Bakugo Katsuki (and company) walked his way to his Aldera Junior High like he always did, tired as fuck. Which was why, so lost in his own thoughts, the blonde didn't realize that he had tripped over a slightly higher piece of the sidewalk, about to fall headfirst into the asphalt. Acting quickly, Midoriya Izuku sent out his green slime to form an outstretched arm on his host's forehead, barely managing to make the appendage in time to break their fall. "Are you okay?!" the slime asked worriedly as he sprouted a head from the new muscular arm, internally trying to convince himself that it was better to intervene than let his host get hurt.

Bakugo blinked out of his daze as he realized what happened. Wordlessly he commanded his new arm to push him off the ground with enough force to help him up. "I didn't need-" he yawned uncontrollably, "the save, Slimefuck," he backhandedly said, pissed that he was so out of it. "And before you fuckin' ask, I'm fine."

"You sure?" Izuku pressed as he unmade the arm, the slime regressing back into Bakugo's forehead with a wet gushing noise. Midoriya, wanting to be discreet, decided to make a tiny little mouth of himself in Katsuki's left ear so he could talk to him. He noticed that his host was slightly wobbling as he walked, as he wasn't fully awake yet.

The explosive blonde gritted his teeth in annoyance, too grumpy to tolerate his friend's partner's mother-henning. "I'm just fuckin' tired! Leave me alone," Bakugo commanded as he resumed his walk to his school.

Izuku literally shrank himself away, trying to make himself scarce for his friend's sake. He didn't mean to be annoying, he just wanted to help..."Wait, why can't I?" the slime thought to himself as he tried to figure out how to help. After searching around the inside of Bakugo's neural pathways to find what was causing the excessive drowsiness, he managed to stop the production (and block the receptors) of what he thought was melatonin and adenosine, if the late night studying of human anatomy was correct.

Mercifully the sun was finally blocked by Aldera Junior High when it came into view for the blond. Preteens and teenagers alike walked into the building from the two glass double doors, also looking tired. While the building was average looking with its brick and white concrete color scheme, it was still impressive on account of it looking so clean. As Bakugo shuffled his way inside the building, shoving past the extras that were in his way of his locker at the getabako, he realized that he wasn't stumbling at all anymore.


"'Calls 'isself a barman and don't know what a pint is!'" the male English teacher monotonously acted out, yawning as he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

English class, the class he'd rather fall asleep in then actually pay attention. Bakugo could care less about what he was hearing. Not only was it fucking boring as hell and useless to know when he became the Number One Pro Hero, he also had something else on his mind: He wasn't tired, at all. Ten minutes after he complained about it earlier to Booger Face and now he was magically awake. Katsuki tuned out his lazy ass teacher as he flipped to a blank page in his English notebook.

"Did you do that?" Bakugo wrote out, adding onto it, "I'm awake now, well-rested awake," he clarified as he let his right hand go slack. After a couple seconds of nothing, Kacchan uncomfortably felt his right hand's muscles move by someone else's volition. The blonde would've protested but remembered exactly why he was even harboring Midoriya in the first place, so he fought back against his discomfort.

The space beneath Bakugo's writing was written in a completely different hand style, as the text read, "Yes. Am I in trouble?"

"Why the fuck would you be, Slimefuck?! Just asking, alright," Katsuki wrote back angrily, wincing slightly at how loudly he was writing back to his friend partner. "What else can you do, Booger Face?"

"I have a name, you know. As for your question I don't know. Isn't that why we wrote-" The pencil that Midoriya was manipulating stopped for a moment, as if he noticed something. "Duck."

Immediately Bakugo did as he was told and watched as a paper airplane went sailing past his head as it went flying right into his English teacher's back.

The teacher stopped talking mid-sentence, turned around and picked up the distraction. "Who threw this? Anyone want to fess up?" he egged on. "Whoever threw this know this: I will not hesitate sending you to detention if this happens again." The English teacher then went back to reading 1984 by George Orwell, speaking monotonously as he did so.


Midoriya Izuku had scarcely been in the middle school for more than three hours and already he was bored. Sure, it was refreshing to see kids his own age, to be able to learn things in a "safe" and "calm" environment, but like tears in the rain it quickly lost its luster when the slime realized that he couldn't read any of the numerous textbooks while in the public eye with Bakugo.

The math teacher, a balding wrinkle-faced man wearing a plaid shirt and denim jeans, kept droning on and on about various homework problems that were assigned last night. To the slime's utter confusion, everyone (excluding his generous host) had somehow either forgotten/ignored it, or flat out got the wrong answer. The students weren't even trying to pay attention, they'd rather talk and gossip about the latest thing. The teacher was just as bad as he decided to simply give up and play on his smartphone.

And that was only the fifth period. It's been at least half a decade since Midoriya had been in a school, but even he knew that everything was wrong. The loud obnoxious bell that ran on the hour every hour; the constant rudeness of all the students, no matter how much the teachers tried half-heartedly to calm them down; the pushing and shoving in the hallways, to the point where the smaller students got literally stepped on; it was all too much too soon. It felt suffocating, like being shown how beautiful and wonderful the world could be, and then being put inside a small container to be thrown in the trash to rot.

Midoriya didn't want to bother Bakugo. His host wasn't complaining about the god-awful environment, in fact Bakugo seemed to thrive in all the chaos, being able to commandeer any classroom with his loud voice alone.

Izuku didn't want his host to know how stressful he felt.

He didn't want his host to develop goosebumps all over his skin.

And he certainly didn't want his host to grind his teeth together before letting out an exasperated groan of annoyance.

But before Midoriya knew it they were in an empty bathroom, and like most instances in the slimebiote's life, he was surely about to get yelled at.

The flickering lights illuminated Bakugo's grimace as he begrudgingly snuck into the dingy lavatory, which reeked of ammonia from the misused toilets. He reminded himself why he was here again after he stepped in a puddle of water, his anger spiking as it splashed up his pant leg.

Bakugo slowly felt the tension of being caught subside as he confirmed that no one was hiding inside any of the stalls by kicking them all open. The blonde released an exhausted sigh, after which he demanded of the seemingly empty room, "Oi, Slimefuck. We need to talk."

With ample warning from his goosebumps Midoriya slithered out and recreated himself opposite of his host, an SIV connecting them. "W-what's up?"

"Just checking up on your slimy ass; you doing okay?" Bakugo asked, gruffness laced in his voice.

"M-me? I'm f-fine?" Midoriya lied. His host stared him down with daggers until the slime boy sighed in defeat, "I'm not alright."

"What's wrong?"

"Everything is—is so…much!" Izuku explained, an exasperated look about him. "How do you deal with all the people just talking and shoving and moving and—" He was interrupted in his speaking, however, when the doorway of the lavatory opened up, revealing a skinny white teen has been there the whole time.

"Now," the American exchange student began in a thick American accent, "what do we have here?"

"None of your fucking business, you pencil-thin fuck!" Bakugo growled out, shielding his friend partner from view as best he could.

"Oh, Bakugo, poor dumb Bakugo," he tsked, stalking closer to the two of them as he left the door frame, letting the bathroom door close behind him. "I heard everything, and judging by how connected you two are, I imagine you don't want any of this to be common knowledge, no?"