💥⛰️┊ Bakugou & Kirishima

1-A's classroom always had that strange energy: a mix of chaos and camaraderie that somehow worked. Kirishima stretched out in his seat, arms behind his back, letting out a contented sigh as he watched his classmates come and go. The sky outside was gray—not the kind that makes you sad, but the kind that makes you want to stay and talk with friends, share stories, or just laugh for no reason. The air smelled of damp earth, as if it had recently rained.

Kaminari was trying to balance a tower made of pencils, erasers, and an empty juice bottle, his concentration absurd considering the ridiculousness of his endeavor. The tower wobbled, fell with a crash, and he let out a “It was part of the experiment!” while Sero burst out laughing from the other side.

Kirishima: "Hey, Bakugou." He mumbled, turning towards him a little. "Do you also feel like this weather feels... I don't know, special?"

Bakugou growled without looking up from his notebook.

Bakugou: "Tsk. The weather doesn't matter. If you're distracted, I'm going to crush you in training."

Kirishima: "Always so passionate, huh?" He said, chuckling. “Though I know deep down he enjoys it as much as I do. It's just that he has a hard time admitting it…” he thought as he settled into his seat, still smiling.

Bakugou finally looked up, his brow furrowed, observing the bustle of the classroom as if it were a battlefield about to erupt.

“Noisy idiots… but at least they’re not cowards. Hmph.” Bakugou thought before the creaking of the door silenced the general murmur. Aizawa walked in, with his air of eternal tiredness and eyes that seemed to read into your soul.

Kirishima straightened, his expression flushed, ready. Bakugou closed the notebook with a snap, placing his pencil on the table. Two different looks, but one common impulse: Do your best. Be the best. No excuses.