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One thing Bakugou Katsuki knew for absolute certain. He hated Ojiro Mashirao.
At first, Bakugou barely spared him a glance. He was just another extra on the sidelines of his extravagant origin story. He didn’t even look like much. The only thing different about him was his tail. Ojiro was average in class, barely spoke up, and besides that stupid stunt talking back to Aizawa on their first day, there was seemingly no passion to him.
But Bakugou watched. Ojiro might have been average in almost every component of their training, but one thing that was consistent was that Ojiro would almost always have the best move when it came to reflecting. In the Quirk Assessment, he blew Bakugou’s score out of the water. In the Battle Simulation, he demolished an entire building from the inside. His strength was seemingly on par with even that tentacled guy.
It pissed Bakugou off. How could someone so powerful only be an average student?
So Bakugou planned.
Before their first Sports Festival, Aizawa led them out towards where they had their Quirk Assessment. Only this time there were several mats spread out and pro heroes scattered around.
“We’re going to have sparring matches to prepare you all for the Sports Festival. I say SPARRING matches because this should not be taken seriously at all. Any use of excessive force will have you disqualified and you will sit on the sidelines and watch for the rest of class.” Aizawa lectured with a glare. “You will be watched by one of the pro heroes around the mats. If they say to stop, you stop. If you continue you will be disqualified. Am I understood?”
The entire class, minus Bakugou, nodded seriously. Bakugou scoffed and crossed his arms. Looking off to the side, he saw Ojiro talking to the tentacled guy and they seemed to be planning to go off towards a mat near All Might. Bakugou immediately tried to stomp over and demand he get to spar with Ojiro before he was grabbed by his shoulder.
“Hey! Bakugou! Let’s spar, yeah?” The shitty-haired rock quirk guy, Kuroshomo or something, gave him a sharp-toothed smile. Bakugou looked over to see All Might already talking to Ojiro and the tentacle guy and sighed. He would have to wait then.
“Fine. Let’s see what you’ve got, Shitty-hair.” Bakugou sneered as he started to walk over towards Cementoss’s mat.
“My name is Kirishima!” The extra shouted after him but Bakugou didn’t care.
Their match was quick and easy with Bakugou shoving Kirishima off the mat with a small explosion. Shitty Hair’s quirk was useful and all but his form was absolutely terrible. It was all too easy to knock him down. It didn’t help that the boy thought he was an immovable wall with his quirk as if his feet were cemented to the ground. Bakugou looked up from demolishing Kirishima long enough to see Ojiro dodging the tentacle kid’s many arms with almost artistic flexibility. The more Bakugou watched, the more he wanted to fight Ojiro next.
Especially when the tentacle kid grabbed Ojiro with 4 of his arms and tried to hold him still but Ojiro swung up with his tail and dislodged him. Only as he was doing so, he swung with enough force to smack tentacle kid in the face. Tentacle kid immediately released Ojiro with a grunt of pain and reached up to cup his jaw. Ojiro’s eyes widened and he looked to All Might with panic.
“Shoji, are you alright, my boy?” All Might asked calmly.
“Yeah,” Shoji nodded. “Just surprised me.”
“Are you clear to keep going?”
Shoji nodded again and they started. Bakugou stepped off the mat he was on, ignoring Kirishima’s questioning, in favor of walking over to Ojiro’s mat. A small group of other students joined in as well. Pretty soon, the entire class was in on it and many were shouting encouragement.
“Get him, Shoji!”
“Show him what you’re made of, Ojiro!”
“Go for the legs!”
“You’re stronger than him, Shoji!”
It was as Ojiro had Shoji in an armbar that the match grew more intense. The class was amazed seeing how Shoji was trying to pry Ojiro off with all of his remaining limbs and couldn’t seem to manage it. They were both straining under their own effort and Bakugou could see that Ojiro’s strength lay in more than just his tail. It only proved to further his theory that Ojiro was holding back.
Only, disaster struck. A dull pop sound was heard by everyone in the vicinity and Shoji’s choked gasp caused Ojiro to let go. He rolled off the other boy as teachers rushed in. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” He apologized profusely.
Soon enough Recovery Girl rushed over to assess the damage. Bakugou backed up with everyone else but he could still see the sweat on Shoji’s forehead as he tried to stay calm, shoulder obviously dislocated. “Alright, what do we have here? Oh, a dislocated shoulder? It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of these.” She mumbled before wiping down Shoji’s forehead and pressing a small kiss on it.
The entire class watched Shoji’s shoulder glow green before a similar-sounding pop was heard. Shoji hissed in pain, but the pain dissipated quickly if his astounded look was anything to go by.
“There, there, now,” Recovery Girl reached into her pocket and pulled out a juice box. “Drink this. And let’s see that range of motion now.”
Shoji did as instructed, poking the straw under his mask to drink his juice while rotating his shoulder for Recovery Girl to see.
“Looks like it’s all better now. No more pain?” She asked to which Shoji shook his head. “Good. Take it easy next time, boys. Don’t be so rough.” She chided.
Ojiro’s head ducked to look at the ground, his tail tucking between his feet. “Yes, ma’am.”
The crowd dissipated, but Bakugou was only encouraged. He was about to walk up to Ojiro and demand his match before Aizawa stepped in and placed a hand on Ojiro’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up over this, Problem Child. Things happen during training.”
Shoji nodded from sitting on the mat. “I should have tapped. But to be honest, it’s been a long time since someone was stronger than me.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. “No hard feelings?”
Ojiro nodded eagerly. “No hard feelings.”
Aizawa smiled slightly as he watched the two make-up. “Alright, but rules are rules. Ojiro, you have to sit out for the rest of the class.”
Bakugou noticed Ojiro wasn’t too upset behind it as he walked over to the sidelines and sat down on the soft grass. Even All Might walked over to give Ojiro words of encouragement about the situation. Bakugou seethed. Looks like he won’t be getting his match with Ojiro after all.
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Bakugou tried outright challenging Ojiro. Provoking him verbally. But Ojiro always acted as if his words never bothered him until Bakugou was told to quiet down by the teachers. It was infuriating.
For every exercise they had, Bakugou always tried to be Ojiro’s opponent, only for someone else to be assigned to him. And Bakugou would just sit and stare as Ojiro held back, just barely beating his opponent almost as if he had to measure how much power they had to just barely surpass them.
And then Ojiro was outed from the Sports Festival so early! It was an insult to Bakugou who blasted himself all the way to the finals. The only reason he didn’t win was that Icy Hot bastard had a contrasting quirk to him! He swore if he didn’t beat Ojiro in a fight before their next Sports Festival, he would explode. But that was a whole year away, you would think that would mean he had plenty of time. But no.
As the weeks turned into months, their class focus switched from combat to technique in the field. Less were the opportunities they were given to spar and more were they given seminars on first aid and conflict defusion. And just like that Ojiro was excelling. Quickly Bakugou went from being at the top of the class to being in the middle where Ojiro was. His grades were fantastic as always, but his practical scores were abysmal.
Bakugou felt the same fury rise within him as he watched Ojiro reach down and sweep Deku into his arms. The quirkless reject was tasked with being a disaster victim for the exercise and was laying limply, although, when Ojiro did his stupid “I’m a hero and here to save you” spiel, Deku couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Bodies don’t laugh, Midoriya.” Aizawa reminded but it wasn’t harsh.
“Right, sorry,” Deku smiled before he went limp once more.
Ojiro went back into the ‘wreckage’ and came out with 3 more victims at once. These were the ‘slightly injured’ group with various field dressings on their arms and legs. Kaminari was being held by Ojiro’s tail, which he couldn’t help but play with the fur on, Ponytail was leaning almost completely on Ojiro taking the damsel card a bit too far, and Aoyama was draped over Ojiro’s shoulder feigning weakness.
“7 victims removed in 15 minutes. Not bad, Ojiro,” Aizawa lectured looking at his tablet. “Your first aid was good but you missed some serious wounds in favor of trying to get as many people out as possible. Sometimes that’s fine if the disaster is ongoing but in a situation like this where you’re a second responder, you can spend a few more seconds being thorough.”
“Yes, sir!” Ojiro took the criticism gracefully as he sat down on the platform. A few of their classmates were wheeled off to be prepped as victims for Bakugou’s exercise. But they had to wait for it to be set up first. Bakugou watched as Kaminari lifted Ojiro’s tail and set it on his lap to sit beside him.
“Woah,” Kaminari blinked. “Your tail is super heavy! Doesn’t that bother you?”
Ojiro rolled his shoulder back with a crack. “Not that much. I’m used to it.”
Kaminari seemed to think for a second before he lifted the tail up again to hold in his arms. “How's that?”
Ojrio’s shoulders slumped slightly. “That feels good actually.”
“Dude, I can totally be your tail support!” Kaminari said excitedly. “I can support your tail for you to relax and then I can get stronger!”
They talked for a few moments more before it was Bakugou’s turn to act. His disaster zone was a bus crash teetering on the edge of a bridge construction in progress. Lacing up his boots, He used his hands to propel him into the air and near the bus. The emergency door was already open, but nobody had left. Although, there were several cries of terror from inside as the front of the bus teetered on the edge.
Stepping on, Bakugou glared at his fellow classmates turned victims. “Alright! Everybody who’s not injured raise your hands!”
Three hands raised, scattered around the bus. “You in the front!” He yelled pointing at Iida. “Get up slowly and walk back here to act as a counterbalance.
“But I can’t!” Iida’s acting voice was terrible. He sounded like he was reading off a script. Which he probably was if that was what was taped on the back of the seat in front of him. “My little sister hit her head and she won’t wake up. I can’t leave her.”
Feeling his temper rise, bakugou barked out at him. “I’ll handle her! Just get your ass up and move!”
“No!” Iida refused. “Bakugou maybe you should try-”
“Do not give assistance to the test taker, Iida,” Aizawa called out using a megaphone.
Iida ducked his head in displeasure as he read over his script. With a low growl, Bakugou lowered his voice. “Look, I can’t provide first aid if the bus falls off the bridge. You need to move back here as a counterbalance so I can help her up there. Understand?!”
With a sigh, Iida stood, gently laying Jirou down onto the bus seat as he started to slowly climb his way towards the back of the bus. Bakugou motioned for him to sit down in one of the back seats before he made his way to Jirou. She was reading the script as well but as soon as Bakugou came into vision, she closed her eyes and fell limp. Taking a small light from a pouch in his belt, he shined it into her eyes.
“Alright, Bakugou, you notice her eyes respond to the light. What do you do?” Aizawa called out again.
“Minor concussion, but should get immediate medical attention,” Bakugou grumbled as he unbuckled Jirou and carried her outside. He didn’t notice as Iida stood up and started to follow behind him. As the three of them stepped off the bus, The bus teetered again and slipped forward, daring to fall. “Dammit! Get back on the bus!” Bakugou yelled to Iida.
“I’m going with my sister!” Iida held his arms out for Jirou and Bakugou shoved her into his arms.
“Go get medical attention!” Bakugou jumped back on the bus, stabilizing it once more.
He led the other two healthy victims to sit on the very back of the bus while also moving a few injured parties as well. It was going great. And then all that was left was the driver.
Deku sat in the driver’s seat rigidly, both as an actor and for real as he stared out the window to see the large fall. Of course, Bakugou knew the bus was tethered so it wouldn’t really fall. “Alright, Deku! Get your ass up and come on!”
“I-I can’t. My leg is stuck.” Deku held a small phone-like tablet in his hand and Bakugou knew this would be his pass-or-fail moment. Crouching down, He surveyed the damage. Looking at it, Deku’s leg had plenty of space to move freely but was wrapped in a metal cage of sorts.
“I’m going to heat up the cage with my quirk. Be still so you won’t get burned, Shitty Deku,” Bakugou placed his hand on the cage and started to heat it. But Deku just had to mess it up for him. Almost when the cage was pliant enough for Bakugou to bend it away, Deku started to scream.
“It’s too hot! You’re burning me! Ow! Ow!” Deku tried to push him away And Bakugou grabbed his arm in frustration.
The chain reaction of Deku flailing and Bakugou jerking him caused the bus to tilt and teeter. But Bakugou knew if he just pried the cage away he could get them to safety fast enough that it wouldn’t matter if the bus fell. So Pressing his hand to the already hot metal, Bakugou pressed on.
It was then that the bus rattled and tilted so much so that Deku actually shouted for real. But before the bus could actually fall, It jerked to a stop.
“The bus had fallen off the bridge leaving everyone left inside and yourself to die, Bakugou. Come out and we can discuss what went wrong.” Aizawa droned.
Groaning loudly, Bakugou stomped out the back of the bus leaving Deku still inside. “I had it! I almost had it!” He yelled in frustration. “If Deku hadn’t-”
Aizawa glared at him. “We never blame the victim. Midoriya had strict instructions on how to act. One of which was to cause the bus to fall if you caused injury to him.”
“I didn’t!”
But looking back towards the bus, Bakugou saw Deku crawling out. Ojiro was there helping him out and looking at his leg worriedly. Bakugou saw a burned patch out of the civilian clothes they were given to wear. Underneath was a metallic barrier of some sort that was meant to keep Deku from actually getting burned. Turning back to Aizawa, Bakugou saw him hold a similar tablet.
This time, Bakugou could see that the screen showed a temperature gauge and it was currently in the red. “This is the threshold given to Midoriya. The temperatures you heated that metal to was enough to cause third-degree burns which is a normal situation that would cause the victim to shake so much as to cause the bus to fall.”
Long story short, Bakugou failed. And back in class, all people could talk about was how cool Ojiro was carrying 3 people out at once. Kaminari was still holding Ojiro’s tail as if he were a butler waiting on him hand and foot. Bakugou scoffed.
“Is something wrong, Bakugou,” Ponytail asked, turning her nose up at him.
“Someone’s just mad they couldn’t do the easiest rescue mission ever.” Kaminari snickered. “I mean, come on. Who tries to burn a victim?”
“Shut up, like you can do any better!” Bakugou’s face turned red.
Ponytail quirked an eyebrow. “He saved all his victims. That’s more than you can say.”
“Why I outta-!” Before Bakugou could blow up, Ojiro held a hand up.
“Come on, guys,” He said calmly. “Those exercises are tough. Half the class failed. Let’s not judge Bakugou. He’ll do better next time.”
The last thing Bakugou needed was Mr. Perfect trying to stick up for him. “Hey! I don’t need your help!”
Ojiro looked unimpressed as he rolled his eyes. He stood up, letting Kaminari drop his tail, before stretching and walking off. “Whatever Bakugou.”
“Don’t you walk away from me!”
“Kacchan just leave him alone!”
“Shut up you quirkless, Deku!”
Ojiro stopped in his tracks before whipping around. “Don’t talk to him like that.”
Sensing he was finally getting some leverage Bakugou smirked. “What, you got a crush on the Quirkless Loser or something?”
Ojiro didn’t answer but walked back until he was face to face with Bakugou, his tail thumping against the nearest desk. “Take it back.”
“Or what, you gonna make me?”
It was then Deku tried to step between them. “Guys wait, you’re going to get in trouble. Stop fighting-”
“Meet me in ground Beta after school and you’ll find out.” Ojiro threatened.
“You’re on.” Finally, Bakugou was getting the fight he wanted- no. The fight he deserved.
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Strutting onto Ground Beta as if he owned the place, Bakugou smirked. But that smirk fell quickly as he saw All Might standing beside Ojiro in the center of the cityscape.
“What’s all this, huh?” Bakugou asked knowing a setup when he saw one.
“Don’t worry, Bakugou. I’m just here to supervise seeing as how all battles on UA property have to have an adult chaperone.” All Might explained crossing his arms.
Ojiro popped his knuckles. “So are we doing this?” He was no longer in his school uniform, rather, in a weird bare version of his hero costume that left him barefoot as well. Bakugou had changed out of his school uniform as well and was instead in simple street clothes and sneakers.
“Oh yeah, we’re doing this,” He sneered. Now that he had a teacher's permission he made sure he wasn’t going to hold back. Crouching down, Bakugou took a deep breath.
“You two, go at it. Bruises and burns are on the table. If I see you attempting to break bones, I’m ending the fight and escorting you both to Nedzu, am I understood?”
Ojiro nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Bakugou scoffed. “Whatever.”
All Might walked 10 paces off to the side with a wave of his hand at the two students. Which Bakugou took as an opportunity to strike. Powering up a bast in his right hand, he reached for Ojiro. What he didn’t expect was his wrist to be grabbed and to be pulled forward. Ojiro’s knee came up and slammed into Bakugou’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him only for an elbow to crash down into his back, knocking him to the ground.
Gasping for air, Bakugou braced himself on the ground. In his peripheral, he saw Ojiro winding his foot back to kick him, but All Might’s voice from the side halted him.
“Let him get up, Ojiro.”
Ojiro hesitated but stepped back. “Yes, sir.”
Bakugou coughed as he forced his legs under him again and stood. “You, you shitty extra. I’ll end you!”
Ojiro took that to mean he was ready. Striking out, he used his tail to smack Bakugou’s legs from under him. Scrambling on top of him, Ojiro landed a punch to Bakugou’s jaw. It was a mistake as Bakugou reached up and let an explosion burst right in Ojiro’s face.
Spluttering, Ojiro stepped back and allowed Bakugou to get to his feet once more. Spitting blood off to the side Bakugou smirked. “I can use my quirk without holding back. Why don’t you?”
“Because it would kill you,” Ojiro said and as an example, he slammed his tail into the ground causing a shockwave of energy to shake the ground under Bakugou’s feet and unbalance him.
He stomped over and shoved Bakugou by his shoulders, sending him sprawling to the ground. “I demolished a building my first week here. You think you can meet me in a battle of quirks?”
Using blasts from his hands to push him back up, Bakugou swung a fiery fist towards Ojiro’s face only to be smacked away by his tail. He tried to counter with his left hand but Ojiro caught it and sent another punch into his stomach. While Bakugou was discombobulated, Ojiro dragged him over to one of the barren buildings and set him in front of it. “Watch this.” Ojiro sneered as he swung his tail and sent the building crumbling into the next one. Any slab of concrete that fell down towards them was met with his tail and demolished in a shower of dust.
“I can do that too, you think you’re so special? You think you’re so powerful you can hold back?” Bakugou stood up again. “You’re not as special as you think you are.”
Something in Ojiro’s face seemed to flash before he was tackling Bakugou to the ground with the full force of his body. Bakugou’s attempt to reach for his face again was swatted away by Ojiro’s tail with more force than necessary. “Why can’t you understand? Quirks aren’t toys .”
Bakugou opened his mouth but Ojiro covered it. “No, you listen now.” He sneered getting really close to Bakugou’s face. “Do you not understand that I am trained in multiple forms of martial arts, I have an extra appendage, and I can level a building with one blow…what in the world makes you think you can beat me in a fight?”
Whatever response Bakugou would give was drowned out by All Might stepping up. “He’s right, Bakugou. Quirks are not toys. It’s not heroic to constantly try to provoke your fellow hero in training in a fight because you feel they are holding back. It’s good to hold back. Do you think I fight every villain I come across with 100% of my power?”
Bakugou shook his head as best as he could.
“Right. I don’t. But that being said it doesn’t mean I don’t put in 100% of my effort into every battle I’m in.”
Bakugou was blindsided by the punch that came across his face. “That’s for quirkless people.” Ojiro hissed as he stood up harshly and aimed a halfhearted kick to Bakugou’s side. “And that’s for everyone else.”
All Might swooped in then and grabbed Ojiro gently by his upper arm. “That’s enough Ojiro. He learned his lesson. Go take a walk and blow off steam.”
Ojiro didn’t verbally respond but he started to walk off towards the school, shoulders heaving as he took in rough breaths. Bakugou found himself being raised up by his shirt and planted on his feet. All Might dusted him off as best as he could manage before Bakugou pushed his hands away. “I’m fine.” He spat, wiping the blood dripping from his lips.
“Let’s take you to Recovery Girl-” All Might’s hand had fallen to Bakugou’s back, but Bakugou shrugged him off.
“No. It’s fine. I’m fine. I don’t need Recovery Girl.” Bakugou looked down at his feet before walking towards the exit.
“Young Bakugou, one of the reasons why I allowed this battle to occur was because you would be on school property and have access to healing when it was finished.” All Might followed along behind him easily. “Also…I may not have told Aizawa about this. As your homeroom teacher, he should have been the one to supervise…”
Bakugou paused then and turned slowly. “So…you want me to go to Recovery Girl to save you from getting in trouble with Aizawa?” He smirked. “If I go into class tomorrow with my face all busted up you’ll be reprimanded.”
All Might’s smile seemed a bit more forced. “In a way…But I do also want to make sure Ojiro didn’t do more damage than he intended.”
Bakugou turned back then, standing at All Might’s side. “I don’t know, it seemed like he intended to do a lot of damage.” Bakugou motioned to his bleeding lip.
All Might’s hand returned to his shoulder and started to lead him towards the nurse’s office. “All in the heat of the moment. I’m sure he’ll feel terrible about it tomorrow.”
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Ojiro did feel terrible about it tomorrow.
Waking up the next morning left him feeling so much dread, that he almost didn’t get out of bed. That is until Yosa barged into his room bright and early.
“Midoriya told me you fought Bakugou for calling him quirkless! Why didn’t you tell me- Oh gods.” Yosa trailed off. Ojiro imagined Bakugou’s blast did a number on him if the tenderness of his face was any indication. “You need to see Recovery Girl ASAP. You can’t go into class like that!”
The only reason Ojiro got out of bed that morning was that Yosa forced him to. Yosa practically pushed him all the way to UA and into Recovery Girl’s office with which the woman gave him a stern talking to but healed his face. Meanwhile, Ojiro explained what happened in his own words to Yosa
“Now, my quirk can’t make hair grow back so that eyebrow is just going to have to grow in on its own again, but it shouldn’t take long. Now get to class and stay out of trouble!” She demanded.
Walking into class, Ojiro couldn’t help but look out for Bakugou. Half of him was expecting to see Bakugou’s face a bruised mess, but when he locked eyes with the stoic student, it was completely fine. Ojiro ignored his friends trying to call him over in favor of walking up to Bakugou.
“Hey…I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have lost my temper.” He apologized with a small bow. “And I hope you can forgive me-”
“Oh get over it. I deserved it for being a quirkist asshole.” Bakugou muttered. “I wouldn’t have even gone to Recovery Girl if All Might hadn’t told me he’d get in trouble for it.”
That confused Ojiro seeing as how All Might assured him that Aizawa wouldn’t care if they fought under his supervision as long as it wasn’t too harsh. It was strange. But even so, Ojiro offered to tutor or assist Bakugou in a future assignment should he need it as recompense.
“Whatever, don’t expect me to apologize to Deku, though.” Bakugou scoffed.
Ojiro took it for what it was worth and finally walked over to his friends. Kaminari took up holding his tail, petting the fur at the tip while Midoriya surveyed his face. “Your eyebrow is almost missing.” He observed.
“Yeah, Bakugou got a good shot in. But he had it worse than me. Recovery Girl fixed us both up.” Ojiro summarized. He didn’t expect to be pulled into a hug by Midoriya immediately after.
“You didn’t have to do that for me.” He said shakily.
Ojiro wrapped his arms around him gently. “It’s about time someone did.” He sighed. “It’s about time someone did.”
Just then the door to the classroom sprang open and everyone scrambled to their seats as Aizawa shuffled in with his sleeping bag thrown over a shoulder. “Change in plans, students. We are not going to delve into the concept of quirk evolution today.”
A few people around the class groaned, having actually looked forward to it. “We are instead going to be watching some recorded footage.”
He walked over to the board and pulled down the projector screen. As he did so he gave a wide look over the entire class, his eyes settled on both Ojiro and Bakugou the longest. Ojiro cursed under his breath. He knew.
“Some of you may be asking, ‘Mr. Aizawa, what footage could possibly be so important that it derails the curriculum you spent hours planning?’” He dropped his sleeping bag behind his desk and glared at the class. “To that, I answer a question, with a question…”
Everyone sat statue still in fear of incurring the man’s wrath. Ojiro didn’t have to fear, he already had it. “Did you know, that nothing happens on the campus without my knowledge? Nothing. And those who think they can pull one over on me will find…I am not above a little bit of public humiliation. ”
Ojiro ducked his head down feeling eyes on him and embarrassment flood his face. “So we will begin a video segment I like to call… ’Quirks Are Not Toys’. Take notes. There will be a pop quiz about this after.”
The projector turned on and displayed the thumbnail of security camera footage. The footage itself seemed to capture them right at the moment Bakugou appAroached. “Ojiro! Head up. Now. You will have an essay due at the end of this week. Bakugou. You as well.”
“Yes, sir.” Ojiro nodded immediately.
“Whatever.” Bakugou groaned, face as red as a tomato.
The video started and so did Ojiro’s torture. Maybe he should get Aizawa a gift basket as an apology?