Okay but listen y’all.
Izuku and Bakugou attend a 5-year reunion for their 3rd-year junior high class!
So they’re like, 19/20. Only a year or two out of UA. Haven’t really established names for themselves in the hero world yet. Probably still working as sidekicks at other heroes’ agencies.
And it’s not like, an official reunion or anything.
More just a bunch of old friends hanging out, wanting to see how each other are doing.
And they invite Deku because like, lol they need entertainment, right? And what could be better than harassing the kid they used to bully all the time in school. It’s not like he could’ve done anything useful with his life.
So imagine, it’s like half an hour past the established meeting time. Almost everyone they’re expecting has already arrived.
Then, Bakugou walks into the restaurant they’re all at, and he’s talking and laughing with someone his old classmates can’t recognize.
He’s tall, with short black curls and a friendly face. He’s built sturdy, and looks to be well on his way to All Might’s physique. He walks with an enviable confidence that matches Bakugou’s, and his shining green eyes are friendly and intelligent.
He’s probably one of Bakugou’s heroics friends from school or from the agency he works at, they all assume. Which isn’t bad or anything, a lot of them have brought significant others or close friends along with them. The more the merrier, right?
They turn out to be both right, and horribly wrong at the same time.
“What’s up, asshats?” asks Bakugou as he walks up to the group, a shark-like grin on his face.
A couple of people roll their eyes at his language, but let it go with mutters of “classic Katsuki.”
“So, what took you two so long?” asks one girl from the table next to theirs after they’ve both sat down.
Virtually everyone is listening in, because as rookie heroes, the two of them are by far the most interesting ones there.
Bakugou just rolls his eyes.
“Work ran late,” he says. “Nothing super exciting or anything, just villain cleanup. And then when I went to pick this asshole up, he decided to be a diva and take forever to finish getting ready.” And then, with an eye roll and a conspiratorial stage whisper, Bakugou adds, “He has a date after this.”
“Oh fuck off, Katsuki,” the other guys says, shoving at Bakugou’s face with one hand while he texts on his phone with the other. “Or did you forget you and Kirishima are coming with us?”
Bakugou just snickers, batting his hand away. “The difference between us, Deku, is that I don’t still get like a nervous schoolgirl whenever my boyfriend so much as looks at me. How long have you and the ice bastard been going out now?”
Suddenly, there’s an audible gasp from everyone in their group, the revelation of Bakugou being not-straight taking a backseat to the fact that, holy shit, the guy with him is fucking none other than-
Izuku flinches a little at the volume of the outcry, then turns to look at them all with a bewildered expression.
“Yeah…?” he asks, confused.
And meanwhile Bakugou just bursts out laughing because damn, he had expected this, but it’s still the most hilarious thing ever.
“Since when did you get…” one of them starts to say, only to be elbowed in the ribs by a friend, and they immediately shut up as their brain catches up with their mouth. “…get to be so close with Katsuki?” they improvise, smiling awkwardly. Bakugou, whose expression had suddenly gotten dangerous, relaxes then, and they thank god that they hadn’t blurted out their original thoughts after all.
“Uh…when he suddenly became a decent person?” asks Izuku, grinning cheekily at his friend.
Bakugou rolls his eyes and huffs sulkily, but doesn’t do anything to deny that he used to be…not so good.
“It’s amazing what good role models and supportive friends will do in improving someone’s shitty, toxic attitude. Now, Bakugou’s at least a lovable asshole instead of just an asshole.”
Bakugou still doesn’t say anything but he’s starting to look like he’s pouting.
Izuku seems intent on trying to rile him up.
“It’s such a relief too,” he says, eyes mischievous. “I mean, we wouldn’t another Endeavor on the loose, am I right?”
“YOU FUCKING SHUT THAT WHORE MOUTH, DEKU!” Bakugou immediately shouts then, little explosions going off in his hands as he slams the table they’re sitting at. “You can say whatever you want about me, but don’t you fucking dare compare me Endeavor ever again or I swear to All Might I will-”
And his old classmates just stare at him, mouths agape.
Not because he’s shouting at Izuku or anything. That’s not anything new.
But because Izuku is just laughing at him, not looking the least bit tense.
Bakugou’s voice may be loud, but there’s nothing aggressive in his body language and even when he’s shouting, the way he says Deku has changed so drastically.
There’s none of the scorn or contempt from their junior high days.
The way he says Deku is less like an insult, and more like a fond nickname.
And that, more than anything, shows just how much their old classmate has changed.