“The Tracker Led To This Location,” Momo Said As She Walked. Her Heels Click-clacking On The Concrete,

“Hey, do you want to go on a date?” Izuku heard himself say. It was like hearing his voice underwater. He was staring at Uraraka with a hopeful smile on his face. She smiled back and blinked at him. The strange thing was that everything was a but her was blurry and out of focus, but he didn’t care about that. He just wanted to know what she was going to say.

“Why would I want to go on a date with you?” she said, her voice was echoey and sharp.

“Uh... I...um...uh” Izuku was at a loss for words. He couldn’t think of one good reason why anyone would.

“You are the world's biggest jerk, but you must also be the world’s biggest idiot if you think that I would date you. You are a quirkless nobody.”

“No, I have a quirk!”

“Yeah, a stolen one. You don’t even deserve it. You act more like a villain then a hero. All Might was a fool to pick you.” Uraraka poked him with a finger accusingly.

“No! NO! I can be a hero. Just watch. I'll prove it. All might didn’t make a mistake, I swear. I am worthy! I am!” Midoriya cried out desperately.

Ever since the camping incident, Bakugo had been feeling confused, bewildered, a little angry, confuzzled, tricked, fooled, bamboozled, and unhinged. Things just weren’t making sense to him. It was like he had woken up that morning to find that his dad had an anger problem and his mother had become the sweetest creature on earth. Or gravity had shifted so that he could walk on the ceiling.

Why had Izuku saved him? It didn’t make sense. Midoriya didn’t even like him, didn’t even acknowledge his presence when they were standing in the same room. Sure, Midoriya had saved him before, but that was different. This time he was inviting himself to a world of pain. Bakugo had been scared, but if he could do it all over again, he would have had Midoriya stay. The kid had broken arms for goodness' sake.

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Bakugo stood in the field staring at his opponent. Uraraka. She looked at him with a hard face, one that he had only seen when she was looking at Izuku.

“Alright Uraraka, I am not going to hold back,” Bakugo said, stretching his arms to release any tension that might have crept upon him.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Uraraka said determinedly, “Backing down is not an option here!”

At the sound of “START!” Uraraka charged at him, hands wide as she readied to use her quirk on him. Bakugo stood still, waiting for her to come closer. He drew his hand back and a medium-sized explosion boomed, filling the air around them with smoke.

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Chapter five!!! Whoop whoop!

Marinette was usually the first people to get to her class. She was proud of her punctuation and how she was almost never late, unlike a certain blond boy who was almost late to every class.

When marinette walked into class she immediately glanced over to where Chloe was standing. The blonde brat was standing in front of Marinette’s own desk. When Chloe spotted her a frown spread across the drama queens face.

“Who would even like her” marinette heard her mutter darkly as she walked away and back to her own desk where Sabrina sat, finishing Chloe’s homework. Marinette now saw what she was angry about.

“Now let's move on to the awards ceremony!”

Three boys stood on a special stage. Tokoyami stood above the number three, Todoroki above the number two, and Bakugo above the number one. All of them had dark looks on their faces. They had just gotten news of Iida having to leave due to a villain attacking his older brother. Their concern for their classmate was clear. Well at least Bakugo was worried, that might just be how the other two’s faces were made to look like. He was fighting back tears of sympathy for his friend, wishing that he could do something to help.

After 45 minutes on the bullet train, Izuku found himself nearing the address of Gran Torino.

“Gotta be one awesome...” he said to himself as he walked up. The building looked ready to fall apart at the slightest breeze. The welcome sign that hung over the door was hanging by a thread and about to fall at any moment. The building was surrounded by black and yellow warning stripes. All in all, it was a very shabby place.

“...guy...”

Izuku opened the front door and peeked his head in.

“Hey, I have come from U.A. high school! Is there a gran Torino in here? It’s Midoriya!” Izuku called out. Then he looked down and saw an old man on the floor, red surround him and what looked like his guts, spilled on the floor.

“OH no! He's dead! They're gonna think I killed him!” Izuku cried out.

After donning disguises, the group began to travel through the city, inching closer and closer to where the tracker was leading them. They were doing pretty good. Acting like adults, instead of teenagers. Only they weren't sure how they were supposed to act. It wasn’t like adults shuffled around, drinking coffee and crying about taxes. They also didn’t stop to smell the roses or anything else that carried a dubious scent. So, in the end, it wasn’t too hard to blend in.

That was why they were shocked and flinched when someone called out, “oh? It's U.A.!!”

Bakugo turned and saw his teachers up on the big screen. A voice announced that they were showing a segment of the “U.A. high school’s apology press conference”. As the teachers talked about the villains and many apologies had been made, some reporters asked things that seemed to put the hero in a bad light. That they were incompetent and foolish. The mood of the crowd was changing, and many people began to grumble and make comments about how awful the heroes had turned out to be.

Bakugo glanced at the others, sweat dripping down his face. He could see that they were all thinking the same thing.