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Summary: "Bakudan (Explode)!" ...Because no matter what, Bakugo Katsuki always had a temper short as a fuse on a stick of dynamite and a personality as sour as a TNT sour chew. Even as a girl. [Fem!Katsuki]

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It became all-out war from then; starting with Midoriya pulling a punch which didn't blast the other boy to pieces, to which Todoroki's calm composure completely broke and performance significantly dropped. Deku dodged oncoming ice, using his already busted hand to defend himself from his opponent.

While she had no idea what was going on, Katsuki could at least tell that something was on Half 'n' Half's mind, considering his rather slow reactions and speed when using his quirk. If things continued like this, the green haired boy might actually stand a chance at winning.

She looked at the screen; the camera had zoomed in on Deku's fingers, all crumpled up and an ugly purple colour. They barely twitched as the shorter boy tried to move them.

As the boy with the ice-quirk approached, Deku used his one good thumb by touching the inside of his cheek, as to flick it. Todoroki flew back, using two ice shields to prevent himself from going out bounds.

"Why... are you going so far?" He asked as he got up on wobbly feet, in the midst of catching his breath.

In her seat, Katsuki frowned. She could see their lips moving from the screen but damn did she want to hear whatever they were saying. From up there, she couldn't make out any words and the speakers only echoed commentary from Present Mic up in the audio studio.

"Because... I want to live up to everyone's expectations," Midoriya said in strained but determined voice, "Because I want to make my friends and family... proud! I want to respond to their support with a smile!"

Deku moved his aching legs, charging forward and punching Todoroki's stomach.

"Everyone's trying their best to become first," He continued, "and you're saying... you'll reach the top with only 50% just to get revenge on your father?! Just where are you looking?! Stop screwing around!"

Half 'n' Half stopped right in his tracks. Something from a long time ago, something a person said to him suddenly was recalled in his mind. The woman had a small but beautiful smile and spoke softly; his mother...

He didn't know... what to do with anymore. The boy looked at the ground and uttered, lost, "My old man's power..."

"It's your power, isn't it?!" Midoriya literally screamed, so loud that even Katsuki heard it, desperate to get through to his classmate.

"You don't have to be a prisoner of your own blood. You can be... whoever you choose to be,"

He got through.

"What the actual fuck," She muttered to herself, staring at the blur of furious red down on the battlefield.

Sure, she'd expected the boy to have some time of fire quirk—it only made sense considering his father being Endeavour and all. Still, she didn't realise the flames would be so... intense.

Beside her, the girl saw most of her classmates carrying the same shocked expression.

"Even though you want to win, damn it..." Todoroki said as the fire breathed and came to life, "You helped your enemy... which one of us screwing around?!"

It had reached the climax of the battle. On one side ice formed and on the other, flames burned brightly on Todoroki. Midoriya had activated his quirk on his left leg, a smart choice as both his arms was unusable. They both charged at each other and her field of vision was engulfed by a luminescent light; she heard a loud thud, a body crashing onto the walls of the stadium.

By the end of it, as she opened her eyes... she stared at the limp body of her classmate. Katsuki sighed in her chair, leaning back onto the hard red plastic as she listened Present Mic call out the results of the match.

"Round 2's first match... Todoroki wins!"

Of course. The girl had expected this outcome; the difference in power was just too big, she had no idea why she expected anything different.

Though, she'd have to face off the Half 'n' Half bastard in the final unless one of them lost in any of the upcoming matches which the girl was sure that she wouldn't. His two quirks made him a deadly opponent—could she really win against a monster like that?

"What a match," The red-haired idiot said, "It was so manly! Wouldn't you agree, Bakugo?"

Katsuki grunted in response.

"Oh, are you ready for our match? We're gonna face each other soon," Kirishima cheerily said, looking her way, "Of course, I plan on winning! Can't hold back on a tough girl like you,"

She rolled her eyes, "Of course. You'd be no match for me, even if you didn't,"

Katsuki only half-heartedly meant that. While he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, the boy had a good quirk and when used right, could be a deadly weapon. Against her especially, whose quirk didn't have much of an effect on. He was also pretty strong physically, being the main horsepower in the Calvary battle. Facing him might be a challenge but nothing she couldn't get over somehow. Like hell, she'd say something so cringe out loud though.

"Huh... Do you really think so?" The ash-blonde hair girl looked at him for a moment with an are-you-serious expression before turning away. What an idiot.

"No, I was just joking. I expect you actually to win," Katsuki grumbled with sarcasm heavily lacing her words.

Sparkles glittered in his red eyes, "Really? I won't let you down, Bakugo-chan!"

"Don't call me that!" As the crowd cheered for another win, she glared at him and his goofy grin. Why the hell was she sitting next to this stupid guy again?

"Ribbit, what do we have here?" The two of the simultaneously turned around to find froggy girl peering over her shoulder, "I didn't know you were friends with Kirishima-kun, Bakugo-chan,"

"I'm not," Katsuki denied instantly, shifting further away in her seat.

"We're not?" The boy repeated, for some reason shocked, "But..."

"But nothing,"

Now thinking about it, Katsuki realised she'd never called anyone a friend before. Sure, she had some childhood lackeys (Deku) and such but the girl always considered them as different—lower—from herself.

"This is why you don't have any friends, Bakugo-chan," Asui commented in her annoying monotoned voice, "You should, you know, stop acting all tsundere,"

"Shut up!" Katsuki yelled, standing up with a start.

"See?"

"Tch,"

"The third round between Tokoyami and Ashido will begin after a quick five-minute break!" Blared the loudspeaker, catching her attention. She had to get ready for her match.

With that, Katsuki started moving towards the closest exit and weaving through the crowded seats filled with people doing so. She noticed the red-haired idiot following her, who had a rare thoughtful look and was oddly quiet. It was weird.

"Ugh, what is it?" The ash-blonde haired girl said as she turned around.

"Huh?"

"Don't act stupid," Although he didn't need to, Katsuki snidely thought, "You're being fucking quiet and it's creeping me out. It better not be something stupid like facing off next round or what not,"

"Are we not friends?" He finally spoke, looking at in her in the eye.

"What," She deadpanned, the gears turning slowly in her head. "Was that what you've been thinking about this whole freaking time?"

Kirishima nodded with a rather stern expression.

"Gosh. You are a fucking idiot," Katsuki said with pure exasperation, "And to answer your question, nope,"

The red-haired teen visibly flinched. She continued, ignoring him.

"I don't have friends and don't wanna either. Is this conversation over? I don't want to fight a battle not worth my time,"

There was some silence and just when Katsuki was about to walk the other way, the boy with the harden quirk started, "If I beat you..."

"Hm?" Not that he would but she was interested in what her soon to be opponent was going to say.

"Would you consider it?" Kirishima questioned as he glanced up at her, "Being my friend,"

She was speechless but at the same time, pretty amused; it's not like she had anything to lose because she ain't in hell going to get defeated, "...Why not?"

"Woah, really?"

Katsuki shrugged, her blue sports uniform ruffling as she did, "Sure. Only if you win, of course,"

"Yeah! It's a promise then! Between... erhh, heroes!" He stuck out his pinky finger.

The girl glared at him, "Seriously?"

Didn't look like he was going to let up anytime soon though. With a loud huff of annoyance (and the loss of cool points—she was fifteen years old and still making pinky promises), Katsuki held out her own finger and curled it around his, "Promise,"

"Yosh! I'm fired up!" The red-haired to-be-hero punched the air as if to prove his point, "Be prepared, Bakugo!"

He ran down the hallway, turning left t the t-intersection when it came up before sprinting away. Instead of wasting energy like an idiot, he should be saving it for their fight. Katsuki was going to make sure he'd regret it but for now, she casually walked to her arena.

Dim lines of white light brightened up the empty corridor, it suddenly felt much quieter without the company of anyone.

The girl took the chance to get her thoughts together. Half 'n' was strong; he might her strongest opponent yet, save for the villains from the USJ incidents. She might have to pull all the tricks from her sleeves to have the victory she wanted but first, the girl had to fight against hard-head.

Katsuki didn't really have a battle strategy. From their little time together as teammates, she knew that while his quirk was activated, bombs had little to no effect on the boy. But she also remembered that his ability was very taxing and sapped him of strength every second of use. This would be a battle of stamina and she had to keep her ground while the girl waited him exhaust himself. That being said, Katsuki wasn't the best in terms of long battles and preferred quickly blasting her enemies apart. She had her limits too and it was something she tried to never forget.

She blinked herself to reality. Up ahead, she saw a familiar leafy branch of dark green hair. It was Deku, with a cast on one of his arms.

Normally she'd sneer at him but she wasn't in the bullying mood. On top of that, had a match to prepare for which would start in god knows amount of minutes. Katsuki settled on straight out ignoring, strutting her way to the other side.

Midoriya had other plans, "U-um, Kacchan!"

"What is it," She growled and looked up just in time to see him wince.

"I wanted to say... erh, good luck on your next match! But you'd probably wouldn't need it,"

Glad to know he knew her so well. The girl waited for a couple of moments for him to continue, feeling he had something else to say judge by the twiddling of his fingers.

"And, um, I wanted to say sorry,"

She raised an eyebrow. Last time she checked, he had nothing to be sorry for other than being a constant nuisance and wimp in her life, "For what?"

"You know... before my match with Todoroki-kun," Deku said as she tried to recall what happened back then, "What you said to me..."

"Oh," Katsuki had long forgotten about that.

The nerd looked uncomfortably to the side, "Yeah..."

What was she supposed to say to that? 'I forgive you'? However, Deku didn't look like he was going anywhere. With a sigh, she said, "Forget about it,"

"Huh?"

"You heard me. That was me being stupid," The girl began, trying to find words in her head that didn't sound so bad, "First, it's not any of my business whether you won or not. Also, there's no way you could have won that match; Half 'n' Half had tons of experience compared to you—if you feel sorry, get stronger,"

When Katsuki finished her little speech, Deku was staring at her as if she was an alien from out of space.

"And Tokoyami advances into the next round In two minutes, the match between 1-A's Kirishima and also from 1-A, Bakugo, will begin!"

Shit! She so got distracted by the nerd, she'd forgotten about her match. Taking wide strides, the ash-blonde haired girl began moving to the battlefield.

"...thank you!" Came from somewhere from the background and she made no move to respond to it. There are was no need to, after all.

As soon as she heard the screeching of the speaker, Katsuki started running. Approaching from down low, (much like Round-face did in her last match), she set off several small bombs with her left hand at her opponent's vital area.

Obviously, it didn't work as the weak attack had zero effect on the boy once he had used his quirk, heck, he didn't even flinch. Just as expected.

The red-haired idiot started making his move, closing in with his stiff arms with closed fists. While not incredibly fast, Katsuki could feel the wind direction change from each blow as she dodged the punches. A hit from that would definitely hurt.

All she could do was avoid his attacks long enough to tire him out before pushing out of bounds—there wasn't much else she could go about doing.

Katsuki made another chain reactive set of explosions but didn't do much. If anything, it raised the level of defence Kirishima put up. While that wasn't usually a good thing, in this case, it was; it'd drain the male teenager if his energy, speeding up the process.

Right, left, down and take a little step back, then repeat. She gritted her teeth, becoming fed up with this inconvenient situation. The girl was far from exhaustion (maybe just a little tired though) but she was very impatient. Just for how long did she have to put this up for?

The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight and the girl had could feel herself start to sweat as her clothes began feeling sticky.

Meanwhile, Midoriya watched from above with intense eyes. He knew that the girl was strong—he had experienced her bombs first hand—but with the way things were going right now, she was in quite a pinch. Kirishima's quirk greatly weakened Kacchan's bombs, her main weapon which her fight style greatly depended on. The green haired All Might fan had no idea how his childhood friend would get out of this one.

Still, he never thought he would see Kacchan forced to withdraw from offence to defence. He hoped that she'd make a comeback and soon, too.

"How's that, Bakugo-chan?" Her opponent spoke for the first time since they started battling, "Not too bad, huh?"

If that wasn't enough, from the stadium, the mob of people boo-ed for whatever reason. Were they getting bored? She'd just shove their words right back down their throats if she could!

Katsuki clicked her tongue in annoyance. Not only was really hot, she had to deal with this guy plus the unhelpful crowd and the noise level was NOT helping. But even so, she didn't snap just yet.

Time was essence in this fight and it was no time to get impatient when a gold medal was at stake.

Still, she was pretty annoyed. But if the audience wanted a show, why not? She'd give to them. Her way.

The girl jumped back a couple metres, tilting left so she wouldn't go out of the boundary. It was time for payback—Katsuki felt her hands sparkle as sweat glazed the somewhat rough skin of her palms. With this, she could make... hm, roughly three-four middle sized bombs. That was more than enough.

Taking a deep breath, the girl charged forward, her feet making rather soft taps on the flattened ground as she readied her bombs. Once Katsuki got close enough, she made an explosive punch.

Kirishima held out his arms in front of him, pushed just slightly back as the air grew dusty around them. Though, the girl wasn't done yet.

She moved her other arm and repeated the heavy blows one after another, moving forward a large step at a time—after forcing out the fifth bomb, Katsuki waited for the smoke to clear out for a bit as she caught her breath. Her lungs burned inhaling the dirty air but she was too focused on the dust cloud to notice.

Once she could see his barely visible shadows, the female competitor dashed in and grabbed his arm. She smirked, feeling squishy muscle instead of the hard skin after he'd activated his quirk as the student pulled the other boy up.

"W-woah!"

Katsuki had been keeping track on the location she was in: by now, the pair were around a metre's length away from the boundary line. Knowing that she made her final move; an overhead throw, slamming the boy into the ground. He landed with a satisfying thud, groaning.

"There you go, folks!" Buzzed Present Mic in the loudspeaker, "We have our winner! Bakugo from 1-A advances to the semi-finals!"

Oh, finally. That was a bit too tiring for her liking. The battle felt as if it was dragged out for a long time but when Katsuki checked the clock on the screen, barely ten minutes had passed. What.

"Hehehe... I guess I lost," Said the red-haired boy after he got up, looking down as he brushed off the dirt his trousers. It seemed like he didn't suffer any serious injuries but his sports uniform was pretty much a wreck. Whoops.

A familiar unsettling silence took place between the two of them as they walked into the hallway and out of the sunshine. The only sound she could hear was the defined echoing footsteps that weren't her own in the somewhat dark area.

The semi-finalist was about to take the first initiative when Kirishima bet her to it, "So... I lost,"

"Yeah. And?" She pestered, saying the words abbot too quickly.

"...And that means I lost the bet," He trailed awkwardly, "As uncool as it is, a loss is a loss—a man never backs down on their word,"

Katsuki stopped on the spot and stared at him; while the lighting was dim and he was practically a ghostly shadow in her eyes, it was so painfully obvious that the boy was wordlessly sulking and seemed disappointed, most likely in himself.

"Well, it wasn't like I was expecting you to win. There's always next time?" That didn't sound very convincing, she thought. Then again, the girl had never been good at comforting people—her stubbornness left no room for helping others. She continued walking, not knowing what to do.

"Really?" The red-haired idiot exclaimed out of the blue and she almost could imagine sparkles lighting up in his red pupils. He caught up to her fairly easily.

Again, those eyes, "...Why not,"

"Yahoo! All right!" The red Porcupine cheered, "A second chance to redeem myself,"

She regretted her choice already.

"But that doesn't mean we're friends, okay?" Katsuki quickly chided, "Also, you owe me a sports drink,"

He shrugged, or maybe she assumed he did; being in front meant she couldn't tell what he was doing, "Sure. What flavour?"

"Grape. Or berry,"

"Okay!" Kirishima said, his tone annoyingly energetic despite the spar that had taken place just minutes ago. There was a moment of peace before the hard-headed boy decided to disturb it, "You know... I feel like we're friends already!"

The ash-blonde haired girl snarled in response, her face curling up as if she had just drunk a cup of lemon juice, "Shut up,"

Katsuki started speed walking, quickened her steps until she reached the waiting room. It as the semi-finals and she had only one battle until it was her Turn again. As she opened the door, the girl heard Kirishima running up to her.

"I'll watch your battle from the seating area! Good luck, Bakugo-chan!" He told her, both hands tightened into fists with their thumbs sticking out on top. He waved widely with his right arm before jogging down the corridor.

Sighing, she entered the room... only to find a certain half red, half white-haired boy sitting casually in a plastic seat.

"Oh, it's you," He said simply before continuing to stare into space.

"Is that seriously all you have to say?" Katsuki deadpanned, crossing her arms. Where to start... there was a lot going through her mind. She tried to form the sentences in her mind, "You have a second quirk,"

"Yes,"

"And you never used it. To fight. Because of your father."

Todoroki nodded.

His shorts responses were quickly irritating the young woman, huffing before pulling out a chair on the other side of Half 'n' Half and promptly sitting on it.

"To be honest, I don't really care about your backstory or whatever. What I do care about is that I beat you fair and square in our upcoming match," She glared at the seemingly unaffected boy, "That includes your fire ability; I'ma force you to use it if I have to,"

"...You seem certain about that," That was the first proper sentence he said to her during the conversation but it's enough to piss her off.

She stood up, slamming her hand on the tabletop, "Of course! I don't really know what you're doing or why—but whether it's for revenge or not, I plan to win this thing one way or another,"

"For what? To prove yourself better than the world?"

"No," Katsuki snorted, sounding almost like a laugh. If the moment wasn't so serious, there'd be some loud chuckles. The lone thought that her goal would—could—be something so immature, "To prove to myself that I am strong enough,"

It feels weird coming out of her mouth. The teenager had never said the words out loud, not even to her mother or even herself. For some reason, she felt proud finally establishing a proper motive despite how vague it was. Like, how much until she'd be satisfied?

She didn't know. She didn't really want to know either.

There was no reply to her statement and Katsuki took the chance to really look at him, at any facial features which hardly ever seen. If Katsuki didn't know any better, she'd say he looked shocked. She was kind of confused—was it that surprising? She doesn't know whether she's supposed to feel insulted or good about herself for catching the boy off guard.

Just about when he finally snapped out of it and opened his mouth to say something, a voice interrupted.

"Sorry to disappoint, but due to some complications, Iida will not be participating. Todoroki wins by default and has become one of the two finalists!"

What. Hang on, that meant that she'd be...

"Our next round will be Bakugo and Tokoyami, fighting for a spot in the finals!"

"What the fuck?!" The girl screeched, standing up. She had been on stage just five minutes ago and now she had to return?

The announcement wasn't finished just yet, "But first, we'll have a short ten-minute break! In no time, our semi-finals will begin—speaking of which, our two competitors, please make your way to the hallway in time for your battle,"

Okay. She had ten minutes to get ready, make a battle plan and make her way to the stadium. It was better than nothing.

With a click of her tongue, Katsuki left the room, not bothering to push her chair back in—forgetting about the boy who was lost in his thoughts.

Uraraka swayed in her chair, her brown hair bouncing along with her. She was seated next to Midoriya, whose eyes were solely focused on a book of scribbles and rough sketches. After closer examination, she found the writings on a double page spread focused on her classmate, Todoroki.

"Taking notes, Deku-kun?" The gravity girl asked as she peered over his shoulder.

"A-ah! Uraraka-chan!" He yelped in surprise, stiffly facing her, "You surprised me..."

"Sorry," She apologised with a sheepish smile, still examining the book in her friend's hands.

"And to answer you, yeah, I am..."

She gave a nod of understanding, "Hm... like you're quite dedicated. These notes are really detailed!"

"Hehe, thanks," Midoriya sheepishly laughed as he lightly blushed from embarrassment, "I just jot random things from everyone's quirks. They are all just so cool and unique, I can't help it. I even have a page on you,"

Deku turned the pages with one hand with the book in his lap but it was relatively windy and the light notebook moved with the air. The girl managed to grab on to it though, just when it was about to fly away.

"Got it!" She said, about to return the book when she saw the page it had been flipped on. Kacchan, Quirk: Explosion.

It had been at least two hours since her loss and after that much time, she didn't feel that bad about it.

Of course, she felt pretty downcast losing in the first round. She wanted to become a hero as quickly as possible, help her parents and give them that easy life they deserved. But her parents were proud of her regardless and she had tried her absolute best; her opponent did as well.

The brown haired girl looked through slightly dampened ears, looking at one of the many screens the stadium held.

"Ah. The match is starting!" Uraraka said but Midoriya already had his eyes on the figure walking across the grass with her head held high.

"Get ready for it, it's the Semi-Finals! The one to win will be up against Todoroki in the match for first place! It's Tokoyami VERSES Bakugo!

Katsuki saw her opponent on the other side of the field, feathers and beak making up his bird-face. She didn't know much—rather, never paid attention to—about him or his quirk, other than the fact it was like a shadow and thrived on darkness. Its weakness was probably light of that were the case.

It didn't really matter though; she was gonna win this and fight in the finals, head first.

"Ready ...set ...Go!"

And they were off. It was off to an explosive start, the girl approaching quickly and blasting a couple of small explosions. She wasn't expecting too much and just wanted to get a quick idea of how effective her quirk would be against him.

Bird Face revealed his shadow as she ran, defending him with relative ease and didn't even flinch as ear-piercing booms were made so close. She did the same action twice before scowling—the guy's defence was annoyingly high. It was beginning to feel like her battle with hair-for-brains. If Katsuki continued like this, she'd get nowhere; she needed a plan.

Light. That would be the most logical way to go, considering Tokoyami's quirk. But how the hell was she supposed to incorporate that into her attack? Her bombs didn't exactly give off any light and she couldn't just make a firework out of the blue. Not even the sun would do much, even if it did make the shadow more 'tamer' or whatever.

Might as well use brute force like she always does.

Hardly any time passes as she snaps back into reality, palms moist and blood pumping through her gains. Katsuki focuses on her target, just a few metres before her as she breaks out into a sprint and her feet slid across the ground. It's not even a second before she's right in front Bird Face, blasting explosions one after another. When he lets his guard down as his shadow whimpered, the girl made her final move, a swift punch to the chest.

As Present Mic called out the results and the audience cheered, she doesn't think much of her win. After all, she's looking at that gold badge with the number one engraved on it at the summit, where her final opponent stood—And where she would be standing shortly after.

A/N: Hey, AmaryllisGreen here and I wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Wow, the year has gone by so fast!

For you guys, I also had a Christmas special BUT... I accidentally deleted it with no way of getting it back... won't go too much into the details but I don't think I'll be writing on Notes anytime soon. (Wwwwwwhy! All my hard work *sulk*) Really sorry about that guys! I'll leave a couple of short rewritten snippets of it below in apology but it won't be anywhere near what I wrote before.

In case you guys didn't know, I am currently on Holiday right now and this all (including the actual chapter) was written on my phone, which is very inconvenient. For any mistakes in this or previous chapters, I won't be able to edit like I did when I had my laptop on me and it'll have to wait until I return to my home country. Just letting you know

That's all from me. I hope you have a good day, regardless whether you celebrate Christmas or not!

[Lightly Edited: Feb 8]

01: Mistletoe

"Where's the mistletoe? I thought you said you put it by the entrance. I can't see it anywhere!" Toru said, making circles out of her mitten-covered hands and putting them close up to her face like binoculars.

"That's weird," The pink alien beside her muttered to myself, "I am pretty sure I did put it by the door. Where has it gone?"

"Oh, that thing? I blew it up," Katsuki said casually as she walked by the two girls.

*Flashback*

The ash blonde haired girl saw it as she walked through the large door of her class that morning. Figuring it was going to be a pain in the but sometime in future, she jumped up from a chair and snatch it. And with a boom, it was nothing but charcoal.

*Flashback End*

"Whaaaaat?!" Mina exclaimed loudly, gasping.

Toru gasped, clutching her tie or where her 'heart' was supposed to be, "But... but my ships...!"

Will just have to wait for later.

(Heheh... sorry!)

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02: Kris Kringle

Altogether, it's pretty simple; you put everyone's name on a piece of paper and mix them together, select one and buy that one person them a present. There's a couple of other rules as well; if someone gets their own name, they re-do it and there's normally a limit how much someone is supposed to spend. What makes it much more exciting is that the giver will remain anonymous until gift exchanging day—they might not ever be revealed.

That went for Katsuki as well, looking at the big red and white striped box with a fancy gold bow on top that was found parked by her allocated desk, underneath her chair. Checking it actually belonged to her, which it did judging at the gift tag that labelled her full name in a neat cursive script, the girl went to pick it up. Damn, it was pretty heavy! Not that heavy, mind you, but heavier than she expected. Just what was in this thing anyway? Weights?

There didn't seem to be a name either on the gifter either, now that she was checking it out. On top of that, she had, unfortunately, come to school late that day and most of the class was already here so she couldn't just 'narrow it done' or anything.

It reminded her of her own gift, tucked inside a green paper bag, which she dumped outside said person's locker.

Out all of the people she had to draw from a hat, Katsuki got Asui. It took her five minutes of blank complication and the overhearing of a nearby conversation, to realise that the name belonged to froggy girl.

Didn't expect that, did you? No, you probably didn't.

The foul-mouth student, not knowing anything about, literally, any of her classmates, bought random green and frog shit from the local two dollar store and shoved in a bag altogether. That seemed to work out alright and the total price coped well with her.

But now she had her own present which most of her attention was on. Ripping off the lid after settling the cardboard box on the table, she peered inside. Katsuki noticed that some of her classmates were looking but was too damn curious to care.

The first item to greet her was white fabric, a character from what she recognised as the Black Bomber (or whatever name it's supposed to be called) printed on it with the word 'BOOOOOOM!' Written in fiery capitals. Taking it out, she realised it was a jumper with a hood—the girl quickly decided she liked it.

Next up, that weird fluffy thing in the corner. Damn, there was a lot of stuff in her gift, she thought as she distantly wondered how much all it cost. Turned out the brown grumpy teddy bear given to her was 1500 yen. Who on earth would buy such an expensive thing as a gift and why the hell did they leave the price tag on?!

Despite her scowling, Katsuki found the soft plush toy kinda cute.

The last part of the present was made up of a bunch of books, packing the container to the brim. Must have been what made the thing so heavy. Looking at the title, 99 Ways to Deal with Anger Issues; Beginner's Guide, her mind froze. She began taking out the items one by one, increasingly becoming more bloodthirsty each time; Herbal Remedies to Ease Mental Conflict, Meditating Tips, Number One Best Seller — How to Become More Approachable, What Causes Stress and How to Deal with it, Guideline to a Satisfying Life, Let's All Be Friends: Parts 1 - 6, Traditional Ways to Relieve Stress, English Dictionary: Censored Edition, Just Relax!

"...Just which fucker... GAVE ME THIS SHIT?!" Katsuki swore, miniature explosions forming in her hands from sheer anger, "I swear, I'm fucking murder you and send you straight to the pits of hell! I fucking dare you, show yourself you little piece of shit!"

All of Class 1-A had at least gotten one death threat from the girl during the year and managed to comprehend they were empty (sorta) by the second term. Most of them were either quiet in order to attempt not to anger her any more than she already was or trying not to burst out laughing, those who were standing nearby her and had seen the titles of the books.

A couple of meters away from the girl, a certain half white and red haired boy coughed awkwardly as he looked away and he turned his back to her.

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03: That awkward scene where your childhood friend that hates your guts and wants nothing more than murder you's mother invites your family over for a Christmas Gather.

"...Uh, hey Kacchan," Izuku tried not to cringe at the way his voice sounded or flinch from the glare he received. Just why did this have to happen to him？

His mum and her mother were good friends, that he knew but their relationship was as rocky as a mountain's edge—apparently, the two women (still) think that they are best of friends and (forced) had them share the couch together to eat supper while all the mums ate at the dining table.

The tension was so high, it would be visible from a thousand mile away and the boy poor boy thought he was going to suffocate any moment.

Without looking at the pathetic nerd from a school like Yuuei, Katsuki picked up her bowl and started chewing on her noodles. Deku followed her after a few moments.

"Oi, Katsuki!" The shout of Mitsuki which echoed from the kitchen made the two teens freeze, "Help me work these speakers! I can't get the damn Bluetooth thing to work!"

She grumbled, placing her bowl on the coffee table and walked through the wide door, "Coming, you old hag!"

"What did you say?!" There were laughs and a bit of chatter from the room next door. Izuku can't help but sweatdrop; what a relationship the two of them shared...

He carried on eating. After five minutes, the boy was left fiddling with his fingers. Then he got up, with the plan of bringing his dish to the sink when he noticed his classmate's one, lying on the table cold; it was empty.

No wonder why she didn't return, Deku thought as he went out with full hands. As the green haired boy stepped over familiar polished wooden planks, he glanced at the window. It showed the backyard and he faintly remembered playing there, when it was sunny and they were younger; those were the memories...

"Huh?" Izuku squinted through his foggy reflection and the dark surface, seeing a familiar figure wearing casual and thin clothes as she stood freakishly still.

Huh? Was that Kacchan? Why was she just... standing there? It was really cold too and she was wearing her indoor outfit.

Curiosity got the best of him as he quickly did his job and made his way to the backyard's door. It took a couple of turns as he hadn't been in her house for ages but he got there.

With a click, the knob turned and he was greeted with frosty air. The sight that was in front of him was... holy.

The sky was pitch black with scattered dark grey clouds, hiding the bottom edge of a half moon. It was peacefully quiet and chilly, a serene picture from a movie. To top that off, white dust gently fluttered from above like confetti, melting when it landed on his nose.

But he was focused on the lone person in the scene, staring up at what he was looking at that very moment.

"...Oi. What do you want?" Said a quiet voice. So he had been noticed after all.

With new found courage, the high school student found himself a spot next to his childhood friend.

"It's really pretty," He said, air going out in slow puffy breaths.

Katsuki grunts in response.

"Also, before I forget. I got a present for you. I'll give it to you inside,"

"Later," She muttered, "...And yeah, me too. Don't get me wrong, my mum forced me to get it,"

"O-okay..."