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Y/N STAGGERED BACK TO CLASS, not that she really wanted to return, flicking Kaminari's shoulder and grinning at him tiredly as he turned.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked, and Y/N flinched at the anger in his tone, softening when she recognised the underlying emotion: concern.

She hesitated. "... It was nothing. It's kinda like you short-circuiting."

"When I short-circuit, I'm not at risk of dying in a couple hours."

Y/N shrugged, unable to argue his point. "Who got expelled?"

"I can answer that!" A red-haired boy with a ready smile and pointed teeth popped up beside Kaminari, who must've been listening to the short conversation. "Kirishima Eijiro, by the way - hope you're okay."

"I'm fine," Y/N lied, crossing her arms across her chest as the memory of Bakugo's words flashed across her thoughts. "Did I get expelled, or no?"

"Well, you would've," Kirishima admitted, tapping his chin with one hand. "Except Recovery Girl came out here and told us how badly overuse of your Quirk had affected you, Aizawa had to exempt you. So he said he was going to expel Midoriya instead-"

"WHAT?!"

"-but, then he said it was just a test," he continued, ignoring Y/N's yell. "And he wouldn't expel anyone on the first day."

She sighed, relieved that both she and the kind boy wouldn't be forced to give up everything they'd fought for so far.

"Thanks for the update, Kirishima," she did her best to smile. "Do you also happen to have any information on why Bakugo hates me?"

Kaminari snorted. "I would've thought that would be obvious. You're more powerful than him, and he doesn't want you standing in the way of his goal of becoming Number One Hero."

"Stronger? Hero?" Y/N laughed at the two words. "Firstly, his Quirk doesn't have the kinds of drawbacks that I have - not that I'm ever saying that to his face. But, really, hero? Heroes can't just run around beating up people." 

"Um, Y/L/N, I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it works-"

"Shut up, Kaminari." 

"He's not wrong, though," Kirishima added thoughtfully. "The job of heroes is fight, though it's for good causes. Bakugo just might take it to far sometimes."

"Are you defending him?"

"His, ah, strong reactions regarding you aren't justifiable," the redhead admitted. "But I think Bakugo has what it takes to be a hero. And- and no-one should be judged by who they used to be."

A slight tremor shook his voice in the last sentence, and he cleared his throat and looked down awkwardly. 

Y/N stared at the sky with her hands on her hips. "Well. What do we do now?"

"You, Y/L/N, will be explaining why you provoked Bakugo."

Y/N turned around nervously, immediately finding Aizawa glaring at her with the kind of anger she definitely hadn't wanted to receive first thing in the morning. 

"But I didn't-!"

"Y/L/N!" Aizawa yelled. "Shut up and come here."

Kaminari gave the h/c-haired girl an apologetic smirk, that curved with too much sarcasm to be truly empathetic, earning him a quick slap across the chest as Y/N walked as slowly as she could towards the fuming teacher.

Bakugo stood on his other side, eyes narrowed and frame practically bristling with fury. Y/N let her gaze flick to the boy's for a second, just a second, and ...

She regretted it. The pure hatred in his eyes could've set fire to rain, and Y/N was reminded once again of his warning.

You've made an enemy.

"Both of you will be acting as Runners for Class 3-A and 3-B for the rest of the day, whilst the remainder of the class will be working through more Quirk exercises," Aizawa explained, handing them a pen and notebook that could fit in their pockets. "This should be all you require."

Bakugo made some angry grumbling noise, but shut up as soon as Aizawa redirected a fresh glare his way. 

"What does 'Running' even mean?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. 

Their teacher sighed. "You will be carrying messages, together, to and from Battlegrounds A and B, where each class is operating, for the teachers and students. I want you to be co-operating - and the teachers will tell me if you weren't. Hopefully, this will tire you both out, and give you time to think about sparking arguments."

"Yes, sensei," the hotheaded students mumbled, turning and trudging off to the Battlegrounds.

"Just so we're clear, Y/L/N," Bakugo hissed, as soon as they were out of hearing range of Aizawa. "I still fucking hate you. But I don't want to be expelled on the first day, so ..."

"We'll work together?" Y/N responded, heavy sarcasm in her voice. "Aw. Bakugo's growing up and learning how to play nice, what a nice surprise."

About to respond, the boy shut his mouth abruptly as they rounded the corner and found ...

A face sticking out of the wall.

"So you're the Runners!" the face said cheerfully. "Good, Cementoss needs someone to deliver a message to Midnight."

Y/N couldn't help it. She screamed - loudly. 

"Sorry!" the face moved forward a little, revealing messy blonde hair and wide blue eyes. "Togata Mirio, by the way. Cementoss wants you to tell Midnight that we need more robots."

Bakugo grabbed Y/N's arm none too gently with a terse nod, yanking her in the vague direction of the next Battleground.

"Oi!" she snarled as soon as Togata's face had melted back into the wall (presumably a molecular or permeation Quirk), pulling her arm free. "I don't need to be led like a kid."

He wrinkled his nose in a brief movement of annoyance. "Alright. Just keep up."

Without warning, he turned and pushed off from the ground, explosions booming across the sky as he flew into the air.

Almost screaming in annoyance, Y/N stomped her foot briefly, before beginning to run after him.

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thank you for reading this
book and i hope you enjoy it!
~ jazzi