Bakugou Katsuki always knew that he had what it took to be a hero. He had a strong quirk, bravery, the drive to win, and even a sidekick already lined up for him. It was perfect!
But that was before.
After, Katsuki became someone entirely different. He was no longer the determined leader with big dreams, but instead a cruel and vindictive child that asserted his dominance over others through blunt force. He stopped speaking to his best friend, Midoriya Izuku, and instead pushed others to isolate the boy. He held such a grudge against him for what happened, even though logically, Katsuki knew that it wasn't his fault. Of course it wasn't Izuku's fault.
Seventeen year-old Katsuki was ashamed of his past behavior. He couldn't change the past, no matter how much he wished he could. He supposed it didn't matter anymore; he and Deku were friends now, they had both gotten into U.A., and were on the fast track to graduating at the top of their class. What had happened to them all those years ago was nothing more than a bad memory.
Or at least, it had been, before Aizawa-sensei ruined it all.
"Listen, I don't want to give this class anymore than the rest of you want to be here," the tired hobo of a man said as he clicked on the projector at the front of the room. Class 2-A shifted awkwardly in their seats, already knowing what was coming. "Let's just get this over with so that we never have to talk about it again, alright?" The text on the projector screen popped up, revealing the subject matter for the next hour. Sex Ed.
Katsuki crossed his arms, his heart pounding. He'd heard that, due to the dorms being established in their first year, the sex ed class this year would be different than it had been all the previous years. He had a bad feeling about what that might mean, and his theory wasn't proven any better when a knock sounded on the classroom door. Without waiting, the door slid open, revealing the pro-hero Midnight and another extra that Katsuki didn't recognize.
"Hellooooooo everyone~" Midnight said cheerily, stepping into the room with the meek looking man in tow behind her. "Who's ready for sex ed?"
Ashido Mina, being the unashamed bitch she was, smirked and leaned back in her seat with her arms crossed. "Oh, this will be fun."
"I'm gonna die," Kaminari wheezed from his own seat.
"Alright, alright," Aizawa said, halting the conversation. "Class, I'm sure you know why Midnight is here. The man behind her is named Kajiyama Yumi. This is his first year with us, so please for the love of god , treat him with some respect."
"Why's he here?" Jirou whispered to Katsuki, scowling at the newcomer. Clearly she was as suspicious of him as Katsuki was, proving to him that she really was the smartest extra in his dumbass friend group. Well, besides him, of course.
"H-hello everyone," Kajiyama stuttered, giving them all a quick bow. "Principal Nedzu asked me to come here to help with the sex ed portion of your curriculum to make sure that you all answer any questions Aizawa-sensei or Midnight-sensei may have for you. My quirk is called Truth Gas,
and does basically as it sounds. My body will secret a gas that, when inhaled, will have all of you telling the truth for exactly one hour. If there is anyone here who would rather not be subjected to this quirk then please, say so now so that you may be escorted to Recovery Girl's office."
"Just know that it will look incriminating," Midnight said cheerily. Katsuki could feel the dread in the pit of his stomach grow even more. He could almost taste the anxiety rolling off of shitty Deku in waves from the seat behind him. The dweeb was probably only seconds away from muttering uncontrollably, and for once, Katsuki couldn't blame him. After all, they had the same reason for being nervous.
"No takers?" Midnight asked. "Alrighty then! Kajiyama-san, please go ahead and administer the gas. To make it fair, Aizawa-kun and I will also be inhaling the gas. Please do not abuse this power on either us or each other, as doing so will result in serious consequences."
"Aw man," Kaminari whined. Sero and Mina slumped as well, looking just as disappointed. Those fucking troublemakers no doubt wanted to ask everyone some nosy-ass questions to get some secrets, or some dumb shit like that.
Kajiyama closed his eyes, holding his hands out in front of him. Slowly, a light blue gas began to seep into the room, floating around eye-level for everyone sitting at their desks. If Katsuki thought it would have helped, he might have held his breath to avoid breathing the stuff in, but he knew it would ultimately be useless. All he could do was pray that whatever questions Aizawa and Midnight were going to ask, they wouldn't be any of the questions that he would have a problem with answering.
But since Deku was involved, with that shithead's luck, everything would spill out into the open.
The gas smelled vaguely sweet, kind of like cotton candy. Katsuki felt dizzy for a few seconds right after inhaling it, but other than that, nothing really felt different about him. He couldn't help but wonder if the guy's quirk had actually worked or not, or if it was all some sort of fluke. Kajiyama put his hands down and opened his eyes, bowing a bit to the class with a small smile. "That's all for me. The quirk will wear off exactly one hour from now, so I suggest you get your class started immediately. Thank you for having me." With that, the guy left the classroom.
Aizawa eyed all of his students, shaking his head a little before he began. "I'm sure you all got a talk about puberty when you were in middle school, so we're going to go ahead and skip that part of the normal sex ed lesson. Principal Nedzu has compiled a list of questions for us to ask you, and Midnight has made a small lesson on what she thinks is important when it comes to practicing safe and consenual sex, so do us all a favor and just pay attention so we never have to do this again."
"We're talking about consent?" Uraraka said, snorting to herself. "Now I wish Mineta hadn't been expelled. He could've learned something."
"I'm right here," Shinsou, Mineta's replacement, said dryly.
"I know honey, and we love you," Hagakure said, making kissy noises at the guy two seats behind Katsuki. Bakugou bared his teeth at the invisible girl, receiving a blown raspberry in return. Sometimes he missed that days that his classmates were too afraid to cross him.
"Settle down," Midnight said. "This is my favorite class to teach, so don't ruin it for me!" She pulled a bunch of notecards seemingly out of thin air, shuffling them around in her hand so that she could get started. "Alright, today we will be talking about how to safely practice sex between the female and male sexes, two male sexes, and two female sexes. Believe it or not, it is important to use protection no matter what your sex or gender is, because STDs can be spread a lot easier than
one might think." She turned to Aizawa, gesturing to him. He shook his head, muttering something about how he "really didn't want to do this," before he picked up his own notecards.
"Alright. We will start with each of you raising your hands. How many of you in this room have had sex before?"
Katsuki clenched his jaw together, but just like he suspected, his hand moved on its own, raising high in the air. He looked around to see who else had been caught in the web, surprised to find that over half of the class had their hands raised as well. Huh. Maybe he really could get through this lesson in one piece.
"Alright, so Aoyama, Ashido, Asui, Uraraka, Oijiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Shoji, Jirou, Sero, Hagakure, Bakugou, Midoriya, and Shinsou," Aizawa listed. Apparently the only virgins in the room were Iida (big shocker), Kouda, Satou, Tokoyami, Todoroki, and Yaomomo.
Midnight herself even looked surprised. "Wow, I wasn't expecting such a big turnout. Kids these days." She laughed airily, like this wasn't the most uncomfortable situation any of them had ever been in. "Alright, it's my turn to ask. Out of all of you, how many of you have had sex in the dorms?"
Katsuki felt blessed to be able to put his hand down, and couldn't help but peek around to see who else had put their hands down. He was absolutely floored to find that the only other person to put their hand down was Deku. Every other extra had fucked in the dorms. Not for the first time, Katsuki was grateful for his early bedtime, if it meant that he didn't have to listen to some of these fuckers going at it with each other.
"That's disconcerting," Aizawa groaned, but still flipped to his next card. "I suppose that's why Nedzu wanted us to ask, though."
"It is highly disrespectful to the U.A. establishment for so many of you to have broken the rules so blatantly!" Iida cried, making his violent chopping motions, as always. "I must say that I'm disappointed in you all!"
"He's just mad because he's still a virgin," Jirou huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Iida's face flushed bright red while the rest of the class laughed. Even Katsuki couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he uncrossed his arms and left one underneath the desk. Jirou took the invitation and high-fived him, smirking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"That's enough from all of you," Aizawa snapped. "Iida, let me take care of the punishments, alright? The rest of you, stop bullying your classmate for following the rules."
"Next question!" Midnight chirped. "How many of you are comfortable with establishing your sexual identity?" Every hand in class went up, so Midnight nodded. "Why don't we start at the front and go around then, so we can make sure that everyone is properly educated on what they need to be educated on."
Aoyama was the first to go, posing like a freak like he always did when he was the center of attention. Katsuki knew before the shithead even spoke what he was going to say. "I like boys. Sorry to the femmes in the room, mon amis. "
Ashido cleared her throat, smiling. "I'm also gay as hell. Sorry to all the boys in the room." She fluttered her eyelashes at Aoyama, who pretended to look heartbroken. Asui touched her finger to her chin before she spoke.
"I like boys and girls, but have a definite preference for women, kero. "
Iida began his hand-chopping again, his face suspiciously pink as he spoke. "I would normally say that I am solely attracted to women, but there have been a few cases in which I have also found men attractive!" Okay, was it Katsuki's imagination or did that fucker glance at Deku?
"I like boys and girls equally!" Uraraka said, flashing a peace sign at them all.
"I'm straight," Oijiro said meekly, twisting his tail in his hands.
"I'm a hardcore bisexual, my guy," Kaminari said, looking Aizawa dead in the eye with a pair of finger guns.
"Same," Kirishima said.
' I'm asexual,' Kouda signed, Shinsou taking the initiative to translate for the boy.
"I'm straight, too," Satou said.
"I like boys and girls," Shoji shrugged. "There isn't really a ratio or anything."
"I like women," Jirou declared. Katsuki knew he wasn't imagining the girl sneaking a glance at Yaomomo to see how the brunette reacted.
"I don't really care," Sero admitted. "I just have to vibe with them."
"I do not find myself attracted to either gender," Tokoyami said.
"I suppose I like boys," Todoroki told them all, his face as impassive as ever.
"Ouch! Who's gonna tell his fan club?" Kaminari joked. Todoroki didn't seem to get it, just like usual.
"I'm not a hero yet. It would be weird if I already had a fan club."
"I'm straight, too!" Hagakure said from in front of Katsuki, waving a hand in the air to get the attention back onto her.
All eyes turned to Katsuki, and he couldn't stop himself from grumbling. "As if you fuckers don't already know I'm gay as shit."
"Gee, I wonder what tipped us off. The eyeliner or the fashion sense," Sero muttered. Katsuki turned to him with sparking palms, snarling.
"My parents are fucking fashion designers, you walmart brand roll of scotch tape!"
"U-um, I guess I classify myself as bisexual?" Deku said from behind Katsuki. "B-but I prefer men...?" Katsuki calmed back down, huffing as he recrossed his arms over his chest. It didn't exactly take a genius to see that Deku was attracted to men, even if he was a lot more obvious about being flustered by pretty girls.
"I like men," Shinsou deadpanned.
"I like women," Yaomomo said shyly, being the last one to go. Midnight clapped her hands, looking positively gleeful.
"We have such a good ratio this year!" She cheered. "I'm glad you're all comfortable with yourselves to speak about it!"
"We're literally under a truth quirk, but go off I guess," Satou snickered.
"Hey, she gave us an option!" Uraraka defended.
"The more you all stall, the less we get to cover in class, and the bigger the chance of taking another class gets," Aizawa drawled. Everyone shut up, turning their attention back to the front of the room. Katsuki couldn't decide if he wanted this shit over with, or if he wanted everyone to stall as much as they could so that he wouldn't have to face what he was afraid of facing. It normally wasn't like him at all to avoid his fears, but this subject matter was something different entirely. It was something that only two people in the entire world knew about, and one of them was Deku . He would rather not reveal it in front of the entire class, if he had the chance.
Deku was bouncing his knee under his desk, and when Katsuki turned around to check, he saw that the nerd was biting on his index finger so that he wouldn't mutter, too. Deku's emerald eyes landed on Katsuki's, and the two of them shared a knowing look. Ever since their fight at Ground Beta in their first year, Bakugou and Deku had been getting together rather well. Katsuki often joined Deku and All Might in their little "One for All" training lessons, and he spent a lot of time helping Deku figure out his shitty quirk, as well. Before All Might had died at the beginning of their second year, the three of them had gotten rather close. His death only proved to force Katsuki and Deku even closer, since they now kept the secret of Deku's quirk all to themselves. As if they didn't already have a big enough secret shouldered between them.
"One last question from Nedzu before we move on," Midnight said. "Aizawa, do you want to do the honors?"
"I'd rather take a nap," the tired man said, but he still lifted his cards to read the question. "All right, I'm supposed to ask each of you individually how old you were the first time you had sex, as well as the last time, so we can get an accurate indicator of your sexual activity and what you all may need to learn from this course."
And just like that, all of the blood drained for Katsuki's face. He whipped back around to stare at Deku, wide-eyed and panicked like he'd never been before. The green haired boy looked just as horrified, his entire body stiff with terror at the question. It was the exact question that they had dreaded being asked, and of course they would have to answer it in front of everyone.
"Aoyama-kun, how old were you the first time you had sex?" Aizawa asked, looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else. Aoyama was obviously enjoying making his teacher uncomfortable, because he propped his chin on his hand and fluttered his lashes at the man.
"I was sixteen, mon cherie ~" the blond stated. Aizawa sighed and pinched his eyes closed, ignoring Midnight's cackling laughter before he reopened them.
"How old were you the last time?"
"Also sixteen," Aoyama answered. Aizawa nodded and marked it down, moving on. "Fifteen and seventeen," Ashido answered.
"Sixteen for both," Asui croaked. Iida was skipped, still being a virgin, and Uraraka went next.
"Fifteen and seventeen," the girl blushed, glancing at her girlfriend, Ashido, before quickly looking away. She, Ashido and Kirishima had all been dating since the second month of their first
year, and appeared to still be going strong.
"Seventeen for both," Oijiro admitted, not bothering to look at his invisible girlfriend. The rest of the extras went down the line, all of them being somewhere within the fifteen to seventeen range. The amount of people in between Katsuki and his fate decreased far too quickly for his liking, and he had to grip the edges of his desk with white knuckles just to stop himself from accidentally blowing up the classroom. His heart was pounding in his chest, his ears filling with the buzzing of panic. He hadn't felt this level of anxiety since his and Deku's fight at Ground Beta, where he'd had a massive panic attack before he beat Deku into the ground.
Hagakure answered seventeen for both questions as well, blowing a kiss at her blushing boyfriend before all eyes turned to Katsuki. Aizawa-sensei opened his mouth to ask the dreaded questions, and without thinking, Katsuki cut him off.
"Don't fucking ask me that," he snapped, digging his nails into the wood of his desk. Aizawa sighed, looking up at the ceiling like it would give him all the answers to life.
"Bakugou, don't be difficult, everyone had to answer," Aizawa grumbled.
"I fucking mean it," Katsuki warned. "I don't wanna fucking answer, and you don't wanna fucking hear it. Do you hear me? I'll blow your ass up so hard-"
"Kinky," Kaminari whispered.
"S-sensei," Deku stuttered, trying to advocate for Katsuki.
Really, Katsuki should have known to be more specific. Perhaps if he'd told Aizawa that he would rather have this conversation in private, then the man would have listened. Instead, he acted like his usual stubborn self, and he messed it all up. Aizawa was usually a smart, somewhat kind man. He knew when he was pushing something too far. Unfortunately, not even he could read minds.
"Bakugou, how old were you the first time you had sex?" The man asked.
Katsuki slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the answer. He began to sweat with the effort it took to hold it back, his mind beginning to fuzz out as the quirk tried to reign the control back. Deku was talking behind him, stuttering out pleas and excuses, but within five seconds, it was already too late.
"Four," Katsuki wheezed. Just like that, the entire classroom went dead silent. Deku wilted back into his seat, burying his face in his hands as Katsuki growled like a feral dog, daring any of them to try to get him to elaborate on what he said.
"Repeat that, Katsuki." Aizawa said.
"Fuck you," Bakugou spat, taking advantage of the sentence not being phrased at a question.
"Did you just say you first had sex when you were four years old ?" Midnight asked, her dark eyes wide with astonishment.
" Yes ," Katsuki hissed. "I was fucking four, are you fucking happy now? Jesus fuck, I told you not to fucking ask me, old man!"
"Kacchan," Deku said softly from behind him.
"Bakugou, I think we need to talk," Aizawa said, gesturing for the blond to stand up.
"I don't want to," Katsuki said. "You can't make me."
"Actually, I can." Aizawa eyed the blond, looking more serious than he'd seen the man in a long time. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
"You wanna fucking go?" Katsuki snarled, his hands beginning to pop with little fireworks. Before Aizawa could do anything else, like activate his quirk, Deku shot out of his chair and slammed his hands on his desk.
"Someone ask me," he demanded, gathering everyone's attention. Katsuki's muscles locked up, realizing what Deku was about to do.
"Problem Child, we're a little busy now," Aizawa said.
"Kacchan, ask me," Deku said, his voice sounding cold. Bakugou turned to meet Deku's eyes, finding the same determination on the younger boy's face that he always got when he was facing down a villain. Some part of Katsuki was strangely glad that Deku wasn't going to let him do this alone.
"Deku, how fucking old were you when you first had sex?" Katsuki asked dryly. "Four years old," Deku answered. The world shifted on its axis once again. Katsuki should have known this would be a shitty day.