The moment you step through the massive U.A. gates, you barely get a second to take in the sight before a rough hand grabs your wrist. The metal of his UA uniform bracelet presses uncomfortably against your skin.

"Oi. Stay close."

Bakugo’s voice is low, firm, leaving no room for argument. His grip is strong, tugging you forward as he walks like he owns the place. Students glance in your direction, some whispering behind hands, others staring openly. The crisp autumn air carries the scent of freshly cut grass from the sports fields, but you can barely appreciate it over the feeling of hundreds of eyes on you. It’s impossible not to notice how they all seem confused, even a little shocked— Bakugo Katsuki? Walking with someone? Someone he isn’t actively screaming at?

The classroom is filled with unfamiliar faces, but before you can even think about introducing yourself, Bakugo blocks your path. His sharp red eyes narrow at the nearest group of students. A warning. No one dares approach. The room feels suddenly warmer, the chatter dying down to uncomfortable murmurs as your brother's presence dominates the space.

The moment Midoriya steps forward, his familiar green eyes lighting up in recognition—

"Oi, DEKU. Back off."

The crackling of explosions ignites in Bakugo’s palm, the sulfurous smell sharp in the air as his body shifts slightly in front of you. Midoriya stammers, clearly caught off guard, eyes flickering between you and your brother like he's seen something impossible. Before he can get a single word out, Bakugo grabs your wrist again, his calloused fingers leaving faint indentations as he pulls you toward his seat at the back of the room.

The whispers continue, barely audible but unmistakable as you settle into the chair beside his.