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Katsuki Bakugo knew better than most that teenagers were stupid.
Being a student at UA, the most prestigious educational institution in Japan, most would assure that the pupils would be at least slightly responsible, right?
They would be sorely mistaken.
Ever since moving to the dorms, Bakugo had learnt more about his classmates than he would have liked to. Everyone already know Sero was a stoner, but what they didn't know was that he had broken the fucking smoke detector in his room to light up a joint every morning. (S, how did he survive the room inspections?)
Everyone knew Uraraka and Tsuyu ("call me Tsu!!") snuck out every Saturday night to hit up the local bars and chance their way into getting a few free drinks. All the bartenders knew who they were, yet kept their mouths shut.
Everyone knew Mina threw surprisingly big parties in her room every Friday, with a surprising amount of people and a surprising amount of alcohol. Whenever anyone asked her how she got this alcohol once a week every week, she winked and said "a magician never reveals her secrets!"
Honestly, UA was more or less the same as other schools, student wise, anyways. They were all irresponsible little shits who snuck out to drink in a field. Really, the only "UA worthy" students were Iida Tenya and… wait no. that's it. It's only Iida.
Now, Bakugo would not consider himself a bad student, not in the slightest. He never got below a 90 on his tests, turned in his homework on time, listened during class, the whole deal. Yet, everyone needed a fix, right? That's what he told himself in his head, he was just the same as the rest of his classmates. He just needed something to take the edge off every once and a while. Even though he didn't get a hit anymore, it was better than going through withdrawals.
He wasn't stupid, he knew he was addicted, or bordering on it. He knew nicotine was a bad substance to get hooked on, yet he found himself standing outside the vape shop with Deku, as the other lit up a cigarette.
At least cigarettes looked cool, that was one positive, alongside the rush. Vaping was the most degenerate thing he could do. He really couldn't be bothered to go all the way to the roof every time he wanted a hit, and vapes were basically odorless, so there was no real competition there.
"So, how much will it put me back?" he asked Deku, as he finished his cig. The green haired boy shrugged, glancing over at him.
"I'm not sure, I don't buy them that often. Probably around 1500 yen."
That was a lie. Bakugo went to visit this exact shop every week with Deku. He was on a first name basis with the shop owners. Bakugou scoffed, and Deku gave him a look, like a sopping wet cat.
"Kacchann, don't laugh at me! I pay with card so i don't check the cost to be honest"
Bakugo sighed and pulled out his dead vape, looking at the juice left, or lack thereof. Yea, he was gonna have to take a trip there whether he wanted to or not. Fuck, the thing had been tasting like straight metal for months. He would mourn it once it was gone, it had lasted him well.
He took a deep breath in, and opened the shop doors. The worker looked at him with recognition, a flicker of excitement running through her face.
"Oi! You are Bakugo Katsuki, aren't you not? You won the sports festival!" he sighed inwardly, so she would know he was underage, fuck. The legal smoking age is 20, and he is well under that number.
"Yea… thats me.." he chuckled awkwardly, he would try to be as nice as he could to still get what he needs.
"Here, what do you want? It's on the house - you have been such an inspiration for my son." His eyes widened. She had to know he was a first year in high school, and she was just offering?! That had made his day.
He walked out the shop with a mango vape and a smile on his face.
"Deku! You are never gonna believe this."
The next day in school, even though it was a monday, he was in a good mood. I mean, he had got a full vape for no cost! When they got back to the dorms he and deku watched old All Might cartoon reruns until 11, then did homework in the common room, as it was free.
He liked it when the common room was free, as he didn't have to put on a sow in front of his classmates. He enjoyed being in a class with them (never tell shitty hair or dunceface he said that.) but social interaction with anyone other than deku got overwhelming after a while. It didn't help that they were around each other almost 24/7.
Everyone in class 1A noticed his weirdly positive mood. Not Sero though. The guy was too stoned to see what was in front of him.
"Dude, what's up with you today. You are like, weirdly calm. It's scaring me." shitty hair joked, running a hand around his shoulders. Bakugou shoved the guy off of him.
"What?! Hah?! Would ya rather me explode you're fucking face off, cuz i can do that!!"
Shitty hair giggled, "Sure you will, buddy."
The days were stressful as all days in UA are. This one was particularly tough. It was probably because he came in in a good mood and every little thing slowly chipped away at it until all that was left was a tired husk of a human.
He loved UA, he really did, it was just… a lot. Every day they learnt the same amount normal high schoolers would in a month. No wonder Sero is high all the time. Better than being stressed all the time.
When he got back to the dorm room, he fell straight asleep. Fuck, he had so much to do, and he just fell straight to sleep. No wonder he feels so far behind all the time.
When he woke up, Deku was in the room with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"What made you so happy." he slurred, too tired to speak properly.
From his bright yellow backpack, Midoriya, his childhood best friend and savior, pulled out 700 ml of vodka and two energy drinks.
"Wanna take a trip to the roof?"
Asking for a trip to the roof was their way of asking if the other wanted to do something that couldn't be done inside. Only god knows how many joints have been split, how many beers have been drank, how many cigarettes split on that roof.
Once they got to the roof, Deku put a caring hand on Bakugo's cheek, "bad day, eh?"
Bakugou let out a sigh, before taking a sip of his energy drink-vodka concoction, "I'm supposed to be the best."
Deku nodded, "Don't worry, i get it."
And Bakugo knew. Knew that deku was telling the truth, that he really did get it. They were meant to be the best of the best, and set here they were, smoking and drinking on a roof at three in the morning.
God, Aizawa would kill the lot of class 1A, if he found out they really were stupid teenagers.