number one

I'm gonna be the best. Nobody's gonna get in my way!

[a-shinsou]

ua-kacchan‌:

“Oh. You.” Bakugou lowers his brows but doesn’t offer any more response than that, simply because there isn’t much else he can say. Though, admittedly, he is a bit surprised, as he doesn’t believe he’s seen Shinsou here before  — but that’s a thought he chooses not to voice aloud.

It’s quiet for a moment, and Bakugou scrambles his brain a bit desperately, vying for something to say next. He could continue his training as if Shinsou isn’t here but his subconscious is stubbornly set on doing the opposite, frustrated that what would normally be considered his ‘alone time’ has been interrupted.

Eventually he places his water bottle back down and says, “Well, I’m not just gonna stand here dawdling all day.” It’s obvious, really, but at this point he’s speaking without thinking. “Do what you want.”

He whirls around, unable to help the pout on his face. It’s a bit awkward now, honestly, but he can’t think of what else to say. He isn’t exactly an expert at social interactions, and Shinsou isn’t the type of person he’d ever see himself being friendly with, either. Unless…

He hunches his shoulders and speaks again, albeit with his back turned. “If you don’t have anything else planned, might as well make yourself useful and spar with me.”

Shinsou watches Bakugou struggle to talk to him with a vague sort of amusement. When Bakugou finally coughs up an offer though, all of that amusement washes away and Shinsou is launched right back into feeling on edge.

Bakugou… is one of the top students at the school for a reason. As much as Shinsou loathes to admit it, he’s a good fighter even if he’s got about as much charm as a piece of gum stuck in your hair. He’s almost kind of thankful that he’s avoided having to spar with Bakugou at any point before, especially now that practically everyone knows his quirk and Shinsou has lost the slight advantage he had against the blonde.

His eyes narrow as he shifts his weight back and forth. How to turn down the offer… He grits his teeth, his hand absently rubbing at his neck as he thinks of his options.

He came here to get his frustration out and going back to wallow in his room would be the exact opposite of that.

“Sure…” His voice trails off, eyes drifting down to Bakugou’s hands. “Quirks or no quirks?”

[ua-kacchan]

Bakugou half expects Shinsou to refuse right off the bat. Which is why, at the quiet acceptance, he spins around abruptly and regards Shinsou with a cautious look. Jeez, he thinks, I can never tell what that guy is thinking.

Regardless, Bakugou isn’t one to squander the opportunity for a good spar. Secretly he feels a bit excited. Though to a less intense degree, he wants to see what Shinsou is like in action. If he’s going to be the best he needs to get to know his competition.

Yet, he’s not nearly stupid enough to look down on Shinsou —at least, he isn’t anymore. In the time since arriving at U.A. Bakugou’s grown more careful, keenly aware of his fellow students and how they each possess their own unique skills. The fun of the challenge, he thinks, is deciphering their weaknesses, using them to his benefit and claiming victory in the end.

Thus, even if this is just a spar... Well, Bakugou doesn’t have any intention of losing.

He considers Shinsou’s query for several seconds, then answers, “No quirks, for now.” A small grin tugs at his lips. “I wanna see how good you are with your fists.”

[a-shinsou]

ua-kacchan‌:

As he has every single day this week, Bakugou is training alone again.

Not that he’s complaining, of course⁠—he prefers being by himself when he’s at the training grounds, enveloped by only blissful seclusion and his own racing thoughts as he trains for sometimes hours on end, unable to stop until his muscles ache and it feels like he can’t move anymore. He welcomes the pain.

Today, as always, his mind is set in an unrelenting mantra of Must be better, must get stronger, and he grits his teeth as he hits the punching bag before him in a practiced rhythm.

After some time he can feel exhaustion begin to creep up on him but he ignores it, not wanting to stop yet. With all that has happened, all the uncertainty the future holds, he refuses to pause, if even for a moment. He’ll never become the hero he dreams of being if he does.

Eventually, however, he does stop, just for a moment. He reaches down to grab his water and take a sip. Distinctly, he can hear the faint sound of footsteps. Someone entering the area.

“Hey,” he says, slightly irritated at the thought he won’t be alone anymore. “Who’s there?”

[@ua-shinsou]

Shinsou isn’t really thinking, hasn’t been thinking, as he walks to the training grounds. Or, well, it’s more like he’s been thinking too much, thoughts rushing past in a whirlwind that he surrenders himself too easily as frustration eats away at him from the inside, slowly tearing through his insides and making it’s way to the surface.

Maybe, if he wasn’t so caught up in his own thoughts he would’ve heard the sounds of someone else training but it’s not until someone is calling out to him that he stops in his tracks, taking a moment to try and remember who the voice belongs to. When he finally does remember, it’s almost as if his blood turns into ice and really, there’s no good reason for him to be reacting the way that he is because Bakugou Katsuki isn’t that bad.

Well, he seems like he could be pretty bad, but Shinsou’s also dealt with way worse than the harsh, angry honesty that Bakugou serves out like it’s the only way the blonde can ever communicate anything.

Slowly, steps a little lighter and nearly silent, Shinsou creeps closer to Bakugou and stops again once he’s in the blonde’s line of sight. His shoulders are just one nervous twitch away from being bunched up around his ears but his hands are shoved rather casually into his pockets, tired eyes gazing around the area as a way to avoid looking directly at the blonde.

“Just me.” He says and, for a moment, considers asking if Bakugou can even remember his name but deciding that asking something like that probably would just make him angry, or well, angrier. “Didn’t know you were going to be here.”

[ua-kacchan]

“Oh. You.” Bakugou lowers his brows but doesn’t offer any more response than that, simply because there isn’t much else he can say. Though, admittedly, he is a bit surprised, as he doesn’t believe he’s seen Shinsou here before  — but that’s a thought he chooses not to voice aloud.

It’s quiet for a moment, and Bakugou scrambles his brain a bit desperately, vying for something to say next. He could continue his training as if Shinsou isn’t here but his subconscious is stubbornly set on doing the opposite, frustrated that what would normally be considered his ‘alone time’ has been interrupted.

Eventually he places his water bottle back down and says, “Well, I’m not just gonna stand here dawdling all day.” It’s obvious, really, but at this point he’s speaking without thinking. “Do what you want.”

He whirls around, unable to help the pout on his face. It’s a bit awkward now, honestly, but he can’t think of what else to say. He isn’t exactly an expert at social interactions, and Shinsou isn’t the type of person he’d ever see himself being friendly with, either. Unless...

He hunches his shoulders and speaks again, albeit with his back turned. “If you don’t have anything else planned, might as well make yourself useful and spar with me.”

[ua-kacchan]

As he has every single day this week, Bakugou is training alone again.

Not that he’s complaining, of course⁠—he prefers being by himself when he’s at the training grounds, enveloped by only blissful seclusion and his own racing thoughts as he trains for sometimes hours on end, unable to stop until his muscles ache and it feels like he can’t move anymore. He welcomes the pain.

Today, as always, his mind is set in an unrelenting mantra of Must be better, must get stronger, and he grits his teeth as he hits the punching bag before him in a practiced rhythm.

After some time he can feel exhaustion begin to creep up on him but he ignores it, not wanting to stop yet. With all that has happened, all the uncertainty the future holds, he refuses to pause, if even for a moment. He’ll never become the hero he dreams of being if he does.

Eventually, however, he does stop, just for a moment. He reaches down to grab his water and take a sip. Distinctly, he can hear the faint sound of footsteps. Someone entering the area.

“Hey,” he says, slightly irritated at the thought he won’t be alone anymore. “Who’s there?”

[@ua-shinsou]

[ua-shirakumo]

~(Jan 21)

[ua-shirakumo]

ua-kacchan‌:

Of course, Bakugou isn’t an idiot. He keeps an eye on Shirakumo at all times, wary to the thoughtful expression on his face, wary to how he can act so casual for someone who’s just broken into the dorms. He’s acting like he belongs here, Bakugou thinks, but perishes the thought.

Though, Shirakumo looks to be around his age. The idea of him being another one of those alternates isn’t an impossible one, but… an alternate of whom? Bakugou’s never met anyone with that name before, his inability to remember most names aside.

And again… He mentions the name of someone Bakugou doesn’t know. It’s why he stops in his tracks, turning on his heels and fixing Shirakumo with a suspicious look. “Shouta? Who the hell is that?”

He remains mindful, regardless, of the phone still in his pocket. Hopefully the operator on the other side of the line would have realized something is off by now…

Shouta. That’s a common name… Unless…

Bakugou furrows his brow. “Why’re you calling sensei that?”

“Sensei? No, I’m not talking about one of the teachers-”

Weird little mix-up, but it’s not too strange. Shouta is a common name, after all, and it’s not like he has the entire staff of the school memorized. 

“I’m talking about a student- Aizawa Shouta? He’s about… yaaaaaaay high?” He gestures, waving a hand around in the air right in front of Bakugou’s face in an approximation of his best friend’s height. “Black hair, kinda gloomy? But like in that really adorable way where you can’t help but wannna squish him? You can’t miss that squishable energy anywhere.”

He glances around, frowning. “I’m really, like-” 

He doesn’t really understand it, but there’s this feeling of dread that starts to fill him slowly, spreading through him like a dark fog. “I really gotta find him, like, now…”

His frown deepen before he brightens again, giving Bakugou a little wave as he starts to turn to go. “Uh- Thanks for your help, I think I’m just gonna try and track him down myself, but thanks-!”

[ua-kacchan]

“Hey, wait a minute—”

Without much thought Bakugou darts out his hand and grabs Shirakumo’s arm, stopping him in his tracks. He has no idea what to say, still in a state of shock, but he can’t just let Shirakumo wander off on his own all the same. No, that would be too risky.

He thinks. He thinks, hard. It’s obvious this guy isn’t gonna give up until he finds Sensei, that much is obvious, but.. Bakugou squints, looking him over once more. He definitely doesn’t seem malicious...but isn’t that what a potential villain would want him to think?

Still, he could be misunderstanding. It would be rash of him to dismiss the possibility of Shirakumo simply being another alternate. And there also stands the fact that Aizawa is extremely strong, and the police should be arriving on campus soon regardless.

“Alright, fine,” he conceds eventually, releasing his vice grip on Shirakumo’s arm. “I know where he is, yeah. I can just take you there.”

[ua-kacchan]

What’s your favorite curse word?

What kinda fuckin' kid do you take me for?

[ua-shirakumo]

~(Jan 21)

[ua-shirakumo]

ua-kacchan‌:

“It’s on the couch,” Bakugou replies rather curtly, keeping an eye on Shirakumo through his peripheral as he walks over to the couch, lifting his bag.

He lowers it and moves to put his books back inside, but not without swiftly pocketing his phone, making the slight movement as inconspicuous as possible. His thumb robotically reaches for the emergency call button and hits it quickly.

Then he slings his bag over his shoulder and walks back over, motioning with a tilt of his head for Shirakumo to follow him. “Well, obviously, this is the common area,” he says, suppressing the venom he can feel building in his throat. “The kitchen’s over this way.”

He thinks, for a moment, on whether or not he should give out his name; but if an intruder is trying to break into U.A. they would know his name already, anyway. “Bakugou Katsuki.”

He hopes the police over the line can hear him. Twenty minutes and this will be over, he thinks, more as reassurance than affirmation.

“Cool, cool…”

Shirakumo is thoughtful as he looks, mind moving at a thousand miles a minute. The place is nice, it really is. Very cozy common area, and the kitchen was pretty clean and compact. The whole place reeked of money too, it’s expensive and beautifully designed.

And it’s… weird.

Is this really the UA he knows?

He frowns to himself, completely lost. How can this big huge building - well, several of these buildings, from what he saw of the campus, just suddenly pop up out of nowhere? Did someone’s quirk do this? Was it possible he missed a whole ass renovation in the span of a couple of… hours? And what even happened?

He’d… just been on a mission… right? He’d been out at his internship, and then there was a villain that appeared and then-

Shirakumo winces. His hand slaps to his temple as he grimaces with some sort of intense pain. What…

He pulls his hand away, almost expecting to see his palm painted with blood, faltering as it instead comes away clean. “…”

He glances up towards Bakugou again. “Hey… uh, Bakugou… You have any clue where I could maybe find Shouta? Loving the tour, though, really, just kinda… trying to figure something out?”

[ua-kacchan]

Of course, Bakugou isn’t an idiot. He keeps an eye on Shirakumo at all times, wary to the thoughtful expression on his face, wary to how he can act so casual for someone who’s just broken into the dorms. He’s acting like he belongs here, Bakugou thinks, but perishes the thought.

Though, Shirakumo looks to be around his age. The idea of him being another one of those alternates isn’t an impossible one, but... an alternate of whom? Bakugou’s never met anyone with that name before, his inability to remember most names aside.

And again... He mentions the name of someone Bakugou doesn’t know. It’s why he stops in his tracks, turning on his heels and fixing Shirakumo with a suspicious look. “Shouta? Who the hell is that?”

He remains mindful, regardless, of the phone still in his pocket. Hopefully the operator on the other side of the line would have realized something is off by now...

Shouta. That’s a common name... Unless...

Bakugou furrows his brow. “Why’re you calling sensei that?”

[ua-shirakumo]

~(Jan 21)

[ua-shirakumo]

ua-kacchan‌:

Bakugou doesn’t relax, but he doesn’t make any further moves, either. Rather he remains planted in a defensive position, eyes fixed on Shirakumo as he thinks over how he should proceed.

A villain? he thinks, because he’s still on edge. Then he consider the less terrible option. Or… one of those alternates? He certainly can’t sense any animosity coming off this person but, all the same, he isn’t planning on throwing all caution to the wind. I should restrain him somehow, make sure he doesn’t try anything funny…

He could also call for his classmates. He lifts his head slightly as he considers doing so. The sooner that this–whatever this is–is resolved, the better. Preferably without much of a fuss.

Strength comes in numbers, but then… Bakugou grits his teeth. No, he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt.

“Yeah, I’m new here,” he says, deciding to play along for now. He forces his posture to relax slightly, not wanting to come off too on edge. “A tour? Sure. Let me grab my bag first.”

“Yeah, sure! Go ahead!”

Shirakumo smiles easily at him. Though, he’s not completely dumb. He notices the clear tension in the boy in front of him. It fades away somewhat, but that first impression of his? Major yikes.

Hopefully he gets the stick out of his butt soon.

Tilting his head, Shirakumo starts to glance around the unfamiliar room again, poking around. “Sooo… where’s your bag, are we going?” he asks impatiently, though he’s more saying it to poke and tease the boy for his aggravation. “You haven’t introduced yourself yet, by the way! I’m almost offended, heheh…”

[ua-kacchan]

“It’s on the couch,” Bakugou replies rather curtly, keeping an eye on Shirakumo through his peripheral as he walks over to the couch, lifting his bag.

He lowers it and moves to put his books back inside, but not without swiftly pocketing his phone, making the slight movement as inconspicuous as possible. His thumb robotically reaches for the emergency call button and hits it quickly.

Then he slings his bag over his shoulder and walks back over, motioning with a tilt of his head for Shirakumo to follow him. “Well, obviously, this is the common area,” he says, suppressing the venom he can feel building in his throat. “The kitchen’s over this way.”

He thinks, for a moment, on whether or not he should give out his name; but if an intruder is trying to break into U.A. they would know his name already, anyway. “Bakugou Katsuki.”

He hopes the police over the line can hear him. Twenty minutes and this will be over, he thinks, more as reassurance than affirmation.

[ua-shirakumo]

~(Jan 21)

[ua-shirakumo]

ua-kacchan‌:

Bakugou has no justifiable reason for being awake this late.

Stress, maybe? he ponders, and almost laughs at himself for wondering that. Well, obviously.

Still, he doesn’t like doing nothing, staring up at the lifeless ceiling of his dorm room as he waits for sleep that won’t come. Instead he begrudgingly slides out of bed and picks up his bag from off the floor, and heads downstairs to the common area. To his relief there doesn’t seem to be anyone here.

He turns on the television for background noise and promptly begins burying himself in his textbook, studying material he already knows to heart. His pencil flickers in his hand and taps meticulously against the corner of the page, adopting a swift yet steady rhythm.

Several minutes pass when sudden noise breaks him from his thoughts, eliciting him to lift his head and gaze around alarmingly. When he sees no one, his shoulders relax. Then he shakes his head. Don’t be stupid, he thinks.

Regardless his tension is reinstated when the door creaks and begins to open and Bakugou, in a startled, instinctual manner, rises swiftly from where he’s sitting on the couch to face the obvious intruder. Abiding by the curfew, no student should be out at this hour.

“Who’s there?” he demands. He squares his shoulders and tenses, thoughts colliding and preparing for the worst.

Thank God it just opens, too, because Shirakumo would have been shit out of luck if it had required some sort of key to get inside. Feeling a few seconds of relief, he starts to step into the building, eyes widening in alarm when he’s suddenly met with an adversary-

Well, no, it’s clearly some sort of classmate of his, though he’s never… met him? Strange. He’s tempted to step right back out and check the sign on the door to make sure this is still the one dedicated to his class, but who knows? Maybe the kid is a transfer student or an assistant to the staff… or even an intern?

He’s kind of running out of guesses here. But he tries his best to muster up a bright smile, one that’s cheerful enough to hopefully ease away the weird stress and violent intent he can feel emanating from the boy in front of him. 

“Haha, hey there…” He grins, jabbing a thumb at himself. “The name’s Shirakumo Oboro!! And you look very angry at me for, like, no reason–”

He chuckles to himself, brightening already. “Hey, are you new here or somethin’? I haven’t seen you around- honestly, I haven’t seen any of this around, I’m like totally lost right now if you wanna, uh-”

A beat, as he looks at Bakugou expectantly. “… show me around a little?”

[ua-kacchan]

Bakugou doesn’t relax, but he doesn’t make any further moves, either. Rather he remains planted in a defensive position, eyes fixed on Shirakumo as he thinks over how he should proceed.

A villain? he thinks, because he’s still on edge. Then he consider the less terrible option. Or... one of those alternates? He certainly can’t sense any animosity coming off this person but, all the same, he isn’t planning on throwing all caution to the wind. I should restrain him somehow, make sure he doesn’t try anything funny...

He could also call for his classmates. He lifts his head slightly as he considers doing so. The sooner that this–whatever this is–is resolved, the better. Preferably without much of a fuss.

Strength comes in numbers, but then... Bakugou grits his teeth. No, he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt.

“Yeah, I’m new here,” he says, deciding to play along for now. He forces his posture to relax slightly, not wanting to come off too on edge. “A tour? Sure. Let me grab my bag first.”

[ua-shirakumo]

~(Jan 21)

Well, this is weird.

Shirakumo frowns to himself, rubbing at the back of his head. He doesn’t really know what to make of it.

It seems…? UA has… completely redecorated since the last time he was here. And, if memory served correctly, the last time he’d been here was like… an hour ago, two hours tops. Everything was so different now…

Shirakumo frowns. He’s usually pretty friendly, usually tries to chat with everyone he could, so he’s pretty familiar with the student body at this school. But he really wasn’t recognizing… any of the people he walks past as he tries to scope out the new buildings.

This is all… so… weird.

Not to mention this bummer of a migraine he has right now…

Frowning, he starts to approach a building that has his class number embellished upon it. Staring at the golden ‘2-A’, he figures, whatever, might as well see what that’s about… Maybe Shouta or Hizashi could help him out somehow…

He reaches for the door…

@ua-kacchan

[ua-kacchan]

Bakugou has no justifiable reason for being awake this late.

Stress, maybe? he ponders, and almost laughs at himself for wondering that. Well, obviously.

Still, he doesn’t like doing nothing, staring up at the lifeless ceiling of his dorm room as he waits for sleep that won’t come. Instead he begrudgingly slides out of bed and picks up his bag from off the floor, and heads downstairs to the common area. To his relief there doesn’t seem to be anyone here.

He turns on the television for background noise and promptly begins burying himself in his textbook, studying material he already knows to heart. His pencil flickers in his hand and taps meticulously against the corner of the page, adopting a swift yet steady rhythm.

Several minutes pass when sudden noise breaks him from his thoughts, eliciting him to lift his head and gaze around alarmingly. When he sees no one, his shoulders relax. Then he shakes his head. Don’t be stupid, he thinks.

Regardless his tension is reinstated when the door creaks and begins to open and Bakugou, in a startled, instinctual manner, rises swiftly from where he’s sitting on the couch to face the obvious intruder. Abiding by the curfew, no student should be out at this hour.

“Who’s there?” he demands. He squares his shoulders and tenses, thoughts colliding and preparing for the worst.

[ua-kacchan]

Got any crushes? 😏

No.

[ua-kacchan]

u are so amazing and strong and badass!!!! can i have ur autograph?? 🥺

Not interested.

[ua-kacchan]

Arriving at UA, Emi found herself making a few trips to the campus. Even if the students weren't her responsibility, she still cared about their well-being. Spotting Bakugou from afar, she hollered, "Hey, Bakugou! Wait up!" Approaching him, she realized that this could turn against her. "...I wanted to see how you were doing." She specified. @k-msjoke

Afternoon sunlight brightens the campus grounds and Bakugou, with a hand raised to shield his eyes, adjusts the bag over his shoulder as he heads back to the dorms. When he hears his name, however, he freezes, turning around to see who’d called him.

“Oh.” He shifts his feet a bit, slightly embarrassed under the gaze of a pro hero. He’d almost been expecting one of his idiot classmates, or a junior. “Hey.”

He recognizes her, of course. Ms. Joke. But he doesn’t understand why she would call out for him in the first place, or if she’d been attempting to look for him specifically. She’s not gonna offer me an internship, is she?

He lowers his hand. “Did ya want something?”

[k-msjoke]

Tilting her head, she raises her hand, greeting the young man. “Hey, how are you doing mentally?” She knew it had been quite a while since the students had gone through the commission’s games. However, when could someone ever truly get over those events?  Leaning forward with hands behind her back, she gave him a wide grin, “So what have you been doing to keep yourself occupied? I would hope that you’ve been provided enough opportunities within the hero field!” Awaiting his response, she rose her head looking at the sky, acting as if she had waiting for him to answer for minutes.

[ua-kacchan]

Bakugou, slightly taken aback by the sudden slew of questions, pulls his lips into a frown and answers her rather curtly. “Mentally? ‘M fine,” he lies, a bit too easily. He bites the inside of his cheek as an instinctual way to prevent himself from saying anything more on the matter. He’d rather leave this interaction as quickly as possible.

Still, he gazes at her, perplexed. “Is there a reason you wanted to talk to me?” Then he lowers his eyes, just for a moment, before lifting them again. He doesn’t mean to sound impatient but, albeit unintentionally, his tone comes off sounding as such.

[ua-kacchan]

Arriving at UA, Emi found herself making a few trips to the campus. Even if the students weren't her responsibility, she still cared about their well-being. Spotting Bakugou from afar, she hollered, "Hey, Bakugou! Wait up!" Approaching him, she realized that this could turn against her. "...I wanted to see how you were doing." She specified. @k-msjoke

Afternoon sunlight brightens the campus grounds and Bakugou, with a hand raised to shield his eyes, adjusts the bag over his shoulder as he heads back to the dorms. When he hears his name, however, he freezes, turning around to see who'd called him.

"Oh." He shifts his feet a bit, slightly embarrassed under the gaze of a pro hero. He'd almost been expecting one of his idiot classmates, or a junior. "Hey."

He recognizes her, of course. Ms. Joke. But he doesn't understand why she would call out for him in the first place, or if she'd been attempting to look for him specifically. She's not gonna offer me an internship, is she?

He lowers his hand. "Did ya want something?"

[ua-kacchan]

📸😭 I LOVE YOU

Great, you're one of those.

[ua-kacchan]

Look at you... What a fucking dork... Lol

Who the hell're you calling a dork?

[ua-kacchan]

.....you're more like a Chihuahua. Angry and sma

I'm a person!

[ua-kacchan]

Oh god. The Pomeranian is back

What's that supposed to mean? Are you comparing me to a dog?