The Run in
Haruko honestly couldn't understand why Bakugou made his heart flutter a bit every time he heard him scream through the halls, or in the dorm. Self preservation advised him to let go and find someone a little less.... deadly.
Bakugou's personallity wasn't what drew him in, but rather how impressive he could be with his quirk. Haruko had been glued to the TV while watching the Sports Festival last year, absolutely blown away by the preformance of the first years. But Bakugou caught his eye each fight. He had such a headstrong approach to everything he did even if it wasn't the best idea.
Every battle Bakugou was in was full of explosions, and it always kept him on the edge of his seat. And so, ever since then, Haruko was anxious to meet the person that he had looked up to, and part of the reason he decided on applying to UA. But thinking of talking to Bakugou and actually getting the guts to do it were two totally different things. Haruko just coulnd't bring himself to do it. He would be cursed out, or burned. Probably both.
Having left lunch a bit later than he inended, Haruko was moving without giving any thought to where he was going. And for the most part he was successful. Until he wasn't.
"Fuck!"
Haruko rammed his left shoulder into a classmate, which threw him off his balance. He cursed as he hit the floor and quickly looked up to apologize to his victim.
It was Bakugou.
The color drained from his face as he stared up at Bakugou, trying to fumble out some sort of apology.