Hi, I'm Isladora! This is my first time posting on this site. Please enjoy my story! It starts out between the training camp arc and the provisional hero license arc. Soap opera based off the Young and the Restless.

I do not own anything related to the Young and the Restless or My Hero Academia.

The morning of the Festival of Tears, class 1-A bustled with excitement and energy. The Festival commemorated a dark time in history, when Quirk types were hunted, imprisoned, and eventually slaughtered, and was celebrated by a festival of black clothing and somber remembrance. Or, at least, that's what it had been.

Nowadays, it was an edgy rock festival with amazing food and drinks, games, contests, rides, and even a reenactment. The biggest similarity was the decor and that most people still wore black. It was all the students could talk about that week and even some of the teachers. Midnight-sensei always wore her blackest, most risque costume — much to the delight of certain drooling and purple-haired youths. Minoru Mineta was equipped with about a dozen cameras and different length selfie-sticks, intent to follow the Pro-hero around and capture her buxomness at all possible angles.

Others in Class 1-A had more wholesome motives for attending the festival. For Uraraka Ochako and Rikido Sato, the baking contests would be the highlight of their year. Honestly, no one had lived until they tasted the Taiyaki and Mochi from the Festival of Tears. Others still were looking forward to the Hero exhibits, which held cosplay contests, fan quizzes, never-before-seen-footage and interviews, and sometimes even appearances. Midoriya Izuku would lose track of the hours, as he always did, at the All Might booth, despite the fact that he had been banned from participating two years ago and had begun assisting moderators with new questions and rare facts about the hero.

And finally, at the end of the night, the firework show and live music showcase would play until midnight ending with the most romantic song of their generation: "Hero to Me" by Watanabe Hiroto. There were lots of folks in Class 1-A, most of them female, looking forward to this part. There was a legend that if you place a tear on the left palm of another person during the live rendition of "Hero to Me", they would fall inexplicably in love with you within the year.

Ochako had her tears in a jar for months for the occasion and had spent many late nights with her best friend Asui Tsuyu, hatching plans to subtly rub hands with Deku at that time of night.

Every person in Class-A bristled as the hour drew near, glancing at the clock with nervous anticipation of one of the most exciting festivals of the year. Well, almost every person. Kirishima stood with several of his classmates deciding where they would go first as they waited for the Pros to arrive to escort them to the festival.

"Oi!" Kirishima called, hollering across the room to where his friend had been attempting to slip by unnoticed. "Bakugo! Where are you going?"

"DIE, YOU SPIKE-HAIRED FREAK!" Bakugo yelled back, his eyes flaring with sudden rage.

"Come on, Bakugo," Kirisha called smiling to himself. "Didn't you say you wanted some Taiyaki?"

"I'M GOING TO BED!" the boy bellowed, stomping up the stairs."

"It's 7am!" Kirishima called, smiling to himself. "Fine, but don't expect me to bring you any."

The door slammed harshly as Bakugo disappeared into his room. No one flinched at the sound, a common occurrence in this dorm, or showed any surprise or contempt at his exemption from the Festival. Kirishima had hoped, perhaps, that his friend would accompany him, but didn't feel disappointed or surprised to know he wouldn't. Not like another classmate, giving a similar excuse to her friends in a room just down the hall.

The girls of the class, minus Ashido who was already downstairs in a black t-shirt and cap, were getting dressed in Ochaco's room, curling one another's hair and dabbing on makeup. Surprisingly enough to everyone, Toru Hakagure was the most skilled make-up artist of the bunch.

Rather than getting dressed, Toru covered her body with bandages and simply painted herself black, showing her petite features through the dark paint. She was hoping to draw the eye of her crush, Ojiro, and smear the tear on him at the festival. The girls were presently attempting to convince Jiro to make a move on Denki when they heard the unfortunate and catastrophic news that their precious Tsu-chan would not be joining them at the legendary festival.

"Asui Tsuyu, explain yourself this instant," Toru shrieked, waving an eyebrow pencil through the air. "You were supposed to help me sneak my tear on his palm."

Tsuyu wasn't looking forward to this conversation. She had decided relatively recently to take a day for herself. Still, she didn't reflect or change the topic. She knew Jiro was glad to have the attention shifted from her. She'd already mentioned that she wasn't interested in the weird tear legend. Anyway, even if it were real, why would she want to brainwash Kaminari with tears? Real love requires a choice, not legends or tears.

Tsu-chan's hands froze at their work and her knuckles clenched around the black bobby pin in her hands. She was the best at hairstyles due to her own complicated hairdo and was currently putting little curls and pins in Jiro's short hair.

"Well-" the frog girl began, twisting the pins in her fingers.

"Help you?" Ochaco chipped in, looking peeved. "You're invisible, Toru. You can do it easily. She was supposed to help me with Deku. He's probably the most unattainable of all the boys. He's so focused on improving himself that he never notices me or my flirting."

Yaoyorozu paused in front of the mirror and dropped her eyeliner a bit too forcefully. "Ochako, that's not true. Is he more unattainable than a Todoroki?" she asked, one perfect brow quirked. "Or Tokoyami and his dark shadow? And what about Bakugou?"

Ochaco thought about it and blanched. "Well, I suppose they might be about the same. Why? Do you like any of those boys?"

"Not the point," interjected Jiro, dismissing Ochako. "The point is that Tsu-chan won't be there. Why aren't you coming? Not homework, I hope."

"No, nothing like that," Tsu-chan responded nervously. She resumed her work on Jiro's hair to do something with her hands. "I-Well, there's something I need to do. Alone."

Ochaco ceased her somber self-reflection and began to look concerned. "Alone? Is everything okay?"

Tsuyu finished with Jiro's hair and fastened a black rose into the side of it. With her make-up and ripped punk-rock dress, she looked wicked cool. Tsu-chan knew she would never look as cool as Jiro, or as sleek and suave as Yaomomo in her black pantsuit, or even as pretty as Ochako in her shapely dress.

She frowned briefly, before shoving the thoughts away. No need to focus on such bitter truths. Instead, she focused on Ochako and began piling her hair into a messy updo at the top of her head. She couldn't help her with Deku, but she could at least help her look so beautiful that the cerebral boy might finally notice her as more than a friend.

"Of course, I'm fine," Tsuyu retorted, adjusting the hairstyle. "Anyway, I'll see you tonight and hear all about your adventures. Maybe you can help each other, Toru and Ochako? With your invisibility and anti-gravity, Izuku and Ojiro won't have any idea what hit them. Except for love for you, of course."

This seemed to placate the two girls, who huddled together and began feverishly replanning their moves. Tsuyu-chan stuck around and helped everyone get ready, chatting idly with the group, who returned their attention to Jiro and her Kaminari-issue. Or, more aptly described, the lack thereof. It was clear she liked him, despite her denial, and the girls were hungry for more gossip than Midoriya and Mashirao. Kaminari might be dense, but he'd make excellent gossip.

Tsu-chan followed the group downstairs, where they were greeted with the appropriate hooting and praise from their friends waiting downstairs. Mina was sad to hear she wouldn't go but otherwise supportive of her decision. The girl was much too excited to really worry about Tsuyu anyhow. As the excitement mounted and the teachers arrived to escort them to the city, Tsuyu allowed herself to fade into the shadows and anticipate the excitement of her true plans for the day.

Tsu-chan had been planning this for months; her dark and shameful secret. Asui Tsuyu was a diehard fan of the infamous frog show, The Young and the Amphibian. It was unpopular among mutant-types and, a bit frowned upon by the Amphibians and reptiles it featured. Well, frowned upon wasn't the right word.

More like, they found it so, so incredibly cringy. Cringier than a neckbeard in a fedora or when an ex-hero thought it was "classic" to try and fit back into their old suit. Tsuyu just thought those things were charming. A man expressing his fashion preferences and a hero reliving their golden days. It was always fun to look back on good times.

In the time it aired, it was ground-breaking television to show heteromorphic-types at all, let alone on their own show. Nowadays, they had better produced, acted, and directed heteromorphic movies and shows that people much preferred. However, there had been none other that featured an all amphibian cast and Tsuyu liked that about it. Also, might as well admit it, she often found herself moved to tears at the so-called cringy acting and writing that went into the soap opera and really enjoyed watching it, even if it made her siblings tease her and her parents' leave the room when they saw it on.

It was embarrassing around non-amphibians, so it would be completely mortifying if she were caught by one of her friends! Maybe Tokoyami had heard of the show from a grandparent or something, but she was too ashamed to even consider asking him anyway it didn't really seem like his taste.

So Asui Tsuyu bundled her love for the show like the thickest coats she wore in winter and hid them away until she could truly enjoy it. On days like today, when the entire class left for festivals or shopping trips or just happened to scatter on the weekend, she used the television in the common room to binge entire seasons of her beloved show. There were so many! There was the introduction of Vicfrog Newton into the show and the classic moment when he married his on-and-off-again wife Nikki for the first time, or when Jack Alligator's wife Patty, skips town after shooting him in the back. After that, the Newton and Alligator family become the show's central focus, and their rivalry fuels several generations.

So classic! It sent shivers down Tsuyu's spine.

Since it was embarrassing enough, Tsuyu pulled out all stops and dressed in her Victorifrog Newton cosplay, which consisted of light makeup, a brown wig, and a tight black dress she covered with a short "The Young and the Amphibian'' t-shirt for modesty.

It had won an award at the soaps convention cosplay contest, but that was only because Tsuyu was the only one in her category. She finished the perfect evening by searching the knick-knacks and corners of her room for all the froggiest snacks she felt uncomfortable eating around non-frog people.

Salted mealworm pudding, lacquered larvae, Barbecued crickets, and her homemade fruit-fly onigiri! She always knew it would seem odd, the way foreign food always did to outsiders, but she had never felt her froggy habits were gross until she offered an onigiri to her best friend Ochako during a movie night.

To her defense, Tsu-chan forgot to tell her about the crunchy center, but she still felt the girl could have used a bit more tact than, "What the flying fractatious fuck did I just bite, Tsu? If you say flies, I'm going to bed and I'm never speaking to you!"

She gave in after a single day with Tooru, Ojiro, and Koda as tablemates. Tsuyu had learned pretty early into school not to catch bugs where others could see, but she had never hidden her habits from a best friend before. Habuko Mongoose, who she still visited on weekends when she could, had never minded and was able to be open in her own snake-like habits around Tsuyu.

Habuko liked to collect enough small mice to eat as popcorn whenever they had movie night. Now, Tsu-chan had to have movie nights alone, though they were more like Binge days since she didn't have a TV in her dorm room and didn't want to pester anyone else by asking. Tsu-chan raced excitedly to her room, estimated how many episodes she could get through before the others returned.

Soon she would put on her cosplay, but first, there was the serious business of sitting quietly by the lake in the park and using her powerful tongue to catch flies when they flew into her zone. Oh, to taste her favorite onigiri again! It was going to be a wonderful day. Tsuyu-chan skipped to her room, changed into something comfortable, and hopped the entire way to the lake, so eager she was to be there.

From his window on the top floor, Bakugo watched Tsuyu hop away. It was always a hit or miss with her, he thought blankly. Sometimes she went with her friends, sometimes she stayed behind. Just enough to be noticed, he realized. No one would say that she never goes with them like they would of Bakugo.

He wondered what she was doing, then felt angry suddenly, so fucking angry about why he would CARE WHAT A DAMN FROG WAS DOING! DAMN IT! Outwardly he screamed, punching the hell out of his unbreakable steel walls, which he specially requested for moments like these when he was overcome by a blinding need to holler and punch something that just honestly couldn't be another student. He would get in trouble, be called a bully, and had come to realize that they didn't always deserve it just because he was angry at them.

Well, they sometimes did, but he also learned that it didn't change much. Anyway, he might be tempted to bully others, but definitely not Asui-san, who had a good heart and talked to him more openly than most of the others had upon first meeting him. She didn't seem like to type of person to turn anyone away, not even a screaming, raging, FUCKING ALL-STAR HERO LIKE HIMSELF, DAMMIT!

Suddenly he was screaming again and settled himself down enough to walk through the exercises he'd learned from his mother, who had the same tendencies. He crossed his legs and placed his hands close together, almost touching in the prayer position. For almost two hours, he sat in meditative silence and cultivated his Ki. He always had bigger and better blasts after meditating and could think a bit clearer with a shorter fuse.

Okay, what was happening? Yes, he had wondered where Tsuyu went, which was nothing but a distraction because he had a full day of training ahead and couldn't waste his damn time wondering after a frog. He had already finished his morning session, starting at about 4:00 am and ending around 7:00 am, and had missed his nap because of his most recent rage. He didn't need sleep! He could number one with a fully empty tank and would kill anyone who told him different! Bakugo launched himself into action, beginning the first of 1,000 rapid vertical push-ups, sit-ups, and one-legged squats each, followed by a 27-mile run at nearly full speed, all the while screaming, "DiiiiiiIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" at the top of his lungs.

He considered this part of his training as well. If he couldn't do it all screaming, he wouldn't be the number one hero on the planet and he WOULD be the number one hero on the planet. For the next five hours, he forgot to wonder about the damn frog and wondered only at how long it would take him to pass his own limits. Oh, wait. Every fucking day was a chance to surpass his limits. What was he, an extra? A damn support character?

Now! he corrected. Let's do it now!

He launched himself into another hour of intense training, after which he realized, quite suddenly, that he was starving and had missed breakfast, lunch, dinner, and his usual protein-filled snacks.

Fuck that! If he couldn't do it empty, he wouldn't be number one! Let's go!

This attitude carried him through another hour before he finally admitted that perhaps even all might would feel as weak as he currently did if he worked this hard without a single meal. Deku and Todoroki were at the festival where they probably hadn't trained at all. Stupid Deku was probably fangirling at the All Might booth as usual, and the damn half-and-half would be eating cold soba as if his very life depended upon it. Oh, soba sounded good right now.

He stumbled wearily toward the dormitory, too spent to feel angry about anything, and nearly dragged himself up the steps to the common room. Food, he muttered under his breath. Water…

All thoughts of this left his mind as he turned the corner into the common room and stopped dead in his tracks at the incredible scene he was witnessing. There was some random extra sobbing on the couch, wiping her eyes with a t-shirt, stuffing...was-was that an earthworm wriggling on a chopstick...and was she salting it...oh she ate it! Okay, some random extra sobbing on the couch with a wet t-shirt clutched in one hand and stuffing a mealworm in her mouth with the other. Scattered around the coffee table were several bowls, plates, and mugs of other suspiciously insect-like food.

The only reason he didn't scream at her was that he was hit by the wild realization that she was seriously too damn cute to scream at. She had brown hair, cascading in ringlets down her back, and shapely legs folded beneath her. Her shape was just perfect in the tight black dress and her face was beautiful and, quite suddenly, familiar.

Asui-san! What the hell, this was what she did? Get dressed up all hot to eat bugs? WHAT?! No, Katsuki, he told himself, calm the hell down until you figure this out. He slid into a corner for observation. Yes, he rationalized, of course she was cute. The girls were all cute, except Tooru-san and Kyouka sometimes, but he was too damn busy being the best damn student to walk these halls to pay much attention to it.

Now, worn down as he was, without a single interest in training for the rest of the night, he couldn't help but notice her shape. Also, because she caught him off guard and looked like an extra in her wig and make-up. No, she wasn't an extra, he realized suddenly. She could even be a star. She was watching something on TV. He watched a man who looked like a newt stride on-screen dramatically and kiss a woman like an alligator in a white gown. She held a bouquet and smiled triumphantly at a froggy lady who sat dejectedly in the corner of the shot. Suddenly, the woman stood and grabbed her drink.

The other woman turned away. She strode nearer and...she was pregnant? A twist! She gave a long, poorly acted speech in which she looked at the camera no less than three times, but it was pretty wild. She finished by dumping her bloody mary all over the woman's beautiful white gown, and kissing some alligator man-Jack? Oh, the alligator lady didn't know about that coupling and-oh, they wouldn't, what a fucking savage. Jack Alligator (what a dumb name!) was down on one knee proposing to the Frog girl, Sharon, at that other lady and the Newt guy's wedding.

Later, he realized they were all exes and had to get into a meditation posture to prevent himself from losing his fucking mind. Another twist!

Suddenly he understood Asui-san's wild reactions and found himself watching her almost as much as the screen. She gasped, cried, shook her head in disappointment, and leaned forward in intrigue, all on cue. He lost track of the time. They both did. Asui-san looked frightfully toward the door at the tell-tale noise of classmates meandering up the walkway towards the entrance. She began gathering her snacks and wrapping them in a lilypad blanket, dumping bowls, mugs, and plates alike, tying it like sack that she hoisted over her shoulder. She began gathering her DVDs, but they were right outside now.

Could she make it? Would she be discovered? No, Katsuki thought to himself, she couldn't make it. But damn him if she would be discovered. He revealed himself. Her eyes grew wide with fright and she snatched the brown wig off her head, covering her body with a T-Shirt.

"Nevermind that," Bakugo told her, already moving towards the door. "I'll distract them. Grab your shit and run. I can buy you about 15-30 extra seconds, but you owe me if I end up with detention."

He bolted to the door, weariness forgotten, and yanked it open with such force that Deku would have flown into the room had he not collided with Katsuki's solid and seething body. He had hardly a moment to think and allowed his natural instincts to take over.

"Deku," he growled, watching the boy scuttle back into the crowd of his classmates, who took too large steps back. Small bursts erupted in his hand as he glared at his green-haired, freckled rival. They turned as one towards Kirishima, who shook his head wearily before pushing to the front of the group with his hands raised. Thankfully, the pros seemed to have parted ways when they made it on campus, or Asui would have even less time.

"Hey, buddy," Kirishima began, looping an arm around his shoulders and holding a bag in his hand. "I brought you some Takiyami from the festival. Also, I got us matching t-shirts. We are going to be goals."

Bakugo resisted the urge to smile, then the following urge to smack him, and turned his attention towards the group.

"Every single one of you," he roared, his blasts popping louder. "FIGHT ME, NOW!"

"You look tired," Kaminari said, looping an arm around his other shoulder. "Didn't you sleep all day?"

"Y-y-yeah," Deku attempted, having made his way to his feet. "W-w-w-w-w-we-,"

"CAN IT, PORKY!" Bakugo yelled, looking past him at a gap in the group. He pointed at it. "Fight me, nothing girl! Think you can beat me? Huh?! HUH?!"

Snickers rumbled throughout the group and a few people visibly relaxed at the sound. Just Bakugo being Bakugo, they thought. Well, it helped to have a reputation. A smiling voice popped up behind him. He could see two footprints standing in a pile of black rags she must've had on.

"Got him!" Toru sang, pushing the door open. "Oh, hi, Tsu-chan! I thought you said it wasn't studying!"

Well, he had promised her at least 15 seconds and it had been about 25 seconds. Not bad. Best of all, he hadn't even done anything to get detention. He gave the group one last glare, before following Toru inside. The others eagerly followed. Todoroki, Takoyami, and Aoyama went straight for their rooms, but everyone else crowded into the common room around Asui, who sat on the couch, a book open on her lap, looking almost bored.

Her green hair was piled in a messy bun at the top of her head, and her usual bow thingy was missing, but she looked normal and relatively calm. Her black dress was gone, replaced by an oversized purple shirt and cute, froggy pajama pants. There was no trace of the insect-eating vixen from before and he knew he might never see her again. Something about that pissed him the hell off. She met his eye as he walked past her, and gave him a brief nod of thanks, never pausing in her explanations to her friends, who smiled endearingly at her before moving on to other things.

It was just Froppy being Froppy, they probably thought. Nothing interesting to see here. Bakugo disagreed. As he lay in bed that night, reflecting angrily on his empty stomach, he couldn't get angry enough to erase a certain thought from his mind: He wanted to see more of Asui Tsuyu and her strangely compelling frog show.

Just thought you should know, I do not normally write with this many exclamation points, capitalization and ellipses, but I thought it was necessary to capture crazy Bakugou.

Hope you enjoyed that. Please leave a review telling me if you like the story so far, my interpretation of the characters and if you would like to see more. I'm not great at summaries, so let me know if there are any changes you would suggest to capture readers. Right now, I expect it to be at 10-ish chapters, but that could increase.