- For representing the rational number divide the unit length between," the teacher's voice was becoming harder and harder to distinguish with each passing second.
Midoriya blinked and tried to concentrate on the lesson. The window was slightly ajar, so the heat coming from the outside was sometimes intermingled with gentle gusts of wind. A drop of sweat rolled off her forehead, but it was immediately wiped off with her hand. Izuku really tried to listen. There was no time to rest, and grades were more important than ever.
- It's hot," thought Midoriya, propping up the head with his right hand. She listened to the teacher's speech for a while until she was sure she didn't understand anything, and then looked around at her classmates. The situation was disappointing. The warm summer air and the boring class turned half the class into a bunch of amoebas, lying around on their desks. Aika tried to protect her face from the sun with her hand, while Tsukasa, who had lost interest in the first half of the lesson, was looking at the numbers on the class board with a bored face. On the other hand, Rui, as usual in his desire to succeed in exams, listened diligently to the lecture and even wrote something in his notes, even though everything the teacher said was already known to everyone. For some reason, the substitute teacher thought it would be a good idea to start a topic that the class had already gone over a few times.
- Properties of real numbers," the teacher began again, turning over the page. There were a few disappointed sighs from inside the class, but no one seemed to pay attention. The teacher turned back, about to write down something else more useless.
Thin blue drapes rippled from the slight draft that strolled through the classroom. It was as usual. The sound of chalk on the blackboard made everyone sleepy even more. At times there were the usual creaks and short sighs of a room full of people. There was a pleasant smell of freshly cut grass and wind coming from the street. Midoriya's eyes lingered for a moment on the bright sparkle emanating from the window, but quickly moved back to the classroom. No matter how bored she was, looking out the window in class was too disrespectful to the teacher.
- Kacchan, on the other hand, promised to stop by tonight. I've wanted to play " The Rebellious Son" for a long time, I wonder if he'll take the CD with him? - unsure of what to do, she looked at the clock on the wall. - Thirty more minutes. Why does it take so long?
It seemed that the minute hand was not going to move, still frozen at five. Not to make her already worse mood, Midoriya turned her gaze to the blackboard, and, seeing nothing of interest, she looked at Bakugou again. He seemed to be the one who, despite the fact that the teacher wasn't teaching normally, kept listening anyway. At least he didn't look away. As always, the best of the best. Midoriya often reflected on her friend and admired him. At first glance, you wouldn't think he was serious about his education. As a child, Katsuki repeatedly bullied children who were weaker than him and, had it not been for Izuku's intervention, it might have ended badly. At school he behaved contemptuously not only with the other students, but also with the teachers, who were much older than he was. And the appearance left a lot to be desired. A shirt whose top buttons must have never been buttoned. It was as if Bakugou was demonstrating that he didn't give a damn about the people around him. In spite of all this, his future was predetermined. He would definitely become a wonderful hero, Midoriya was one hundred percent sure of that.
The bell rang unexpectedly, while Midoriya was bored and drawing her tenth pattern on her desk. Izuku got excited, but after getting a judgemental look from the teacher, she leaned back against her desk so as not to stand out. When your school life made you happy, it was hard to hold back when the bell rang from class.
- Can you sigh much louder so that everyone can hear you for sure?
Nothing changed. As soon as the bell rang and the teacher let everyone go, the class seemed to come alive. There were the voices of students cheerfully stepping back from their desks, the sound of chairs being pulled back, and the rustling of many notebooks. Bakugou, already out of old habit, got up from his seat and approached his friend.
The classmate sitting in front of her moved so as not to make Katsuki even angrier. In the beginning he tried to object to the unceremonious actions of his classmate, but now he was used to the constant muttering behind his back and the angry glances from Bakugou.
- You will stay for dinner at our place tonight, the old woman was adamant," Katsuki said, sitting half sideways on a chair. Midoriya smiled as she heard her aunt's familiar nickname.
- Do you live in a nursing home or something? - One of the guys who was always following Bakugou came closer. - Every time I walk by, I hear "old man" and "old hag.
- What did you say?! - Katsuki jerked up instantly. He could be spoken to in a looser, quieter tone if you wanted, but he was still a bit egocentric, which sometimes caused such "explosions".
- Kacchan! - Midoriya tried to saddle her friend.
- Never mind," the classmate waved her off and walked away, just in case. - Crazy.
- What are you trying to do? - Bakugou started again, but Midoriya pulled him by the sleeve and sat him down
- Kacchan, calm down, he was just trying to make a joke.
- He has stupid jokes," Katsuki grumbled, turning his attention back to the open notebook. - So is he.
Bakugou picked up a shabby notebook and opened the last scribbled page. The fine but neat handwriting not only told of a new quirk one encountered along the way, but also presented almost a complete analysis of its possibilities. This hero, who was also depicted in a drawing on the same page, looks like the one who was involved in the fight with the villains last weekend. Come to think of it, Midoriya said something about that situation, but at then Bakugou wasn't really listening to her.
- Can't you see his quirk? - With a furrowed brow, Katsuki asked
- Yeah, did you see the notes? It's from that incident over the weekend. I thought it was some sort of strength quirk at first, but when I looked closely, I couldn't see the moment when his blow made contact with the villain's body. I'll show you after school," Izuku said, glancing at my notebook.
- Something like an airflow," Bakugou began and was stopped by Midoriya.
- Yes!" exclaimed Midoriya. - Only as if in a more compressed state. I don't know how to explain it exactly. At least it didn't have the same destructive power as All Might. Oh, and the villain had a mutant quirk. Some kind of cross between a kitten and a cockatoo in a Jaguar. I don't know what happened next, but it looks like he got away.
- I saw the news on Monday," Bakugou confirmed with a short nod. - Apparently he was never found, though that type's quirk isn't that strong.
- You mean the bad guy in the cool car? - A classmate joined in the conversation
This situation must have been a hotly debated topic for some time. There were those who thought the villain, who used mostly some black market gadgets, was cool, while others supported the hero who ended up not being able to keep him. - I heard he was the son of some rich dude, and also! - You think I don't know?! - Bakugou grumbled angrily. - Weren't you taught not to meddle in other people's talks? Go away and die somewhere far away from this place, asshole.
- Kacchan!
- I see, you're as usual, Bakugou. I didn't say anything bad to you.
- If you're so understanding, don't get in the way! - Katsuki brushed him off and turned again to Midoriya, who was trying to calm him down. - Forget it. What were you talking about?
Izuku just shook her head sadly. That's not it. That's not it at all. On the one hand, she was glad to have Bakugou by her side, even in a place as unpleasant as the school. However, his dislike of other students and being around them could not go unnoticed. Mydoriya was saddened to realize that her friend did not socialize with other students her own age because they treated her badly. Katsuki had mentioned it more than once, and it was easy to tell by his demeanor, but it was cruel to deny him the opportunity to make other acquaintances.
Midoriya looked at Bakugou. He spent almost all his breaks either at his desk, repeating some material, or here, next to Izuku. And now, before the bell rang, he wasn't going to move.
- Bakugou, have you put your feet up on the desk again? - The first thing the teacher did was to look at one of the best, if not the very first, student in the school. Unfortunately, no matter how well he studied, his behavior left a lot to be desired. - At least be respectful in front of your teacher.
Before he could do anything at all, Katsuki cast a brief glance behind him. Midoriya was flipping through the pages of her notebook thoughtfully.
- No," Bakugou answered defiantly, changing his leg.
- Today we are with you," the teacher began to say without paying attention to him.
Nothing changed from day to day. Bakugou and Midoriya spent quite a lot of time together, just as they had when they were children. At school, after school, on the way home, and sometimes on weekends when their mothers got together. They did not tire of each other's company, though there were times they stopped to bring up in their conversations.
- Shall we take the test? - Bakugou said with barely audible irritation in his voice. It happened one day before the exams. Midoriya suggested that he study to correct the gaps in the material.
- N-now, just give me a few minutes! - Izuku exclaimed, frantically leafing through something on her phone. - All Might is fighting the villain right now! I want to write it down, wait!
Bakugou didn't intend to listen any further, and walked over and snatched the phone from the girl's hands. Glancing at the open news, Katsuki turned the phone off, tossing it to the side of the bed.
- W-why? - Midoriya only asked, straightening up. - I was just distracted for a second!
- Why do you need it? - Bakugou said slowly. He looked up, toward the shelf where a thick stack of notebooks with the analysis of the quirks lay. - What the hell?
Midoriya remained standing in place, clenching her hands into fists. She couldn't look up, but she could clearly sense that Katsuki wasn't taking her eyes off of her right now. Sometimes they casually brought up the topic of the future, but their opinions on this subject were different, which resulted in a couple of quarrels. Midoriya really wanted to defend her position, but it was hard for her to contradict Bakugou. For some reason it was uncomfortable to be around him at such moments. Now all she had to do was bite her lip and look at her feet.
- You know very well yourself. I-it's for my future," Midoriya said, averting her gaze. She staggered a little, unable to stand still in one place, and, unclasping her hands, she sank back to the floor. At the same moment a handkerchief flew into her face.
- You have blood on your lip," Bakugou said, turning away from the window.
After the incident, they hardly ever touched the subject. They could not come to a consensus, so in order not to spoil the mood, Midoriya and Bakugou preferred to ignore it. But it couldn't go on like this for long. As time passed and the end of high school approached, there was no room for idle daydreaming.
- Izuku, honey, I don't want to pressure you, but you have to think about your future already, remember?
Lately there had been more and more talk about it. Inco accepted her daughter's dreams of heroism and did not stop them, but it was necessary to understand what would happen next.
- I'm going to UA," Izuku said quietly, raising her eyes. - You know that, Mom.
- I understand," Inko began, but she was interrupted by the doorbell. - It looks like Katsuki is here.
- I have to go, bye.
The older Midoriya looked at her daughter and sighed sadly. She pulled out her phone and dialed her friend.
- Inko, I was just about to call you! - They shouted into the phone instantly. - Isn't Katsuki with you by any chance?
- Good morning, Mitsuki. He just stopped by to pick up Izuku," Inko said.
- What a little brat, huh! Did you hear that, Masaru?
- Did something happen? - Inko asked worriedly.
Mitsuki's voice immediately became softer. Midoriya was not accustomed to the manner of communication adopted in the Bakugou family, so she was often worried about them.
- It doesn't matter," Mitsuki said. - Did you want something?
Inko exhaled. She wanted only the best for her daughter, but she would not listen. And Bakugou is a very close friend, and perhaps his words could have the desired effect.
- Could you ask Katsuki something?