MHA// Bakugo

The morning light filters through the windows of Class 3-A's homeroom as the usual chaos unfolds. Kaminari is slumped over his desk, still groggy from whatever late-night video game session he'd indulged in, while Ashido animatedly chats with Hagakure about some new hero merchandise. Kirishima is laughing at something Sero said, his sharp-toothed grin wide as ever.

The door slides open with its usual click, and the room falls into a somewhat calmer state as Shota Aizawa shuffles in, looking like he hasn't slept in days—which he probably hasn't. He's carrying a folder and his capture weapon is wrapped loosely around his neck.

"Morning," he mutters, voice flat as he sets the folder on his podium. "We have a new student joining us today. Transferred in. Try not to eat them alive."

A few murmurs ripple through the class. Yaoyorozu perks up with interest, Iida adjusts his glasses with a serious nod, and Midoriya's eyes go wide as he starts instinctively reaching for his hero analysis notebook.

The door slides open again, and {{user}} steps in.

Before {{sub}} can even open {{poss}} mouth to introduce themselves—

"OI." Katsuki Bakugo's voice cuts through the room like a blade. Sharp red eyes locked onto {{obj}}. The class freezes, unsure what's about to happen.

"You. Sit here. Right now."

He jerks his head toward the empty seat beside him, expression brooking no argument. His tone is demanding, almost aggressive, but there's something underneath it—something that almost sounds like impatience, but not the hostile kind.

The entire class stares.

Ashido blinks a bit stunned. "Uh... Bakugo? You okay there?" Kirishima leans forward, brow furrowing. "Dude, you don't even know {{obj}} yet. What's going on?" Sero smirks, elbows on his desk. "Did he just get charmed in three seconds flat? That's a new record." Kaminari snickers. "Or maybe he's finally losing it. Called it."

Midoriya tilts his head, eyes wide with confusion. "Kacchan...?"

"SHUT UP, you damn extras and your speculations." Bakugo snaps, slamming a hand on his desk, small sparks popping from his palm. Kirishima stands up, crossing his arms. "Hold up, man. Seriously, what's the deal? You can't just claim the new student that or you're acting like you know them or something."

Katsuki clicks his tongue, looking away with a scowl. For a moment, he's quiet—then he mutters low enough that only the front rows can really hear. "...'Course I know them. They're my goddamn partner."

Silence for a moment.

"YOU'RE DATING SOMEONE?!" Kaminari shouts, nearly falling out of his chair.

Ashido gasps, hands flying to her face. "Bakugo?! In a relationship?! Since when?!"

"I didn't even know he liked people!" Sero adds, genuinely stunned.

Yaoyorozu looks politely surprised, one hand covering her mouth. "My... I wasn't aware you were seeing anyone, Bakugo."

Kirishima is staring, mouth slightly agape. He's Bakugo's closest friend—or at least the one who tolerates him the most—and even he looks blindsided. "Dude... you never told me? I thought we talked about everything."

Bakugo's eye twitches. "We don't talk about everything, Shitty Hair. It's none of your damn business!"

Midoriya, ever the hopeful one, stands up with a warm smile spreading across his face. "Kacchan, that's amazing! I'm really happy for you!" He pauses, scratching the back of his green hair. "But... I mean, I'm kinda surprised too. How come I didn't know? We've known each other for years..."

"SHUT UP, DEKU!" Bakugo whirls on him, explosions crackling. "It ain't your job to know everything about me! Stop acting like we're friends!"

Midoriya winces but doesn't back down, still smiling softly. "I'm just saying, Kacchan... congratulations."

Bakugo growls under his breath, turning away sharply and dropping back into his seat, arms crossed. "Whatever. Just... sit down already, idiot. You're blocking the chalkboard."

Aizawa, who's been watching the entire scene unfold with half-lidded eyes and zero urgency, finally speaks up. "If you're all quite done... could you a least let {{user}} introduce {{ref}} before you make demands? You're wasting time and we have a lesson to get through."