#wherein bkdk are the campus cryptid bfs that all the seniors warn the incoming freshies about lol

[kewltie]

It is only Toki’s third week at U.A. University when he sees a blond man hauling a lifeless body over his shoulder as he cuts across the northern courtyard in the middle of the night with a few stragglers wandering around. “S-sempai, should we do something?” he asks hysterically, because what the fuck. Is anybody seeing this, but him? “Like, maybe call security?”

Seo squints at the figure across the field, frowning and then shrugs. “Oh, that’s just Bakugou and Midoriya.” She waves his concern away.

Wincing, Toki know those names. They’re infamous. Notorious, really. “Am I supposed to be relieved by that?”

It’s the first lesson his RA taught him at his freshman orientation: “Your campus life would be much easier if you stay clear of Bakugou and Midoriya.” It was said with such gravitas that Toki almost rescind his enrollment right then and there.

Nobody can be that bad, right? Not even with the way the rumor mill churns about these two? He’d tried to reason to himself before the fear can completely overtake him. It must be something fun and stupid, a prank the seniors like to play on their kouhai just to give them a little scare, but the first time he ever heard anything about the notorious duo outside of his dorm were the murmurs of Midoriya getting drag out of anatomy class by the campus police for releasing the frogs meant for dissection that day in the lab and Bakugou had cursed up a storm as he bailed him out afterward.

His classmates in his Freshman English comp class couldn’t stop talking about it when pictures of Midoriya waving cheekily at the crowd of curious onlookers as he was dragged out of the Health Science building in handcuffs by a weary campus officer made its way onto the college’s social media page.

Toki didn’t look.

Didn’t dare to actually, because he’d come to UA with the promise of the best academics and athletics department in the entire country to back him up, and not for this kind of shitshow. All he wanted was to graduate at the top of his class and in peace. Please. He doesn’t have time for any of this craziness. Except two days after Midoriya got in trouble with the campus police, Bakugou got into some kind of an oral fight with his professor they spent a good thirty minutes arguing in front of the whole class while Bakugou made it clear he doesn’t give a crap about ‘the pivotal ukiyo-e art movement during the Edo period that illustrated the common’s folk life’ but won’t drop the class.

The audacity and absurdity of the story spread around like wildfire across campus as more and more people retold it to their curious and enraptured classmates, because apparently this was not the first or the last time Bakugou had went head to head with a professor because he refuse to keep his opinions to himself.

Bakugou has too many opinions and a lack of filters, while Midoriya is just plain insane.

Toki didn’t need to hear anything more about these two to know his RA’s advice wasn’t so much an advice as it was a very grave and serious warning not to be taken lightly especially now, when he faces the two nightmares that has been menacing their elite campus while systemically rewrite their class rankings one test at a time.

“Think of those two as urban legends. Fun to speculate about, but should be avoided at all costs lest you get caught up in it,” she tells him. A familiar refrain he had heard again and again from various seniors already.

“How am I supposed to avoid them when they’re right there in front of me?” he demands heatedly, gesturing wildly toward the two of them. “And what are they even doing anyway?!” Toki stares at his sempai incredulously and she grins, patting his shoulder as though that would offer any comfort to him.

“It’s a Tuesday so Midoriya always stay late at the science library to study so Bakugou often have to come and drag him back to their dorm,” she explains cheerfully against his heavy skepticism. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

He turns his attention back toward the scene unfolding before him, in the middle of the night and under the cloak of darkness, as the blond man proceeds to ignore everything else and drags his partner in what is reminisced of a post-murder action of deposing a body like it’s all a dreadfully normal occurrence that happen on the campus grounds.  Abruptly, the formerly lifeless body jerks up and lets out a pitiful whine as he struggles against the man’s grip. Bakugou drops the body to the ground in a loud thump and walks away without a single word as Midoriya rolls around on the grass for a bit longer before reluctantly drags himself up and chases after Bakugou’s departing figure.

“Kacchan, wait up!” Midoriya shouts after him.  

Toki stares and stares at the empty space they had left behind, stupefied by what he had just witnessed.

“Ah, yes,” Seo says, like the voice of someone who had long suffered under the dangerous duo. “Don’t even try to make sense of it. This is the Bakugou and Midoriya’s show. We’re just lucky enough to get to watch it play out live and not be part of it.”