Hey everyone! I had to change the POV since it was becoming a pain in my butt. Hope you enjoy the story :) Let me know what you think of the change.

Chapter 1:

It was a Tuesday

Bakugo was gathering up his things to leave class for the day. Mr. Aizawa walked over to him and informed him that the principal wanted to see him. He rolled his eyes and threw his bag over his shoulder, walking down to the principal's office. He couldn't think of a reason the principal would want to see him. He was still one of the top three students in his class. He slowly opened the door to the office, Mr. Principal was at his desk organizing papers.

"You wanted to see me sir?" Bakugo said, sounding bored.

"Ah Katuski, yes please come in and have a seat" Mr. Principal said, motioning to the couch in the middle of his office. Bakugo sat down and spread his arms across the back, looking at the ceiling, "would you like some tea?" he asked

"Nah I'm good" Bakugo replied, and looked forwards to notice the principal's slight glare, "thank you" he mumbled in response.

Mr. Principal walked over and crawled upon a chair placed across from the couch. For being so small, he held an air of intimidation that made Bakugo sit up slightly on the couch. He cleared his throat, "Katsuki, do you enjoy UA?" he asked

Bakugo furrowed his brow in confusion, "Uhhh, yeah? Why?" he asked

"Since you began attending this school, your actions have showed me differently. The unruly behavior at the sports festival, being unable to obtain your provisional hero license and most recently, challenging Midoryia to a fight on school grounds is all behavior that we can both agree that one of the top students at UA should not be displaying"

"Wait, what are you-"

"That coupled with the circumstances surrounding the incidence with the villains at the summer program, many would agree that expulsion may be in order"

"Wait hold on!"

Their eyes locked, a visible shiver going through Bakugo under the icy stare, "I, however; believe that is a bit extreme. Though, intervention is in order. I have already spoken with your parents, and we have agreed that as part of your requirements for staying in the dorms, you will also be required to attend counseling with recovery girl"

A blank expression came over Bakugo's face, "but-but is she-"

"Through her career, she has obtained credentials in which make her more than qualified to counsel you. You will meet with her on Thursdays after your classes have finished."

"But what about homework"

"That will still be your responsibility. I believe that with your work ethic you will be able to maintain without issues. So will you agree?"

Bakugo looked away, glaring at the door like it was personally responsible for bringing him into this situation, "… Yeah…"

Mr. Principal clapped his hands together, "Wonderful! You will start this Friday at four in Recovery Girl's office." Bakugo nodded slightly, meeting his gaze once more.

Is that all you needed?"

"Yes, thank you for meeting with me Katsuki" Mr. Principal crawled down from the chair and made his way back over to his desk and Bakugo stood, "and one more thing"

"Yeah?"

"Understand that your future here is not guaranteed. I want you to take this counseling seriously"

Bakugo looked at the ground, adjusting his bag slightly on his shoulder, "Yes sir"

"Have a good rest of your day" he said, and with that Bakugo left his office.

That Friday, Bakugo stood in front of Recovery Girl's office after class. A student came out with her in tow, rubbing his stomach.

"Thank you Recovery Girl, I thought I would never stop throwing up" the student said, and Bakugo cringed slightly.

"Never a problem dear, now you go and get some rest. Ah Bakugo, yes please come in." She said and lead him into her office. Sitting across from her office chair was a small desk chair. He set his bag next to the chair and sat down, shoving his hands in his pockets and glaring slightly at her.

"Nope, hands in your lap" she barked at him, taking a seat herself and pulling a clip board from off her desk

"What?" he said, not moving.

"I want to be able to analyze your emotions. Within the duration of these sessions, you will sit with your hands in your lap, palms up" she stated matter-of-factly.

He adjusted himself in the seat and sat as she had indicated, his fingers twitching slightly, "Like this?" he asked

"Yes." She stated, "Let us first start out this session by laying down some ground rules. Throughout the session you are to sit like that. From what I know of your quirk, when you begin to get angry or irritated, your hands begin to spark. Throughout the session, my challenge to you is to not spark throughout the entire session. If I ask a question that you feel uncomfortable answering, then I need you to tell me, however; we will return to it at a later date. I also want you to answer all my questions as honestly as possible. Do you think you can do that?"

A soft growl erupted from his throat, "Can we just get this over with?"

"I'll take that as a yes"