Dusk was now settling over the busy summer streets. A light, warm breeze caressed it's way through the trees and into an open window of a darkened room. The only light came from a small desk lamp, softly illuminating the All Might figures neatly placed oh a shelf filled with books. A pencil eraser impatiently tapped a blank piece of paper. Scribble marks had been made and taken away numerous times already. While other unfortunate victims lay crumpled in a waste basket.

Katsuki Bakugo let out a sharp sigh and leaned back in his chair. His white tank top hung loosely against him, welcoming the wind against his warm skin. He had been trying to write this damned essay all summer break, but it wasn't happening. This was his final year, how could a stupid simple essay stump him so bad? A soft knock at the door made his eye twitch, "What?"

Mitsuki walked inside his room, closing the door behind her, "I came to check on you before we went to bed." She casually walked over and sat on his neatly made bed, "Are you in your vampire phase? It's so dark in here."

Bakugo rolled his eyes, "If you don't like it then leave."

After the events of All for One and the LOA, their relationship had been different. Sure, she teased him and they still fought, but, there was a softness among them. She wasn't so quick tempered anymore. I guess seeing your child die on national Television can do that to you.

"Are you still working on your essay," her eyes cut to his blank paper.

"Yup." He sighed, "This damn thing is pissing me off. I know it shouldn't be this hard, it just...is."

She knew what he meant. Katsuki had a difficult time working through his mental state since everything had happened. Some days, he was himself, others, he seemed far away. "I know it's a sensitive topic-"

"Why makes us write this kind of essay in our last year," he tossed his pencil on the desk, "This is first year shit."

Mitsuki looked at her son's face, her eyes flicked to the scar peeping from the collar of his tank top. She stood and moved, picking up an All Might figure from his shelf, "You always wanted to be number one right?"

"I will be number one," he eyed his mother, setting his jaw.

She nodded and set the figure on his desk, "Then tell them how, and why. Tell them what kind of number one Hero you will be." Before he could give a snarky remark she ruffled his hair and headed towards his door, "Goodnight Dracula."

He carefully picked up the figure and studied it, his mind swimming. He wanted to be the best. The top. The unstoppable. But that was before he realized that no one is unstoppable, and it all came at a hefty price. Aggravation came over him once more as he stood, carefully placing All Might back on his shelf.

As soon as he sat down once more his phone buzzed, making him growl. Would people just leave him the fuck alone?!

'Hey hey! What time are you moving in tomorrow?"- Shitty Hair

Bakugo sighed before typing back, 'Probably around lunch time, after training in the AM.'

'Awesome! See you then bro!"

He didn't bother replying, turning his attention to the blank paper once more. Tomorrow they would be moving back into the dorms. He wasn't really looking forward to being around everyone all of the time. His class had spent a lot of time together over the summer. They seemed to find comfort in one another and made attempts to regain normalcy. He went a handful of times and trained with a few of them, but his temper wavered at the thought of being stuck with them all again.

He shook his thoughts from his head once more and began writing words, hoping something would come of it.

Campus was buzzing as students returned. The first years would be here tomorrow, so at least it wasn't as annoying and crowded as it could be.

The blond made his way through the doors to their dorms and stopped briefly, the familiar scent hitting his nose. This place was the same every time he came back. Which in its own little way, brought comfort. At least one thing felt familiar.

He continued his journey to the common room where a sign up sheet caught his eye titled, Move Help. He scoffed, it was to babysit those damn first years and get them settled into their dorms. Of course he saw most of his classes names, even that lightbulb head Denki chicken scratched his name on there. He huffed before moving to the boys wing.

His bags had just hit the floor when an annoying voice pierced his ears, "Bakugo, welcome back."

He turned to see their class representative fixing his glasses. He murmured his response before continuing his task, "Yeah, whatever."

Iida cleared his throat and continued, "I couldn't help but notice your name wasn't on the sign up sheet to help the first years tomorrow. As the leading hero class it is our job to-"

Bakugo slowly turned and folded his arms off of his chest. It had been five fucking minutes and someone was already on his ass. He opened his mouth to respond when Kirishima popped his head on the door, "Ooooh, what kinda party we got goin on in here?"

"Four eyes is whining about some sign up sheet," Bakugo turned to continue his task, "I'm not doing it. I have stuff to do tomorrow."

Before Iida could protest Kirishima lightly squeezed the reps shoulder, "Yeah you gotta pass that physical tomorrow to get your ass back in the game." Bakugo nodded, continuing to unpack. Kirishima grinned, "We can handle the first years, right Mr. Class Rep?"

Iida nodded furiously, "Oh of course we can, with absolutely no problems. Bakugo I'm sure you'll have no issues with your phys-"

He couldn't finish before the red haired teen gently pushed him out of the room, "Same old Iida," he joked.

"You all are already starting to lose me off," Bakugo sighed and shut his closet.

Kirishima smiled at his friend, "You know you at least missed me."

"Nah," the blond sat on his bed casually with a smirk, "not one bit honestly. It was a hell of a lot quieter."

"Hello~~~anyone home," came the irritating voice of none other than Pinky. She peeked her head around the doorframe and smiled. Kirishima smiled at her and winked. Bakugo glared his red eyes at them. He knew they had a thing over the summer, now he was going to have to deal with it here, too. Her eyes flicked to Bakugo, "Nice to have you back!"

"What do you want, Pinky?" The teen spat.

His attitude had stopped phasing her a while ago. Especially now that she had been spending more time with Kirishima, "I came with some tea."

The red head quirked a brow, "Oh? We love a good story time."

Mina giggled and entered the room, closing the door behind her, "I had to run to my locker to see if I had enough supplies and I over heard Principal Nezu and the staff in a meeting..." she squealed, "Apparently we are getting a transfer!"

Bakugo blinked, "Who the hell transfers on their last year?"

Kirishima gave a sharp tooth grin, "Did you hear any details?"

Mina shook her head, "Sadly no. Aizawa caught me listening gave me that...look." She shivered, "So I scurried back here."

"New blood eh?" The red head looked at his blond best friend, "Seems like we could use a new challenger this year right bro?"

Bakugo couldn't help but smirk, "Just someone else to crush."

/ I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know it's seems like somewhat boring stuff, BUT, we gotta lay the floor plan before we can build ya know? Have a good one friends and thank you!/