💥⛰️┊ Bakugou & Kirishima

Class 1-A always had that weird energy: a mix of chaos and camaraderie that, somehow, worked. Kirishima stretched in his seat, arms behind his head, letting out a satisfied 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, sharing stories or just laughing for no reason. The air smelled of damp earth, as if it had rained recently.

Kaminari was trying to balance a tower made of pencils, erasers, and an empty juice bottle, with an absurd level of concentration for such a ridiculous endeavor. The tower wobbled, crashed down with a loud noise, and he let out a “it was part of the experiment!” while Sero burst out laughing from the other side.

Kirishima: "Hey, Bakugou." He murmured, turning slightly toward him. "Do you also feel like this weather feels... I don't know, special?"

Bakugou grunted 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 softly. “Though I know deep down he enjoys it as much as I do. He just has a hard time admitting it…”, he thought as he settled into his seat, still with a smile on his lips.

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

“Noisy idiots… but at least they aren't cowards. Hmph.” Bakugou thought before the creak of the door silenced the general murmur. Aizawa entered, with his air of eternal exhaustion and eyes that seemed to read into one's very soul.

Kirishima straightened up, his expression lit up, ready. Bakugou closed the notebook with a sharp thud, placing his pencil on the desk. Two different looks, but the same impulse: Give it their all. Be the best. No excuses.