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Bombing King. Lit Queen.

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“Now DIE!”

The ice shattered into miniscule pieces and crumbled to the floor. The explosion wasn’t his most powerful, Bakugo knew that, but being able to let go a bit after dealing with those brats was nearly ecstasy. The sound alone brought his shoulders down in a sense of relaxation, not to mention getting the opportunity to destroy Icy-Hot’s creation. He shook his mess of hair and shot another blast at the last remaining block of ice.

One of the kids had a quirk that would clean up the rest, and the blow-hole from Shiketsu was passing out brooms. Good. His work was done.

He took a deep breath and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. Where did those brats put his grenades? It didn’t take him long to track them down, and with looks that differed from the start of the babysitting session, the class handed them over. He put them back on, still leaving them unlatched.

As he did so, he noticed the girl from Shiketsu staring at him.

He paused what he was doing and let out an annoyed growl. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer.”

She tilted her head. “OMG, really? Thx, bro.” Pulling out her phone, she snapped a quick picture of him.

Bakugo furrowed his brows. She actually took a fucking picture. “Are you fucking serious?”

She brushed her hair to the side and waved. “You’re a dime.”

The compliment took him by surprise—a feat only accomplished by the continued stupidity of the three stooges of class 1-A—but before he could say more, she was gone, and he was being summoned by Todoroki.

“C’mon. It’s time to go.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Icy-Hot,” he snarled and stomped off.

Gang Orca and tiredfucks-McGee were giving their final speech about the training, though Bakugo didn’t listen too much. Not that he didn’t care, but they passed the nanny test; next time, he would be back in the normal classes, and that was all that mattered.

Once again, his gaze fell on the girl. She gave him a quick smile, and he grit his teeth and looked the other way. The hell was her problem? Why was everyone so annoying?

As they were finally able to leave—blow-hole bowing one hundred times for something moronic—the girl approached him.

“Hey, Bakugo!”

He growled, “What? That picture wasn’t enough for—”

“Give me your number.” She held out her phone, awaiting his number.

Without thinking, he scoffed. “Tch. What? Why should I?”

“Today was mad lit. We should totally hang out again.” He could tell she was absolutely sincere.

For a split second, he thought about her quirk, and the illusion she had created, and a slick smile spread across his features. In truth, she was hilarious; even he would admit that.

Her smile copied his and widened.

His expression must’ve been that of confusion because she added, “I like you, fam!”

Bakugo wouldn’t let it show, but it had been a while (his thoughts wandered back to Kirishima and the extras that followed him around) since he had heard it. “Fine.” He snatched her phone and typed in his number. “But it’s only to get you off my back.”

As he handed back her phone, the realization of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, and his face flushed. “Er… yeah…”

“Sick.” She texted faster than he’d seen anyone before. “Now you have my number. Hit me up sometime.”

For the first time in awhile, Bakugo didn’t know what to say. The flush on his visage died down some as she walked off. Shaking his head, he turned around on his heel only to find Todoroki standing behind him with a smug look on his face.

The heat fired up again on the back of his neck. He narrowed his eyes. “Shut up, Icy-Hot. I’ll kill you,” he muttered and shoved past him.

“I didn’t say anything,” Todoroki said.

“Let’s go!” he shouted, stalking towards Present Mic and All Might.


[unknown number, 01:23]: hey fam u still up
[unknown number, 01:24]: bakubroooooooooooooooooooo
[unknown number, 01:25]: lmao u old man
[unknown number, 01:35]: zzzzzzzz


A hard pounding on the door pulled him from his sleep. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair before slumping out of bed. The small fire of unadulterated rage ignited a notch when he came to. In an instant, Bakugo closed the gap to the door and whipped it open, a scowl on his face.

“Whoa,” Kirishima said, letting out a laugh. “I’ll never get used to that. It’s noon… thought you might be up. Since it’s Saturday, we should go hit the gym, unless your training was enough yesterday...”

Bakugo’s stomach answered before him, and he looked down with a yawn. “Wake me up again, shitty hair, and I’ll blast you into fucking space.” His phone buzzed from behind him. He glanced back and tried to see who else was being so annoying this morning. “We’ll go in an hour.”

“Ah, you are funny.” Kirishima barked out another laugh. “See you out front then, sleepyhead.”

“Don’t push it,” he growled and shut the door, leaning against it.

His phone buzzed again, the blue light illuminating the dark room. “Who the fuck is blowing up my phone?”

Grabbing it off the side table, he saw an unknown number that had texted multiple times throughout the night. He took a quick second to decode them; the ‘fam’ gave it away. It’s that stupid girl… what was she doing up at fucking one in the morning? The way she texted only bristled him further, and he briefly wondered how hard it was to text normally.

He pressed ‘add contacts’, typed in ‘fam girl’ and shot her a text.

[bakugo]: bakubro?

Rifling through the clothes scattered around his floor, he smell checked everything until he found something clean and threw it on. In the meantime, his phone buzzed twice.

[fam girl]: bakugo+bro
[fam girl]: wut u up 2?

“Well, obviously,” he said aloud when he read it. “Fucking hell… she’s a moron.”

He hesitated a second, debating on responding again. His thumb hovered over the keyboard when another text notification vibrated his phone. Why is she so fucking impatient?

[fam girl]: wut ur sc?

He raised a brow. “The fuck does ‘sc’ mean?” Glad no one was around him, a prickle of annoyance itched in his mind as he opened up a browser and typed in ‘sc’. It wasn’t his fault she was incoherent. He scrolled down the options until he reached Urban Diction and clicked the link.
“Snapchat… She wants my fucking snapchat.” He rolled his eyes.

[bakugo]: no

Truth be told, he didn’t have one, but she didn’t need to know that. She was already becoming clingy, like the extras. Bakugo tossed his phone in his gym shorts and headed towards the front.


Bakugo lowered his chin and let out an annoyed growl, bringing the weights to his chest with more vigor.


A curse slipped out between reps as he over-focused on the workout.


“Dude, who the hell is blowing up your phone right now?” Kirishima had finished his set and had been trying to locate the source of the noise.

Bakugo dropped the weights with a grunt and whipped out his phone from his pocket. “Some dumb girl from Shiketsu.”

Kirishima’s ever-present grin widened to an impossible degree. “That’s my man. What’s her name?” The smugness radiating from him mixed with another notification from his phone nearly sent Bakugo into a fit.

“It’s not like that!” he spat and opened up her messages.
Kirishima held up his hands. “I’m not saying it is any way.”

[fam girl]: no like n o or with a k?
[fam girl]: omg u r not on sc
[fam girl]: i searched
[fam girl]: how can u not b on sc
[fam girl]: get sc bakubro
[fam girl]: add me rn

Kirishima leaned in and read the texts over Bakugo’s shoulder. “Yeah, get a snapchat, Bakubro...”

He trailed off as Bakugo turned on him. “Shut up! You understand this psychobabble?”

Kirishima scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, you don’t?”

“Don’t look down on me!” He grit his teeth.

“Chill out. Just get the app and add her.”
His phone vibrated again, and the two looked down.

[fam girl]: i just added icyhot

“Damn,” Kirishima said, “Todoroki is making a move on your gir—”

“She’s not my anything!” As his shout reverberated around the room, Bakugo flipped to the app store and downloaded snapchat. “This is so annoying.” He grumbled as the app installed, refusing to look at Kirishima.

“Wipe that idiotic look off your face.” Even as Bakugo said it, he knew it had no effect. “I’m just going to see—”

“Is she cute?”

He stopped, the back of his neck burning a touch. “She’s all right.” Whether it was the room or the conversation, Bakugo felt the heat and decided he needed some space. “I’m done here.”

“You have to choose a username.” Kirishima was still focused on the phone, which prompted him to enter that and a password.

Without a second thought, Bakugo typed in bakusatsuo and an easy password. “There.”

Kirishima pulled his own phone from his pocket. “Welcome to modern times. Added you.”

The notification popped up that red_kiri_riot had added him. He snorted at the name and shook his head before accepting the request. He didn’t even know why he was doing this. It all seemed so—“This is stupid. Don’t spam me with your shit all day.”

Kirishima clapped him on the back. “Dude, tell her your username, and let’s go get some lunch.”

He hesitated. Is this really what he wanted? To have some crazy girl snapchatting him all day?
His thumb moved to his messages.

[bakugo]: bakusatsuo. Don’t make me regret this.
[fam girl]: sick


“If you run there, you’ll exhaust yourself.”

The tone in Icy-Hot’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Bakugo’s pace could hardly be called running, but he was considering a light jog just to put some more distance between the two of them.

At least Aizawa was with them this time.

“Shut up, Icy-Hot”—irritation laced his tone—“I could do this all day and not get exhausted. I’m not weak, like you.”


Bakugo could feel his quirk being erased from behind him. It was a sensation he couldn’t explain too well. He just knew if he tried to shoot off an explosion, he wouldn’t be able.

Aizawa continued, “I’m not in the mood for this today.”

He glanced back, catching Todoroki’s eye. His features had softened as of late, but there was still some fire there. Good. He wouldn’t lose.

“Icy-Hot! Bakubro! Hey!”

“Camie, don’t be so familiar with them. They are our rivals.”

Bakugo smirked when he saw Meatball. It was always a bit entertaining, albeit annoying, to watch the guy get upset about every little thing.

“Chill out, Seiji. We’re, like, friends!” She waved at both boys. Todoroki gave her a half smile, not commenting on her borrowing of the nickname Icy-Hot.

Blowhole was a step behind them, though not for long. He shoved his way to Icy-Hot’s side and began spouting some bullshit about an ultimate move, or Endeavor, or something…

A phone pushed in front of his face, and Camie was at his side, snapping a picture. Bakugo pulled a face just in time. “Hi, fam. They said I could join the classes—something about needing heroes and such.”

“Unbelievable.” He hunched his shoulders. She was nearly as annoying in person as she was on snapchat.

“I know, right? So legit.” She posted the picture as the day’s instructor—the somnambulist—joined them.

He was as tired as usual, maybe more. Bakugo didn’t pay much attention to him anymore. “Right. So… today is going to be focused on rescue procedures, since that’s the area where you need the most work…”

Camie inched closer to him. There was a change in the area of his peripheral, and he gazed that direction. There, he caught sight of an illusion of their instructor as a zombie, droning on and on, literally talking his jaw off.

Despite himself, Bakugo laughed, a smile spreading across his face. Even though she was constantly snapchatting him, she was funny—and he hadn’t laughed like this in a while.

She leaned into his ear. “You should smile more; it’s V sexy.”