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2025-08-10
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Summary:

Bakugou dressed a girl in the club basically,, buutttt it’s for school
he just likes messing with class1A and a few outside of them all 😜
(Plus the mention of some BANGER songs by my taste) THERE WILL BE MORE CHAPTERS I DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT 1/? OKAY

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It was last period, a silence had fallen upon the classroom (miraculously); Pencils and pens scrape across paper an odd cough or two making the silence more comfortable.

“Bakugou see me after class.” A sharp voice cutting through the silence, looking up from their desk the class somehow became even more quiet. That was soon stopped from a soft murmur of ‘ooos’ coming from Denki and Sero, before starting to giggle. Bakugou is quick to retaliate rising from his chair turning to face them. “Shut the hell up, dumbasses,” the sound of crackling from Bakugou’s palm and a deep scowl quickly shuts the two up, they don’t really want to risk death today. Bakugou shoots a are before turning back to the front and asking “why?” He knows he’s not going to get an answer it’s Mr Aizawa after all.

“I’ll tell you why after class.” Mr Aizawas voice was tired, so no different than usual, but it was obvious that he wanted to get the day over and done with. So no reply of disagreement came, only a small grunt of acknowledgement, and the leftover grumbling of Denki saying that he wasn’t a dumbass. There was no reply to that statement, a sob of betrayal followed.
After the class soon settles back into the quietness there was before only a few conversations are started and are quickly ended from the stern glare of Mr Aizawa. He just wanted the peace and quiet from before but even he knows he had to enjoy it while it lasted.

Soon the bell rings the end of the day had arrived, the liveliness of the class returns the volume of the picking up quickly. The class rushes to pack up eager to get back to the dorms and relax hopefully catching up on any homework (which is NOT going to happen keep dreaming teachers).
The last to leave were Kirishima and sero probably asking about later any study sessions with Bakugou because honestly studying with Iida sounded terrifying and studying with Bakugou isn’t that bad only if you don’t pay any attention. Which Denki gets most of the blundering from anyway.
After the two leave only Bakugou and Aizawa remain, picking up his bag Bakugou walks towards the front and asks “ soo what project did you want to talk about?” Stopping a step or two away from his teachers desk.

Aizawas eyes widen, not necessarily in surprise but he’s glad he doesn’t have to take more time getting to the point, he might as well ask Bakugou the obvious question though, “How did you know that?” A scowl forms over Bakugou’s face with grimace ,
“Mr microphone talks too loud, heard him over the phone.” The statement if followed by a eye roll as if Present Mic talking causes him physical pain, which wouldn’t be surprising.

“Of course,” Aizawa knows he should step out the classroom to take work calls, but at this point no one takes notice to them or well he didn’t think anyone did; tapping his pen against the desk Aizawa continues “Yes I did want to talk to you about the next work project.” Following this he pulls out some documents from a disorganised pile on the side of his desk.
“Well?” Bakugou shifts his weight on one leg impatience rising, eyes following the pile of papers as Aizawa flicks through them to a certain page.
“The school knows of your modelling background from your mother,” A huff escapes Bakugous mouth, he isn’t concerned of the knowledge of his work outside the school he’s just pissed that the hag takes pride in spilling it everywhere, to everyone.
“So Nezu has suggested you take part in the physical disguise work of your next test.” Aizawa raises his head to meet Bakugou’s eyes, Bakugou retaliates by crossing his arms and leaning his weight on to the back of his heels.

“Which means?” The most obvious statement to say really but speeding the conversation up wouldn’t be bad, he does have homework to do (cough cough nerd).
Aizawa sits back in his chair fixing his previously hunched posture trying to find the words to explain the task set at hand, “well you would need to disguise yourself in the club setting ,which was chosen, and your classmates would need to work out who’s the mole.” Picking his coffee mug up taking a sip as he finishes, it sounds simple enough.

Bakugou raises an eyebrow, “So a game of ‘Where’s Wally’.” A small smirk playing on his face, a children’s game.
“To put it in moderation, yes.” Aizawa debates while setting down his coffee mug, leaning his elbows against his desk, “You have a couple months to decide so,”
Bakugou interrupts before Aizawa can finish his sentence
“Sure.”
Aizawa slowly asks “You agree?” Not fully believing he heard him right.
“Well when the extras lose I’ll get to brag in their faces so yeah,” A manic grin grows on Bakugou face, he’s really going to enjoy this, “I agree.”
Aizawa nods, he at least doesn’t have to spend ages waiting for a reply “That was a lot easier than expected, but good” grabbing a pen and paper and writing down on a piece of paper most likely the agreement form to whatever Bakugou’s signed up to do.
“Any details I need to know now?” Bakugou askes in order of quickly getting the interaction over and done with.

“Specifically no, but you can text me on the emergency contact if you have any more questions.” Aizawa says without raising his head showing that this conversation is done with and that he can now leave to the dorms.
“Kay.” Turning on his heels Bakugou starts to make an exit towards the classrooms door, just as he reaches the doorway a voice draws from behind him.
“Can’t wait to see what you’ll have planned Bakugou, I’m sure it won’t fail”

Turing around a smile spreads across his face his pride revealing itself “When have I ever failed Mr Aizawa.”
A content huff escapes Aizawas lips, “True enough, problem child.” Bakugou then steps out leaving for towards the dorms already creating a plan for this project in his head. He’s going to need to call his dad, and a few of his work colleagues.