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Everyone who watched the news now knew that he had been quirkless for most of his life. Midoriya was embarrassed and didn’t want to see how his classmates reacted to that. It was a big shocker. it had been his deepest, darkest secret beside one for all. Bakugo had known but hadn't told anyone, and Midoriya owned him for that. (Well, now after saving him from being kidnapped, they were even. but still)

In his mind's eye, Midoriya could imagine all his friends being disgusted of or even worse, pitying him. He didn’t want them to leave him, but then he told himself that he didn’t care, and it didn’t matter. He knew that he was lying to himself. Midoryia just didn't want them to think of him any different.

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.

"You!" he snarled, "You mewling ill-breed spawn of the devil. The fair lady of scarlet, with eyes as pools of indigo, and lips of roses, you do not deserve to speak in her presence, nay even cast thine swampy green gaze upon her. Her effortless beauty. Her endless and perfect grace and elegance."

Ladybug paused, her arm posed to throw her yo-yo as she stared back at the Akuma. Chat's heart nearly choked him with joy as she frowned, unimpressed with the show.

Chapter three!!! I can barely believe it. I wrote this much. 

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Coccinelle could tell that chat noir’s heart wasn’t in the fight today. He had been very quiet the entire time, missing several opportunities for cheesy cat puns. Coccinelle could tell the something was wrong. Something hurting inside him.

Chat noir tripped over a loose tile while they fought a akuma on the roof tops. With an unmanly shreik he stumbled towards the edge of the roof. Coccinelle turned her attention to him, throwing her yo-yo at him. It wrapped around his waist as he began to fall, and with a sharp tug she pulled him back on the roof.

“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.

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.

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Bakugo nervously walked towards his classroom for the very first time. With any luck, Izuku wouldn’t be in his class, and they would never see each other again. It was a shame that he never had good luck. He peeked his head in cautiously and surveyed the room, cringing when he saw a familiar mop of green hair.

Izuku was sitting with his feet on top of his desk and was getting reprimanded by a stiff-looking boy with blue-ish hair and glasses.

“You are disrespecting school property,” the bespectacled boy said, chopping his arm in the air as if to make a point. Izuku was looking at him with a frown. Bakugo sighed. If he tried hard enough, then he could sneak to a seat before Izuku noticed his presence. he would get a few moments of peace until the teacher did roll call.

Mean, green, fighting machine - Chapter 9 - CrazyFangirl14 - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia [Archive of Our Own]

in the staff room, Cemtoss was sitting at the computer while All Might walked by.

“Oh! The first year’s pro-picks are coming in. There's one... who Midoriya picked.”

“Ooh!! Who is it?” All might leaned back and searched for his young ward’s name.

‘He would probably pick something like king of murder’ All Might thought. Then he finally spotted it and his jaw dropped.

“Why would he pick Deku?!?”

“I am not All Might” Izuku snarled out.

“Well of course you’re no-” Endeavor started to say, but this time Midoriya cut him off.

“Right, of course, I’m not.” Izuku turned his head back so he could see Endeavor’s face and meet his eye, "And Todoroki isn't you!”

Endeavor glared at him, his flames whooshing again. Izuku glared back, daring the man to do something.

The scent of cinnamon and almond frosting wafted through the air along with a few leaves. Adrien did his best to ignore the way his heart skipped at the way she smiled at her old sketches and tried to focus on something else.