Katsuki Bakugo was the toughest student this damn school had ever seen. He didn't take shit from anyone, and wiped the floor with whoever was stupid enough to get on his bad side. So the fact he was nervous about this stupid ass physical was beyond him. He'd passed all the ones before, so why was this any different? Maybe because if he didn't pass. He wouldn't be able to be out in the field, thus, not graduating this year.

A huff escaped him as he pulled from his thoughts and looked at his watch. The mornings were beginning to cool off, signaling the coming of fall. He glared at the time, that stupid nerd said seven. It was six fifty-nine and he still hadn't made an appearance. Just as the time hit seven, he heard frantic running and panting, "S-sorry Kacchan, I was-"

"I don't care," the blond looked at the green haired boy and turned to the door, scanning his I.D. Card for entry, "You're just lucky you weren't wasting my time yet."

Deku nodded, "You know I'd never do that on purpose."

Bakugo would never admit it, but Deku had been there for him. He came to the hospital every single day, often bringing things from their classmates. When he was released to go home, the nerd came and helped his family. After some time, Bakugo was released to start light workouts and training, his friend was there every morning. He tolerated the All Might successor a lot more now than he ever had before.

They shed their jackets and began stretching when they heard someone in the other room, murdering a punching bag. Deku's curiosity got him and he stealthily made his way over, peering inside. Bakugo couldn't help but peer out over his friend. He didn't think anyone else would be here this early in the day.

A girl was giving that poor punching bag hell. Her form was amazing, you could tell that she did a lot of training. Her muscles moved easily and like the lid was a regular occurrence. Her red, curly hair was pulled into a messy bun, stray strands falling here and there. Her hands weren't gloved, but taped enough to protect her knuckles. Earbuds were in her ears blasting music. She never turned to look at them as she continued her patterns.

"I wonder who that is," Deku whispered, "She looks tough."

"Pft, you'd say that about a cardboard box, let's get moving."

Deku watched for a moment more before heading join his friend.

Both boys sat with their backs against one another in the middle of the gym. This had become a post training ritual from them. Sometimes they made conversation, other times, nothing was said until one of them left.

"How was your date with Airhead," Bakugo's gruff voice sounded.

Deku smiled, "It was nice. We watched a movie and went to the park afterwards."

"You walked her home right?"

"Of course Kacchan," he glanced over his shoulder to see red eyes starting him down, "I took your advice..."

"It's about damn time you did." He turned and stared down his bottled water, "Things would've happened a long time ago if you'd just grew a pair."

Deku ran a hand through his messy green locks and chuckled, "Yeah yeah I know..." His mouth twisted for a moment, working up the courage, "You nervous?"

He felt Bakugo stiffen for a moment before sighing, "I don't know. Yeah, maybe. It's just something else to annoy me."

"You're going to pass Kacchan."

Before the other could answer and alarm went off. "It's time," he got up and grabbed his light jacket walking towards the door.

Deku watched with a smile. They had both come such a long way. He was sure that Kacchan would be fine and be able to resume training with the rest of the class. He was now the green haired boys biggest inspiration. After seeing what he came back from, how could he not be?

Bakugo walked up to Principal Nezu's door and knocked softly. He wasn't sure what type of physical they were going to do today, but he wanted it over with.

He walked in to see Nezu and Aizawa sitting casually chatting. Nezu turned to him with a pleasant demeanor, "Ah young Bakugo, take a seat."

Aizawa eyed him as the blond sat down, "Did you train this morning?"

"What do you think," he met his gaze, "I don't have time to fool around."

Nezu chuckled, "Of course. Which is why we want to make sure you're good to go for this year. But I must ask...how are you mentally?"

Bakugo blinked, "What do you mean? I'm here to get shit done and be number one. Nothing's changed in that regard."

Nezu looked to Aizawa who chuckled and stood, "The answer I expected to hear. Let's go. I'm taking you to Recovery Girl's office."

Before they could exit, the mouse called to the blond, stopping him briefly, "You're going to accomplish amazing things this year."

The usually hateful teen gave his principal a smirk before shutting the door behind him. He caught up to his teacher, walking quietly. Aizawa was the first to speak, "How is your essay going?"

"It's going..."

"Bakugo," he cut his eyes to the teen, "I know you well enough by now-"

"It's a low blow topic and you know it," Bakugo spat.

They stopped outside of Recovery Girls office. He looked over his student carefully, "It's one of the most important topics of the present times. Now more than ever. To protect people, they have to trust you." Bakugo reached for the handle, but Aizawa's hand on his shoulder made him pause, "Give yourself some patience kid."

Yeah, like he had time for that.

Recovery Girl smiled warmly, "Ah yes, my favorite hot head."

Bakugo cracked a small smile, "Yeah yeah."

She nodded to Aizawa who took a seat in a chair, waiting patiently. The blond sat on the bed and removed his shirt. He knew the drill by now. They had done this once a month for a while. Recovery Girl smiled and she began her work, drawing blood and checking his vitals, "Have you had anymore sensitivity on your scar?"

He shook his head, "No. just a phantom pain now and again." He watched the woman as she checked the large scar carefully. It was now a faded pink, starting from below is left collarbone and extending down his sternum. Still visible of course, but it was definitely healing. Aizawa sat silently and watched. Honestly, it was remarkable Bakugo had even survived, let alone continuing hero work. He seriously admired his dedication and desire to be what he wanted to be.

"There. Now sit tight for a few while I put these samples through the lab. If they're great, then you're free," she scurried her way back into her lab, leaving the two alone.

Bakugo pulled his shirt back over his head and fiddled with the bandage on his arm from where she drew blood, tempted to pull it off. Aizawa yawned, "You know if you do that, she'll make a fuss."

"That's the fun of it," the ash blond laid back on the bed waiting patiently. He was keeping his attitude somewhat in check, not wanting to chance anything. Aizawa chuckled and shook his head. That brat did have a small sense of humor pop through once in a while.

He sat up when he heard the click of her shoes. Red eyes studied her blank expression, he felt his heart drop as she sighed, "Well Katsuki Bakugo..."

He swallowed, his mouth felt dry, "Well?"

She smiled and held out a sour sucker, "I give you a clean bill of health! Your tests look wonderful. Congratulations!"

"You..." Bakugo stood and looked down at the woman, "That was rude as hell." His eyes twitched and he snatched the sucker from her.

Recovery Girl had learned his behaviors and actually grew fond of teasing him, "I saw an opportunity. You can't blame me." She reached out and squeezed his arm gently, "Give 'em hell."

In that moment Katsuki Bakugo grinned, "They won't know who hit 'em."