Preparing for a Field Trip.

As September fell into October, the seasons began to change. Leaves turned to an auburn red, and class 1-A had begun to develop their quirks even further. In the expanse of one month, Anzu had gained complete control of her quirk. After the bug experiment, new discoveries showed up every day. She could completely choose which nerve she wanted to shut off, and how to maintain the balance between the others. The most important thing that she learned was the fact that her quirk was temporary. Depending on how long she held the nerve in sight during the constellation faze, decided on how long it would last outside of it. It also depended on how many people she was using it on. Anzu also discovered two main flaws in her quirk. One being that it took at least thirty seconds of direct eye contact for it to work. If that was broken in any way, she would have to repeat the process all over again, the only exceptions being animals. For animals the entire process was different. They had much fewer nerves than the human nervous system, making it easier to control. The second flaw being, if her eye were to be covered while in the process, she could run the risk of short circuiting her own nerves, causing permanent nerve damage. This could also be caused if she overused it. She had been studying about fighting techniques for a full month with the help of Bakugou. She still hadn't beaten him in hand to hand combat, but she was coming shockingly close. In her spare time, she worked on her physical traits. She had formed a decent amount of upper body strength and stamina. She was nowhere close to the rest of the class, but she was training at twice their rate, and with any luck she would catch up soon. After the two Bakugous incident, there were no more attacks. Whatever had come, decided to never come back. For that she was glad. Overall, she would have to say the best part was her new appreciation for her quirk. For as long as she could remember, it was a mistake. An accident. Now however, she really felt she could make a difference. She could save someone's life. She would trade her own life simply to do that once. To know, that someone out there is still with their family. And that someone, can do whatever they want. They can go anywhere in the world. Places you cannot. And think of all the tears you saved. The thought made her smile. In the end it would be worth it. All of it.

"Alright listen up." Aizawa ordered from the front of his class. He shuffled some papers together on his desk, glaring up at his students like their very existence was annoying.

"Unlike last year, our week long training camp will take place somewhere much more disclosed. We chose this spot specifically for the harsher weather and terrain." He clicked a button on his remote, projecting a mountain smothered in snow on the white board.

"It will be cold. And wet. So bring what's necessary. If you don't have winter clothes I suggest you go buy some. That's all." He finished, and to everyone's shock falling flat on the floor. Nearly the whole class jumped up at once, only to see that he fell into a yellow sleeping bag. Well he certainty seems happy to be going. She thought sarcastically. She didn't care though. She was so incredibly excited she could barely contain herself. For as long as she could remember she had wanted to see the snow and the mountains she read all about in her history books. She couldn't wait to feel the soft snow on her hands. She wanted to know what it would feel like when it melted. Would it happen right away? Was it actually water? Why do people catch the flakes on their tongues? She couldn't wait to see the monstrous proportions of it all.

The entire day seemed to drag on forever. She was remembering what Aizawa had said about it being cold up in the mountains. She knew that everyone had versions of their suits designed for snowy weather, but she had just turned in the model for her suit, never mind a warm one. About the only thing warm she had in her wardrobe was the hoodie Bakugou had lent her. And she wasn't even supposed to still have that. She didn't have the money to buy clothes either. She would've said something to Aizawa, but he seemed pretty agitated he was getting sucked into another field trip, and she didn't want to bother him. So she just decided to be cold. She actually didn't mind the cold that much, proffered it much more to the heat anyway. Anzu had also grown accustomed to hanging out with the group that the class dubbed Bakusquad. It was composed of Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Mina, and now the new addition of Anzu. She could tell Mina was ecstatic that she was no longer the only girl in the group. For hanging around so many guys, she still did have a taste for girly stuff. She walked back from school with them everyday, and sat with them at lunch. It was kind of funny that they were considered the group of rebels. Every single person in it except Bakugou were still some of the nicest people she had ever met. She had also gotten pretty close to Yaoyorozu. As she walked home with her group, she noticed them talking about the previous field trip. Apparently it hadn't gone over well, and she had heard from Kirishima that Bakugou had been kidnapped by the league of villains. She had been warned not to bring it up to Bakugou because apparently it was a sore topic. Something about his role model retiring. She was also told that was why he was being even more of a jerk than usual. She would have to keep that in mind when addressing him.

"Come on! How many times do I have to tell you to put your back into it!?" Bakugou asked, grabbing her fist, twisting her around, and slamming her into the floor. Anzu hopped back up, but to her surprise he hadn't let go of her wrist. She twisted it in the other direction, forcing his grip off. He was on her again in seconds. She dodged an attack from her left. She might be slower than him, but she had more strategy in mind. As he forced his fist out into a left hook, she caught it in a block, she then grabbed it, swinging him around and forcing him to his knees. They were both panting.

"It's about time! I was about to kill you." He said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Let's move on to the next drill." He said, getting up and stretching out his arms. Anzu took a moment to catch her breath. Training with him was nice because he didn't pull any punches, but she didn't feel that way when she got up in the morning and was covered in bruises.

"Hurry up. I want to finish this before the training camp." He said, getting back into his fighting position. She gave an exasperated sigh.

"Coming!" She said, walking back into the ring. She began to pinpoint previous spots she had landed a hit on. She would have to aim for those if she was going to get anywhere. He opened with a kick to the back of her knees. She was able to step away from it just in time, but he used the momentum to spring up at her. She blocked this attack, trying to deal a blow to his jaw, but missing by a fragment, as he dodged. They both landed a foot away from each other. He reached out to grab the collar of her shirt, she went to dodge but misjudged his speed. He reared back swinging her around and elbowing her in the ribs. It hurt like hell, but she used the opportunity to finally give him that punch to the jawline. They both fell backwards again. Anzu held her throbbing rib cage, and Bakugou clicked his jaw, cracking his neck. She had really done it now. He jumped at her, this time propelling himself with his quirk.

"Hey! That's cheating!" She said, barely blocking the kick.

"All's fair in love and war!" He laughed, giving her an obnoxious grin. She wanted to desperately to give him a taste of his own medicine. Leave him motionless for a good hour, then see what he thinks is fair. But she had been strictly instructed not to tell or show anyone her quirk. Not even people she trusted. And at this point, the angry blonde jerk and Aizawa were the only ones she could say she trusted. He aimed another blow at her, little popping sounds shooting from his palms. Anzu knew she didn't have the speed to dodge, so she crossed her arms over her face and took the full brunt of the blow. He had put extra umph onto it with his other hand. This resulted into a much stronger attack than he had wanted. He had made a small dent in the ground, as he stood over her, victorious. They both panted heavily.

"Shit. You okay?" He asked removing his hand, and offering to help her up. The second he realized how soft that sounded he got mad at himself. After all this time training with her, he knew she wasn't that weak.

"Ugh I'm fine." She said, taking the hand gratefully. She could now see the burn mark on her arm. It was shaped like a hand print. it didn't hurt much at all, she wouldn't even call it a first degree burn. It still didn't look great.

"Damn it. If I knew you were going to block I wouldn't have gone that hard." He said staring at the burn angrily. No... Don't be silly. Nothing was ever his fault. It was always her that made the mistake. She thought to herself sarcastically. She was used to it at this point

"You didn't give me much of a choice. And I thought all's fair in love and war?" She said, a mocking grin on her lips. This seemed to make him angry.

"Shut up. Let's go." He said walking away with his common hunched over posture. She was shocked he didn't have vertebrae issues at this point. She had to run to catch up to him.

"So... Do you think I've gotten any better?" She asked, a hopeful look in her eye. The look he gave her was cold, freezing over her warmth. "Ugh come on... not even a little bit!?" She whined.

"Tch. Yeah. You've improved a little. Nothing to get excited over though." He said, breaking the eye contact. She gave him a big smile. She really hated Bakugou, but for some reason she still caught herself hanging around him. How weird was that? Maybe it was because he was always genuine. He never had a problem telling her the flat truth. Even if it sucked.

"Why are you smiling?" He barked, annoyance tinting his voice. She smiled bigger.

"Becaauuuse. That's the first time you've complemented my skills. And people usually smile when they get compliments. You're just weird." She snickered, walking backwards so she could face him. This whole experience had changed her into a completely different person. Someone she actually hated less. But no matter how much she lied to herself, there was still words constantly writhing in the back of her mind. The most common one being animal. No matter how much she ignored it, laughed at it, denied it, It wouldn't leave. And she was getting sick of it pretty quickly. She stopped pulling at her chains for years, but after all this it felt like they had grown tighter, and the more she struggled the more tired she got. It was up to her to decide whether it was her chains or her wrists that would snap first.

When they entered the dorms together, they both walked into the kitchen. Kirishima was in charge of the food that night. There was a lot of meat involved. Kiri left what he was doing to come say hi. The second he saw Anzu's arm he marched straight up to Bakugou.

"I told you to stop being so aggressive! This is the second time this week! What's you're problem!?" He asked smacking Bakugou upside the head. Bakugou turned around slowly. At this moment... Kiri knew... He fucked up. Anzu made sure the meat didn't burn while Kiri was chased around the house several times. They all ate together and talked about the field trip. To her surprise, a lot of people didn't seem to happy. It always came back to the previous one, and everything that had gone wrong. Apparently a lot of her friends had been hospitalized due to a poisonous gas that was released. By the time dinner was over and they had both gotten up the stairs, they were exhausted.

"Aizawa told me to let you know that when we get back from the mountains my dorm will be ready." She said, falling face first onto the rock solid floor. She had to admit, she was excited for a real mattress. The only thing she would miss from this place was the TV. It was the only spot she could watch movies. One of the few things in this world that could take her anywhere. She almost loved them more than life itself, which now thinking about it was kind of sad. She didn't care though. She enjoyed when Bakugou would join her too, and sometimes Kiri. One time she was talked into watching a chick flick from Uraraka, which she immediately regretted. She didn't understand anything about love, so the whole thing was just kind of embarrassing. She couldn't understand why dancing in the rain would be romantic, or even fun for that matter. Wouldn't you just be wet? And cold? For no reason? She shook her head at the though. Bakugou had shown her all of his favorites, which were mostly derived of violence and fighting. Which she couldn't say she disliked. They were pretty interesting. One time he asked her what she wanted to watch. That was a stressful night. She would've played it off on the transfer student excuse, but she had promised him she would cut the act with that. Nothing she had watched had anything close to violence in it. Most of it was for schooling purposes such as history films and science films. She frowned. Wouldn't want to give the animal any ideas now would we? In the end, they just wound up watching one of his after an hour long argument. She was going to miss it though. And though he would never admit it, she liked to think he would too. He seemed to enjoy having someone to yell at the screen with when fight scenes came on, or scoff at the cheesy romantics. Bakugou turned out the lights and put on Ocean's 11. She actually learned that she liked casino settings very much. She loved the lively colors and the bustling people all winning prizes and loosing. Everyone there was lively.

"Hey Bakugou?" She asked hesitantly. Anzu knew she was about to regret what she was going to ask.

"What." He said, two sharp crimson eyes appearing from over the corner of the bed.

"You think I could come here to watch a movie once or twice? When I get my own dorm I won't have a TV. Plus none of the girls have any action movies on hand." She said trying to block out the red in her face. It really was an awkward question. Especially asking someone like him. He took a moment of thought. Then the crimson eyes darted away.

"If you want. But you have to ask." He said, laying back down. He tried his best to make his tone spiky, but he couldn't avoid the small grin that crept up on him. He could deny it all he wanted but he didn't hate the company. Especially when the company wasn't constantly in his face, worrying about him and shit. Anzu also smiled to herself. That was the last answer she was expecting but nothing made her happier. Did this mean she could successfully call him a good friend? Maybe not. He would never call it that. Maybe just... odd friends. That sounded better.