Kacchan's Crew

by Milky_boom11

Summary:

Class 1-A’s peaceful day is completely derailed when three random guys show up at the dorm, demanding to see Bakugou.

These strangers clearly know him, but what really throws the class into complete chaos is that Bakugou has friends—other than his usual Bakusquad. The trio casually teases him, and despite his usual rage, Bakugou not only smiles but lets them hug him without even using his quirk.

Class 1-A is left in utter shock, questioning everything they thought they knew about their volatile classmate. Seriously, Bakugou has a secret squad and no one knew?! The chaos and confusion are off the charts.

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Chapter 1

If you asked Class 1-A what they thought about Bakugou Katsuki, you'd get a wide range of answers. Some would call him a ruthless bastard with no sense of humor, while others might describe him as an old man trapped in a kid’s body—especially considering his strict sleeping schedule. A few would insist he’s a tsundere, constantly denying his emotions, and a closeted nerd with an embarrassing love for strategy games and battle analysis.

But if there was one thing they could all agree on, it was that Bakugou Katsuki had only a handful of friends. People like Kirishima Eijiro and the rest of the so-called Baku-Squad were the only ones who could tolerate his explosive personality.

Or at least, that’s what they thought.

Because, as it turns out, they were very, very wrong and soon they were about to find out.

 

Today wasn’t anything special for Class 1-A, but it was shaping up to be a pretty good day.

Due to an unfortunate—or fortunate, depending on how you looked at it—accident the previous day, their classroom was currently undergoing repairs. Some General Studies student had somehow managed to blow a massive hole in the wall, and since the school deemed it unsafe for use, the 1-A students were given the day off. No classes, no training, no Aizawa giving them that tired, soul-draining stare.

They were making the most of it.

Kaminari was lazily sprawled across the couch, half-asleep, while Sero lay on the floor, tossing a roll of tape in the air. Jirou and Ashido were having a heated battle in a fighting game, with Ashido cackling every time she landed a hit. Tokoyami was sitting in the corner, reading some deep, philosophical book that nobody else could understand. Iida, despite the free time, had taken it upon himself to lecture Yaoyorozu about time management, which she politely nodded along to while sipping tea. Todoroki sat nearby, seemingly indifferent to the noise, quietly eating soba.

Everything was peaceful… until there was a knock at the front door.

The sound cut through the air, making everyone pause.

“Who the hell could that be?” Kirishima asked, looking up from where he sat.

“No clue,” Ashido muttered, tossing her controller aside. “We weren’t expecting anyone, right?”

Yaoyorozu frowned and closed her book. “Is anyone expecting visitors?”

Silence. The class exchanged looks, but nobody spoke up.

Then the knocking came again—louder this time, more impatient.

“Okay, that’s kinda sketchy,” Jirou said, grabbing one of her earlobes as if preparing for trouble.

“Maybe it’s a teacher?” Ojirou suggested, though he didn’t sound convinced.

“Doubt it,” Kaminari mumbled without lifting his head. “Aizawa-sensei would just phase through the walls like a ghost.”

“Aizawa-sensei does not phase through walls,” Iida corrected with a dramatic arm movement.

“Not literally,” Kaminari groaned.

Ignoring them, Iida straightened up. “Regardless, as class representative, it is my duty to answer the door.”

Yaoyorozu followed behind him, though her expression was cautious. “Be careful.”

Everyone else gathered closer, curiosity sparking. Todoroki stood up, chewing his soba slower than before. Even Sero sat up properly.

Iida placed a firm hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and swung the door open.

The moment the door opened, the mood shifted.

Standing there were three guys who definitely didn’t look like they belonged on U.A. grounds.

The first was a lean guy with jet-black hair styled into an undercut, a lip piercing gleaming under the dorm lights. His posture screamed confidence—or arrogance. Maybe both.

The second was taller, broader, with shoulder-length brown hair. He had a tattoo on his left arm that was half-visible under the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt. Something about him gave off a rough, older vibe, but… he also looked too young to legally have a tattoo.

The third was shorter and stockier, with large red wings spread from his back, making him appear even bigger than he was. He had a relaxed stance, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, but his sharp eyes scanned the group with interest.

They looked like delinquents. Like thugs. Like the kind of guys who shouldn’t be standing in front of the 1-A dorms at all.

“Uh…” Kaminari blinked. “Did we… order a gang?”

“Shut up,” Jirou hissed.

The guy with the undercut smirked. “Yo. Is Katsuki here?”

Kirishima immediately stepped forward, arms slightly tense. “What do you need from him?” His usual friendly demeanor was replaced by something more guarded.

“Chill, lil bro,” the tattooed guy said smoothly. “We know him. Just call him here. He’ll explain.”

1-A wasn’t convinced. Nobody moved to let them in. The air in the dorm became charged with silent tension, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.

Then, a loud, irritated voice rang from upstairs.

“Who the hell is makin’ all that noise?!”

A moment later, heavy footsteps thundered down the stairs.

Bakugou Katsuki appeared at the top of the staircase, his hair a spiky mess, his usual scowl deepened by irritation. He was wearing a loose black tank top and gray sweatpants, clearly having just woken up. His crimson eyes flickered toward the door, locking onto the three visitors.

And then—shockingly—he didn’t explode.

Instead, his expression changed to something unreadable.

“…The hell are you guys doin’ here?”

That single sentence was all it took for 1-A to lose their collective minds.

 

"Awww, aren’t you happy to see us, Katsuki?” the guy with the wings teased, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement.

Bakugou scowled.

“Yeah, Kitikat, tell your little friends to let us in already,” the undercut guy added with a smirk.

Before Bakugou could even think of a response, Kirishima suddenly lunged forward, shielding him with his body like an overprotective guard dog.

“Stay back, Bakubro! I won’t let them take you!” he declared dramatically, spreading his arms as if to block them.

That was all it took for the rest of Class 1-A to spring into action.

“We won’t let you kidnap our classmate!” Kaminari shouted, sparks of electricity crackling in his palms.

“State your business, delinquents!” Iida demanded, chopping the air with exaggerated movements.

“Yeah, what do you want from Bakugou you gangsters?” Ashido added, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Todoroki, though silent, subtly moved closer, his heterochromatic gaze sharp as he assessed the newcomers. Jirou had one earphone jack lowered, ready to strike. Yaoyorozu looked prepared to create something defensive, just in case.

The three newcomers blinked in shock, clearly caught off guard. Then, the tattooed guy raised a brow and muttered, “Whoa, whoa, whoa—what gang?”

“Yeah, we’re not some gangsters, bruh.” The undercut guy scoffed before reaching into his pocket and waving a slightly crumpled piece of paper in front of them. “We got permission to be here, see? Your hobo teacher signed off on it.”

He held the slip closer so they could all read it.

Silence.

The entire class collectively deflated as realization hit them.

“Oh…” Yaoyorozu cleared her throat, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“Oh shit,” Kaminari whispered.

Kirishima, still standing in front of Bakugou protectively, hesitated. “…Wait, so you guys aren’t here to—”

“Of course not, dumbass,” the winged guy huffed, crossing his arms. “We just came to visit.”

Now it was their turn to look insulted.

“Sukii, how could you not defend our honor?” the winged dude whined dramatically, clutching his chest like Bakugou had just betrayed him.

At the sound of the nickname, everyone’s heads snapped toward Bakugou so fast it was a miracle no one got whiplash.

“Sukii?” Kaminari mouthed, barely holding back laughter.

The class waited, eyes darting between Bakugou and the three mysterious visitors.

And then—something unthinkable happened.

Bakugou… smiled.

Not a smirk. Not a grin fueled by the prospect of violence.

A real, genuine smile.

It was small, barely there, but unmistakable.

“…Not my fault you idiots look like criminals,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets, but there was no bite in his tone. Just familiarity.

It was like time froze.

Class 1-A stared at him in pure, unfiltered shock.

Todoroki had actually stopped eating. Iida’s glasses nearly slipped off his face. Kaminari had his hand over his mouth like he was witnessing something sacred. Jirou’s earlobes twitched as if trying to confirm what her eyes were seeing.

Mina gasped dramatically, clutching Kirishima’s arm. “Bro… is this a dream? Are we dreaming?”

Kirishima, mouth hanging open, looked just as stunned. “I… I don’t know…”

“This has to be a prank,” Sero muttered. “Maybe a shapeshifter? Is Camie around?”

Yaoyorozu looked like she was trying to rationalize the phenomenon scientifically. “Perhaps… prolonged exposure to familiar individuals can induce a shift in emotional responses…”

“He’s smiling,” Kaminari choked out, voice cracking. “Like, a real one. I—I don’t know how to process this.”

“Apocalypse,” Tokoyami whispered grimly. “The world is ending.”

The three visitors, however, seemed completely unfazed by Bakugou’s expression, as if it wasn’t anything new to them. The tattooed guy just rolled his eyes.

“You guys are so dramatic.”

Kirishima finally found his voice. “Who… Who are you guys?”

The undercut guy slung an arm around the winged dude’s shoulders. “Just some old friends of Kitikat.”

“Stop calling me that,” Bakugou growled.

The three of them just laughed like this was routine.

Class 1-A, still recovering from the emotional whiplash of seeing their perpetually angry classmate smile, could only watch in stunned silence as Bakugou… let them in.

 

The moment the three newcomers stepped inside, they didn’t hesitate. Without a single warning, they all rushed toward Bakugou and pulled him into a tight, crushing group hug.

Bakugou, utterly unprepared, let out a strangled sound—something between a growl and a gasp—as he was suddenly enveloped by arms.

“The hell—get off me, assholes!” he barked, squirming in their grasp, but they only laughed, tightening their hold.

Class 1-A watched in complete, stunned silence.

This—this was insane.

Bakugou Katsuki, the most volatile, aggressive, don’t-touch-me-or-I’ll-kill-you guy they knew, was currently being squeezed into a suffocating hug by three random guys. And the worst part? He wasn’t actually fighting back. Sure, he was yelling, sure, he was cursing—but they had seen Bakugou truly fight before, and this wasn’t it. He wasn’t using his quirk, he wasn’t throwing punches, and he wasn’t actively trying to break free.

“Oh my god,” Kaminari whispered, eyes wide with horror. “They’ve brainwashed him.”

“They must have some kind of quirk,” Jirou muttered, equally disturbed.

Mina gasped. “Stockholm Syndrome?”

“I KNEW IT,” Sero hissed. “THEY’RE A CULT.”

Meanwhile, Bakugou was still struggling—halfheartedly.

“Get the fuck off me, you clingy bastards!” he grumbled, trying to shove them away.

“Awww, look at him!” the winged guy cooed, ruffling Bakugou’s hair like he was some kind of child. “Still the same little gremlin as always.”

“Shut up, dumbass,” Bakugou growled, ducking away from his hand.

“Deny it all you want, Kitikat, but deep down, you missed us,” the undercut guy smirked.

“Like hell I did!” Bakugou snapped, but his words carried significantly less venom than usual.

The tattooed guy grinned. “You’re such a cute little tsundere.”

A sharp intake of breath echoed through the room.

“D-did he just call Bakugou… cute?” Kirishima stammered, like the very concept was beyond comprehension.

“He has a death wish,” Sero murmured, waiting for Bakugou to explode.

But instead of murder, something even worse happened.

Bakugou’s entire face turned red.

Like, not just a little pink. Not just a light blush.

His entire face—ears and neck included—lit up like a damn stop sign.

“THEY BROKE HIM,” Kaminari yelped. “WE’VE LOST BAKUGOU.”

“His face is actually red,” Momo whispered in disbelief. “I never thought I’d live to see the day.”

Then, just when they thought things couldn’t possibly get any more bizarre, the winged guy suddenly bent down, grabbed Bakugou by the waist, and effortlessly hoisted him over his shoulder.

Bakugou let out a startled noise. “OI—”

“To Katsuki’s room we go!” the winged guy announced cheerfully.

“PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN, YOU DAMN BIRD-BRAINED PSYCHO!” Bakugou roared, flailing.

But once again—he wasn’t actually trying to free himself. He could’ve exploded his way out. He could’ve thrown his weight and broken free. But he didn’t.

Instead, he just kept cursing, kicking his legs uselessly as the guys started carrying him away like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Class 1-A could only watch in horror as Bakugou Katsuki, their feral classmate, their human grenade, their don’t-fucking-touch-me resident explosion king, was carried off like an angry sack of potatoes.

Silence.

“…Do we stop them?” Kirishima finally asked, looking genuinely lost.

“Would we even survive?” Jirou countered.

“I think I need to sit down,” Kaminari muttered, gripping the back of the couch for support.

Yaoyorozu, still trying to process the event, nodded weakly. “That… might be wise.”

Meanwhile, in the distance, Bakugou’s voice echoed down the hall.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU DROP ME, I’M GONNA—”

Laughter followed.

And Class 1-A remained, standing in a daze, realizing that they knew nothing about Bakugou Katsuki at all.

 

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Chapter 2

Class 1-A had just experienced an event that none of them would ever forget—seeing their fiercely independent and volatile classmate, Bakugou Katsuki, not only smile but let himself be practically manhandled by three strangers. As the door slammed shut behind the trio of "friends," the students of Class 1-A exchanged wide-eyed looks, struggling to process what had just happened.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Kaminari muttered, still in shock. His hands were trembling slightly, still in disbelief from seeing Bakugou actually smiling—genuinely smiling. “Was that… Was that really Bakugou?”

“I think it was, but I don’t get it,” Jirou added, rubbing her temples as though trying to erase the image from her mind. “Like, what kind of friends are those? He didn’t explode, he didn’t yell at them—what happened to the Bakugou we know?”

"I think we just saw something dangerous,” Sero mused, his usual mischievous grin replaced with confusion. "He's been kidnapped by… who even are those guys? Do we need to call the cops?"

Iida, ever the responsible one, was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. “We should not panic, but... this is beyond my understanding. That was not our Bakugou, and those were certainly not just any random visitors. We need to investigate who they are.”

Yaoyorozu, still in a state of bewilderment, was the first to speak logically. “I think it would be best if we wait. We don’t know what their intentions are, and charging in without context could cause more harm than good.”

Kirishima, who had been trying to protect Bakugou just moments ago, dropped his shoulders and sighed. “I can’t believe this… We need to find out who they are, and make sure Bakugou’s okay.”

The group fell silent, still reeling from what they had just witnessed. No one knew what to make of the bizarre situation, and each of them seemed to be piecing together different fragments of information.

And then, as if on cue, Bakugou’s voice rang out from the hallway once more, this time much closer.

“I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU GUYS DON'T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW—"

Laughter followed, and the entire class winced in sympathy as they heard Bakugou’s voice crack with a mixture of indignation and what almost sounded like helpless amusement. None of them dared to move, unsure of how to respond. It was like they were witnessing a completely different side of Bakugou they never thought existed.

Mina, still clutching Kirishima’s arm in shock, turned her wide eyes toward him. “Do you think he’s okay?”

Kirishima was silent for a long moment before shaking his head. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. But whatever’s happening, it’s definitely not normal.”

“You’re telling me,” Tokoyami muttered darkly, his black feathers rustling slightly. "This is... unsettling. I’ve never seen Bakugou so… subdued."

Yaoyorozu, looking as though she might faint from the overload of information, nodded. “I think we can all agree that we saw something very unexpected today”

After a few moments of stunned silence, Sero, with his usual grin returning, spoke up again. “I’m not gonna lie—I’m just here for the drama. This is better than watching one of those soap operas.”

The rest of the class couldn't help but chuckle at that, a little of the tension in the room breaking. Still, there was one lingering question on everyone’s mind: who were these people? And how had they managed to do what none of them could? Break through Bakugou’s emotional defenses.

 

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As the hours dragged on, Class 1-A grew increasingly restless. It was getting late, and visiting hours were nearly over, yet those so-called friends of Bakugou showed no signs of leaving. The tension in the common room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Todoroki had resorted to writing conspiracy theories on his whiteboard, each one more absurd than the last. "They poisoned his food and are blackmailing him," he muttered, underlining the statement aggressively.

Yaoyorozu sighed, rubbing her temples. "Todoroki-kun, that’s highly unlikely. Aizawa-sensei did sign off on their visit."

"What if they forged his signature? Or worse—bribed him?" Todoroki countered, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Sensei would never accept a bribe!" Iida exclaimed, chopping the air dramatically.

Todoroki simply nodded. "Yes. Which is why it must have been mind control."

Before anyone could argue, another loud crash echoed from Bakugou’s room, followed by a burst of laughter. It sent chills down everyone’s spines.

 

“Maybe we should just… wait it out?” Kirishima offered hesitantly. “I mean, they are his friends, right?”

“Are we sure about that?” Sero muttered. “Because last I checked, we’re his friends, and I’ve never seen him act like that with us.”

"I don't like this," Jirou muttered, gripping her earlobe like a stress ball. "It's weird. Bakugou doesn’t laugh like that."

"He barely even laughs at all," Kaminari added, looking genuinely unsettled.

Even Iida, who would normally march up there to enforce the rules, hesitated. Something about this whole situation was intimidating. Class 1-A prided themselves on knowing Bakugou, on understanding his habits, his moods, his rage-filled rants. But this? This was new, and they weren’t sure how to handle it.

Then, salvation arrived in the form of Midoriya.

The moment he walked into the common room, freshly back from visiting his mother, he was ambushed by his classmates.

"Midoriya! Thank god, you’re here!"

"Three sketchy dudes showed up!"

"They hugged Bakugou! Made him smile!"

"They carried him like a damn sack of potatos!"

Midoriya blinked, his brain struggling to process the avalanche of words. "Wait—what?"

"They took him to his room, and they’re still there! We keep hearing crashes and laughter, Midoriya. Laughter! From Bakugou!" Kirishima looked genuinely distressed.

Midoriya’s eyes widened. "Kacchan… smiled?" Huh that’s weird, he didn’t do that so openly anymore.

Before anyone could respond, the door to Bakugou’s room finally swung open. The three mysterious visitors stepped out, looking completely at ease. And walking beside them, stretching his arms as if he had just finished a good workout, was Bakugou Katsuki.

That wasn’t the shocking part.

What sent the class into collective cardiac arrest was the soft, laughter that spilled from Bakugou’s lips. It was light, genuine, and—it physically hurt to admit—kind of cute.

Mina gasped so hard she nearly choked. "Oh my god. Someone record this."

Kaminari fumbled for his phone, but his hands were shaking too much to get a steady grip.

The guy with the undercut smirked as he took in their stunned expressions. "Damn, Kitikat. You really did a number on them. They look like they just saw a ghost."

"I mean, can you blame them?" the tattooed guy added. "Who would’ve thought that cheerful little Katsuki could pull off a scowl for so long?"

"Now that you remind me—pay up, Tsubasa," Bakugou said, holding out his hand expectantly.

The winged guy—Tsubasa—groaned dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been betrayed. "You wound me, Tsuki. But damn, man… How did you even do it?"

"It was hard as hell, but worth it." Bakugou smirked, flexing the absurdly large wad of cash Tsubasa begrudgingly handed him.

Class 1-A, still recovering from the first round of shock, collectively lost their minds.

"Wait—WHAT BET?!"

Bakugou ignored them. But then, as the three guys reached the dorm entrance, something happened that pushed 1-A into complete emotional ruin.

Before walking out, Kariage, Deisha, and Tsubasa each leaned in and pressed quick kisses to Bakugou’s forehead and cheeks.

Bakugou’s entire face exploded into a violent shade of red.

"OI—THE HELL?!" He stumbled back, scowling, but his usual venom was noticeably absent.

"Bye-bye, Suki~" Tsubasa teased, winking as they walked out.

As they passed Midoriya on their way out, Deisha clapped him on the back with a grin. "Yo, Deku! Long time, no see."

Midoriya sighed, shaking his head. "Hey, Deisha. Still causing trouble, I see."

"Wouldn’t be us if we weren’t!" Kariage added with a laugh before they disappeared down the hall.

The second the door shut, Bakugou turned on his heels and ran. Like, full sprint. A blur of explosive panic retreating to his room.

The class stood frozen, their brains collectively melting.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Mina shrieked, spinning around to Midoriya. "Midoriya. Explain yourself. Right now."

All eyes turned to him, filled with pure, unfiltered confusion.

Midoriya sighed, rubbing his temples. "Okay… So those guys? That’s Kariage—the undercut dude, Deisha—the tattoo guy, and Tsubasa—the winged one. They’re Kacchan’s best friends."

A beat of silence.

"...WHAT?!"

Midoriya nodded. "We went to the same middleschool.They were all really close growing up. Wild, chaotic, inseparable. People called them ‘The Hurricane’ for a reason. And, well… Bakugou actually likes them. He enjoys their company."

Kaminari looked personally offended. "Wait..are you telling me Bakugou’s not actually this grumpy hard-ass, and all of this was because of some stupid bet?!" He had just remembered what that dude -Tsubasa?- said.

Midoriya nodded. "Preety much yea, a year ago Tsubasa bet him he couldn’t last a month being ‘serious.’ Kacchan is ridiculously competitive, so he took it way too far."

Mina looked like her entire worldview had shattered. "So what you’re saying is… our Bakugou is actually a chill, chaotic gremlin?"

"Definitely not chill, but yes."

There was a long, painful silence.

Then, Kaminari clenched his fists. "I’m gonna murder the dude who made that bet."

"Agreed," Sero deadpanned.

Midoriya sighed, shaking his head. "You’ll have plenty of chances. Something tells me they’re gonna visit a lot."

 

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Notes:

And that, my friends, is how Class 1-A collectively lost their minds.

I had way too much fun writing this chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed the chaos just as much!

Will Bakugou ever recover from the forehead kisses? Who knows!

Also somebody tell Class 1- A that kissing your homies is not gay.

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Notes:

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed

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