry." Ashido refused to look anywhere but at the floor. "I got carried away. I'm sorry."

"What's wrong, Ashido?" Izuku spoke gently, but Ashido seemed not to hear him as her attention was diverted to the red head who had now proceeded to approach her to lean down at her at proximity. She blinked her eyes to hide the tears.

"I'm tired. Sorry. Sorry." She addressed Bakugou, but it seemed like her apologies were more likely directed to Kirishima. "I don't think I'll train today. You guys go on and spar. I'll take the notes for improvement."

Kirishima's nodded dryly. He turned back to Bakugou once more, but he decided to turn back to Ashido with a sort of gentle tinge in his voice as he spoke.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Ashido."

She only grunted in reply.

Bakugou looked strangely satisfied with the final turnout of the team arrangement.

He had felt repulsed at first, but found himself suggesting the combination just for the fun of it.

Stupid Deku, and himself.

Against Kirishima and Uraraka.

There was something churning at the bottom of his stomach as he scrutinised his opponents with growing excitement. He noticed the green head beside him was getting fired up too.

Their first sparring match as a team.

Perhaps they would really make a difference now.

He glared at his opponents coldly as they took their battle positions in a stiff, strangely orderly fashion.

Kirishima was flexing his muscles tensely to ease the tension building up in his limbs. He looked ready.

Uraraka stood there motionless, but her hands were positioned in battle stance as she scanned the battle grounds intently to familiarize with the place before commencing the sparring match. Her brows were furrowed in pure concentration.

This stirred a grin onto Katsuki's face.

This was going to be good..

Sorry for the late, late update (really late update). It's been months since I've last posted anything, but I still hope this chapter was enjoyable for you guys, although it has less Bakugou-Uraraka interactions. Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!

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