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I walked along Izuku towards UA, grateful the dorms would be back soon. I was growing weary of the walk every morning and afternoon. I had my arm linked with Izuku's, something we used to do when we were younger. I had already thoroughly explained my terrible experience the evening before and with all that I've told him about my dad he could understand me better than any one else could've in the moment.

I hadn't told Izuku much because I myself didn't really know that much about my dad. From what my mom told me he left when I was 3 after her accident and why he had left us. I didn't remember what he looked like, had any pictures, nothing. Izuku seemed to get it better than anyone else because of his own father. I knew just as much about his dad as I did my own.

"So he knows about your mom and your dad now huh?" He asked and I nodded, watching my feet rhythmically pass over the squares of concrete.

"Not like he's going to do anything with it. He actually apologized for it yesterday," I said. "I just wish I didn't have to get tangled up in these things. I don't want pity, I just want to be treated normally and for him that means being a stupid jerk. So why can't he just do that?"

"I know," Izuku replied, placing his arm around my shoulders. I was tired and close to giving up at this point. My dad was ruining my life from wherever he was and I just couldn't stand it. It seemed like I couldn't escape my past and talking to Kacchan was facing it head on. That was my toughest villain.

I liked being the happy, tough, and friendly hero that my mother once was. Still is. I had gotten used to life at UA and things Kacchan could say to me wouldn't hurt me anymore and those bad days slowed to their personal low. I could forget about my past, visit my mom, and have a good life as a hero someone would look up to.

One interview with my mother always stuck with me, and I'd find myself watching it often. She was caught during patrol by an interviewer and she still sat in a chair and talked for a while. They asked her a question and a villain attack started. She leapt up from her chair immediately and worked with the other pros to capture the villain within minutes, all caught on camera.

She plopped back down in the chair and let out a breath, brushing away her slightly dirty hair and shaking out her wet hands before asking, 'what was the question again?'. That was who I strived to be. I remember being afraid to tell Izuku even about who my mother was, seeing as he had a heroes notebook and was obsessed with heroes like that. I wanted a friend who liked me because I was me and not because my mother was a pro.

Everything worked out until now.

"I just have to let it go," I said. "My father is something I cannot change and it's something that I need to learn to be okay with for now. He's gone and I can't bring him back. I don't even know if I would want to at this point. Having his last name attached to mine isn't the end of the world and I shouldn't let Kacchan get to me and ruin what a nice time at UA I have now."

"That's really good to hear," Izuku said, retrieving his arm as we entered the school where Ururaka, Iida, Tsu, and Todoroki were awaiting us. I smiled up at the bunch, approaching them. We all started inside to chat, Todoroki assuming a place by my side.

"I saw Midoryia's arm around your shoulder. Perhaps he may be a suitable boyfriend?" He offered and I widened my eyes.

"Izuku?" Knowing what I knew now about Izuku's feelings towards Todo certainly didn't help this situation. "Oh no way, he's like my brother. Plus, I'm not the one he's got a crush on."

"He has a crush? That he has not informed us about?"

"Mmm, Yeah. I can read him pretty well so he had to tell me when I asked," I said. "Oh and you really don't have to find someone for me."

"Ah right. It was only a suggestion," he said, glancing up at Izuku. I smirked and placed my hands on my backpack straps. I hadn't felt this comfortable with Todoroki in a long time.

"Thanks anyways Todo," I said.

"Shoto."

"Hah Sorry, I forgot," I said. "Say by any chance does anyone else call you Shoto?"

"No."

"Anyone you want to call you that?" I asked.

"I was considering asking Midoryia, why?" I mentally pat myself on the back.

"No reason, but you should totally do that. You know, you and Izuku don't hang out nearly enough," I said, patting his shoulder before breaking off towards my locker. We had small lockers for our belongings during the day, despite the fact we had dorms. The dorms were too far anyways.

"Hey (y/n)?" I glanced over at an electric blonde and smiled.

"Hey Pikachu what's up?" I asked, placing a few things in my lockers and shutting it.

"You're a part of the dance committee right?" He asked. Momo had mentioned something about that before, but the dance was so far away I hadn't given it much thought. It was even after our class trip the week after next.

"I think so? I have to talk to Momo more about it. She probably commissioned me without telling me," I said.

"Well Jiro put me in charge of the banner...and I don't have any art skills whatsoever. I thought you might be able to help me?" He said.

"Why would Jiro commission you to do the banner?" I asked. "No offense."

"None taken and I don't have a clue. I'm supposed to have it done a week before the dance which is a while, but I just figured I'd ask."

"Well sure, I have decent handwriting and I like to paint," I replied.

"Awesome Thank you! If you need help with whatever you're doing, just leave it to me!" He replied and I nodded.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Come on, class is soon," he said and I nodded, walking beside him into class. He offered me a fist bump which I managed to reciprocate without getting shocked and I walked to my seat near Izuku.

"Alright class, presentations today. Easy material just let us know what you came up with," Aizawa said. Izuku and Mina went first with an amazing presentation, which was obvious knowing who Izuku was. They settled on a child that would have such powerful blasts of acid that could most likely kill someone. Luckily that child wouldn't be happening. "Next (y/n) and Bakugo."

I stood up, as did he, and the whole class shifted. I could tell half we're waiting to see how this would go and if it would be entertaining while the other half was concerned for what was about it go down, despite the fact it was a 6 slide presentation. Aizawa would be hoping for progress between us though we might have even regressed since yesterday. I felt guilt wash over me for the crumpled clothes in the shopping bag at home in the corner. I pulled up the presentation on the board and Kacchan started.

"Our quirks combined would make hot water explosions," he said. "The creation of water would be hot and then exploding it would create a spray of hot water."

"We thought it would be an effective quirk for a hero, because there's successful fire heroes already like Endeavor which when taught how to use properly, the hot water explosion quirk could be very powerful and helpful in different situations."

Kacchan ran through some of the situations it would be good and I talked about drawbacks to the quirk.

"If the child were to somehow receive a mesh of our overuse symptoms, it might be hurtful to the muscles. My body becomes more water concentrated and those loose muscles could tear like K—Bakugo's do," I said. "But if they were to receive a different limitation all together, then it's a different story."

"Thank you, very good," Aizawa said when the presentation ended and Kacchan immediately headed for his seat with his head ducked. I clicked out of our presentation and headed for my seat, letting out a breath. That was actually okay. The rest of the presentations went well too. "Most of you know our trip is coming up soon."

The class buzzed slightly with excitement.

"Don't get too excited. This is school, so there must be a learning experience. While you'll have time to enjoy yourselves, you'll be partnered up for different exercises. Most likely you'll be spending time with your current partners."

You've got to be joking.

It was very clear that Kacchan and I couldn't work together. Even with slight hope for tolerance of each other like I had before, we still ended up fighting. Maybe that's why I got so upset when Kacchan said so many mean things to me. I had become accustomed to being okay around him, but it seemed as if we were back at square one, if not even further behind than that. My fault for thinking so.

"5 minutes to bell, do what you want," Aizawa sensei dismissed us and I turned to Izuku.

"So much for enjoying the trip," I said.

"Mina and I will stick around," he said and I nodded.

"Thanks."

I glanced over to Kacchan to see him glaring at his desk, his phone strewn to the side, face down. Kirishima was excitedly talking to him, but it was obvious Kacchan wasn't up for any sort of conversation, less than usual.

"(Y/n)?"

"Hmm?"

"I asked you if Momo talked to you about the dance yet?" Izuku said and I shook my head.

"Oh no, I'll go do that now, thanks," I replied, making my way over to Momo and Jiro. "I'm supposed to talk to you about the dance?"

"Yes! We'd really like to take you on as a leader of this project," Momo said, clasping her hands in front of her chest.

"Really? Why me?"

"Well, I've really noticed you have quite the creative side to you. I was surprised no one voted you as a class officer," she said and I chuckled.

"Oh, well I suppose I do have a creative side," I replied.

"We have meetings every Thursday after school, so tomorrow," Jiro said. "We have some people helping out with little things."

"That's right, Kaminari was telling me about the banner," I said which seemed to perk Jiro up. "You know, I could take some of your jobs Jiro, and you could work on the poster with Denki. You seem better with music and art than I am. I can help with ideas and stuff."

"Oh, uh, sure," she replied, a light pink across her cheeks.

"Cool, I'll be there after school then," I replied and the nodded. I made a beeline for Denki.

"Hey Denki!" I said and he glanced over at me, the whole Bakusquad looking my way. I paused slightly. "Uh...Jiro is helping with the poster and I'm taking some of her other jobs. I just thought she would be better at it than me."

"Okay cool!" He replied.

"You part of the party committee?" Kiri asked and I nodded.

"I guess I am now," I responded.

"Cool! I'll make sure to come to the dance," he replied.

"Oh dresses!" Mina exclaimed, all of a sudden interested in the conversation.

"What is it with you and dragging me shopping?" I asked.

"It's so fun! You hardly wear cool clothes and I like to dress you!" She said.

"Wow way to rip on my clothing Mina," I replied and she hit my shoulder.

"You get what I'm saying," she replied. I glanced over to Kacchan, who was clearly disinterested in the conversation. We were both still quite mad at each other and I wasn't too sad anymore about what he had said. It was back to square one.

"I'll go talk to Jiro, thanks (y/n)," Denki said, slapping my shoulder with a jolt of electricity. I felt it buzz through my body and I jumped slightly, though this one didn't hurt like other ones had before. "Sorry, you okay?" I watched him shake out his hand seeing that I now had returned the shock to him.

"Yeah, I'm good, this one wasn't as bad as some others," I said, keeping my distance from everyone now. I had a tendency to pass on the electricity for a little while before it all grounded out of my system.

It was always interesting to think about what it would be like to date Denki. Scientifically speaking of course. If overwhelming emotion or excitement triggered electricity, there would be no way to touch him if I wanted like holding hands of hugging. Even something as simple as love could trigger it and I'd be in the infirmary 24/7. It made me wonder if having such dangerous quirks to each other was what kept me from liking him. It was pretty clear he had taken a liking to me, though not as much as Jiro, and I just didn't feel much. Then again quirks really didn't have anything to do with attraction, so I usually debunked that idea whenever it came to mind.

"Anyways, I'll see you guys later," I said, departing from the group and packing up my stuff to head home.

When I arrived home I noticed the crumpled clothes in the crumpled bag in the corner. I felt bad for just letting them sit there, not of use to anyone. I picked up the bag, deciding that I would run it over to the Bakugo household and give it back. Or at least he would take the sweater back.

Hopefully.

~Calymari