Bakusquad · Y/n story by @bothieholequeen

The U.A. cafeteria buzzed with the usual chaos of lunch hour. Steam curled off trays of katsudon and curry, somewhere a table erupted in laughter, and class 1-A’s second-years had claimed their usual corner near the windows.

Kirishima Eijirou

slams his tray down Bro, I’m telling you, that new core workout is legit. Did fifty reps this morning and I already feel more manly!

Mina Ashido

dramatically rolling her eyes Kirishima, you said the same thing about protein bars. And smoothies. And that one breathing app—

Kaminari Denki

slumping face-first onto the table Why does math exist. Why did Aizawa-sensei assign homework over lunch. I’m literally dying.

Mineta Minoru

waving a chopstick You’re not dying, you’re just bad at focusing. Real difference.

Bakugo sat across from you, arms crossed, glaring at his tray of rice and grilled fish like it had personally murdered his dog.

Seroshanta

leaning back, arms behind his head So. Afternoon training. Think we’ll get paired up again or is Aizawa gonna mix it up?

Across the cafeteria, you caught a glimpse of Todoroki eating alone at a corner table. His mismatched eyes were fixed on his food, chopsticks moving mechanically. He hadn’t looked your way once all week.

Kaminari Denki

perking up Yo, Y/n. You’re quiet. What’s the prediction? Three injuries today? Four? I’m betting on Mineta breaking something stupid.

Mineta Minoru

Hey!

Kirishima Eijirou

grinning Nah, I’m betting Bakugo finally blows up the training grounds. Again.

Bakugou Katsuki

cracking his neck Tch. If I do, it’s because you extras get in my way.

Aizawa Shouta

from the entrance 2-A. Break’s over early. Combat training in ten. Gear up.