Sparks Fly

When Hitoshi Bakugou woke that morning, he somehow knew it would be a slow day.

Humidity hung in the air and rain rapped against his window as he got changed into a simple t-shirt and dark jeans.

Hitoshi barely stepped into the dining room when his mother's voice echoed through the house, this early in the morning and she was already ticked off.

"Katsuki!" she screamed. "Katsuki get over here and move your broom!"

Hitoshi didn't bother with what his younger brother had gotten into and instead sat down next to his father at the dining table, his hair a strawberry blond mess.

"Morning Hitoshi," his father, Masaru Bakugou, smiled as he pushed a plate towards his eldest son. Hitoshi nodded back at him with a hun before picking up his bowl of rice.

When Katsuki and their mother, Mitsuki Bakugou, entered the kitchen, their mother had Katsuki's head bent forward as they walked.

"Next time I find it I'm tossing your broom!" their mother yelled.

Hitoshi shut his mouth and looked back to his food, no need to get all wrapped up in that mess.

Katsuki grumbled a mixture of swears and threats as he sat down next to Hitoshi. As a result, Mitsuki smacked him upside the head and sat down next to her husband.

"Looks like Ireland won the Quidditch World Cup!" Masaru hummed as he read through his newspaper.

"See what you miss out on when you act like a brat?" said Mitsuki while raising a brow at her youngest son.

"I heard Bulgaria was the one who caught the snitch" added Hitoshi. "I—"

"How about you shut the hell up?" Shouted Katsuki, slamming his fists on the table. He was fuming fairly early today.

Masaru had to restrain his wife from yelling her head off, scolding Katsuki. That didn't stop Hitoshi from stepping on Katsuki's foot under the table.

Their father sighed as he set his paper down. "Dear, why don't you tell Hitoshi about the woman who you met yesterday?"

"Oh, she was the simplest thing I'd ever seen" Mitsuki laughed, setting down her utensils.

"What about her daughter?" Masaru added. "Remember what she was like? You said she was perfect for—"

Hitoshi groaned.

"Excuse you, young man?"

"You know I'm not interested," snapped Hitoshi, very annoyed at the topic, "I don't want to get set up with someone you deem the 'right one for me', I want to meet someone on my own. But that's not going to happen anytime soon. Between my school work and my training, I don't have time to worry about a partner."

"You're not too busy," scoffed Mitsuki. "When I was your age I was excelling in my classes and had plenty of time to spend on my internship and finding your father!"

"So glad you found each other," said Katsuki sarcastically. Luckily he was paid no mind.

"Alright then, I'm off," Masaru said as he gathered up his dishes and quickly left the kitchen to get his robes on before work.

Hitoshi watched his father leave the room and sighed.

"I'm sorry about that, mom," he said, sounding rehearsed and calmer than his brother would ever be, "I didn't mean it to come out like that, I'm sure the girl was nice and a good choice"

"Never mind that, Hitoshi," said Mitsuki. "You said what you needed to, I taught you to speak what was on your mind so I can't blame you for that"

"Thanks."

Katsuki grumbled around his breakfast at the unfairness in the way Mitsuki treated her two sons.

Hitoshi could hear his father stumbling around upstairs, likely tripping over Katsuki's broomstick. Soon he was back in the kitchen, his robes on and fixing his glasses.

"Well I'm off— you have a good term, boys," said Masaru to his sons and kissed his wife, fastening a cloak over his shoulders as he prepared to leave. "Is it alright that you're taking the boys to King's Cross?"

"Of course," she said. "You just make sure that everything's running smoothly at the office before I get there."

As Masaru left the house, Katsuki turned to Hitoshi looking annoyed.

"I hate the way she treats you," he growled. "It's like she thinks you're better than me!"

"Or it's the fact that you are constantly challenging her for no reason," Hitoshi said flatly.

"You wanna say that again?" Shouted Katsuki. "I'll kick your ass —"

"You look like an angry Pomeranian," Hitoshi almost laughed.

"Yeah, well, you look like a prick!" said yelled. "Strawberry head!"

"I see you've returned to my strawberry nickname, did I ruin the rest of the things you used to call me?"

"You're just unbearable you know that" Katsuki growled. "You never get scolded by that old hag which gave you that stick up your ass."

"Maybe that's you're own fault," said Hitoshi as he gathered his empty dishes. He made sure to pat Katsuki's head like a dog as he passed.

Once the boys were ready, Mitsuki had Hitoshi order a Muggle taxi to take them into London.

"I hate taking taxis," Mitsuki muttered under her breath as she waited for her boys to load the trunk with everything they needed for school. "Maybe we'll hire a private chauffeur?"

Hitoshi didn't comment as his beautiful grey cat, Purro, settled on his lap, Katsuki complained about the space almost instantly. It didn't help that Purro tried to swipe at him the whole ride.

Along the journey, Hitoshi got snapped at by Katsuki for tapping his foot too much, to which Purro swiped at him. Purro defended Hitoshi like a small dragon guarding her hoard. When they arrived at King's Cross, she retreated into Hitoshi's coat as the rain was coming down harder now and drenched the family as they ran across the street and into the train station.

They were all a custom to the way of getting into platform nine and three-quarters and simply walked through the barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. When muggles weren't looking of course.

The brilliant scarlet engine that was the Hogwarts Express stood tall, its steam clouds filling the air. Many students were already on board the train as their silhouettes were visible through the windows. Purro mewed and nuzzled into Hitoshi. Before the boys boarded, they said their goodbyes to their mother.

"Don't worry, we'll see you two soon enough" said Mitsuki with a smile.

"We know, the year will pass by quicker than expected," said Hitoshi as he hugged her.

"You'll see, just don't get into trouble you two . . . Mainly you Katsuki, no more fighting and no more hexing your classmates. If you want to fight them just duel them like Hitoshi does, with professor supervision."

"Yeah yeah, I hear you, you old hag," said Katsuki, hands stuffed in his pockets, slouched and not opening up for a hug.

"Watch it Katsuki." said Mitsuki sternly.

"I'll try to keep an eye on him, mom," said Hitoshi, patting his younger brother on the shoulder. "I'll update you on his quidditch matches."

"You better, I didn't buy him that broomstick for it to not be used."

By that time, the whistle blew, and their mother began to usher them toward the train.

"Get a move on," said Mitsuki.

The boys stepped onto the train and put away their things before Hitoshi poked his head out the window to wave his final goodbyes.

The pistons hissed and the train jolted before it began to move. Mitsuki smiled and waved at her sons before the train rounded the corner out of sight.

Hitoshi and Katsuki walked back to their seats as the rain covered the windows, making it difficult to see out at the passing landscape. Purro climbed up and curled around Hitoshi's neck.

"Bakugou, is that your brother?" giggled some girls as they passed, they stared at Hitoshi and then whispered amongst themselves. This earned a loud retort from Katsuki before he marched after his brother.

"Just hurry up and move so I can leave!" He shouted. Hitoshi moved into his seat and let his brother stomp past on his way to find his friends. He wasn't alone for long though as another boy joined him.

"Took you long enough," Hitoshi said as pet Purro, much to her delight. The boy who took the seat next to him was Daichi Ishiyama, a tall boy with a broad physique.

"You're lucky I put up with you," Daichi laughed as he got comfortable.

"And honestly I'm surprised that I was admitted to Hogwarts like, my parents wanted me to go to Beauxbatons Academy. Isn't that cool! But my mom didn't want to move back to France so instead, I'm here! Can't say I blame them though, she had a nasty fallout with an old friend so it's not like she wanted to stay around that mess. It is a beautiful school though, if I went there I'm sure I would've brought you along! They specialize in art so you definitely would've fit in. . ."

Daichi pushed the door open with his foot as Momoka was passing with another student. Momoka Yamashiro was usually timid but around those close to her, she was strangely high energy.

"So Beauxbatons Academy?" Daichi asked, "you gonna leave us for a fancy French school?"

"Hey, Daichi!" Momoka smiled and stepped into the doorframe. "I just might since the two of you didn't send me any letter all summer."

"That's because you said you were traveling all summer and didn't have time," said Daichi, "and I did send you a letter, a good few letters that you didn't respond to."

"Oh," Momoka gave an apologetic smile. "I guess I forgot?"

"Are you joining us or just going to stand there?" said Hitoshi, raising a brow.

"Well hello to you too, grumpy," said Momoka as she waved goodbye to her friend.

"So, Hitoshi, are you gonna destroy Nishikawa again this year?" Asked Momoka on the edge of her seat to pet Purro.

"Oh not again," Daichi groaned "how about we not? Let's hope he's learned that he can't win?"

"But he won't! He's not that bright," said Momoka, she wasn't a fan of Kaito Nishikawa, the one guy who just happened to grow up to be a prick. "He's so dense it would take troll beating to get something through to him."

"If he tries something," said Hitoshi. "I'm putting him in his place."

"You can't be serious," said Daichi. "You do realize that the more fights you get into, you have less of a chance to become an Auror. I thought you wanted to do that after graduating?"

"So, Moka, you're trying to leave us for Beauxbatons Academy?" Hitoshi completely ignored Daichi.

"No," said Momoka, shrugging, "it's too far from you two knuckleheads! And I like our school, it's weird but I like it."

"Even though Nishikawa keeps harassing you?"

"Well he is a pain, a real blemish I'd like to squish"

"Gross," said Hitoshi.

The rain continued to pour as the train moved farther and farther. The clouded sky darkened the train till they were lighting the lanterns to keep visibility. When the trolly came rolling by, Momoka was asleep with Purro curled up in her lap. Next to Hitoshi, Daichi slowly dozed off so he got a small snack for when they awoke.

When they did wake, the two boys listened as Momoka recounted her family's trip to some Caribbean islands.

"The food was amazing!" She smiled. "And the sun! I wish I could've brought you two."

"Nah," said Daichi. "Toshi would've burned to a crisp."

Hitoshi glared at him and shifted in his seat. He bit back at the comments that threatened to leave his lips.

"That's so true," said Momoka as she leaned forward and poked Hitoshi repeatedly. "You're so pale!"

"You're no better than me, Moka," said Hitoshi. "And it's not like I can't just cover-up."

"But what if you went swimming."

"Like anyone would want to see what mess he is under those raggedy clothes."

Kaito Nishikawa was in their door and stood there smirking. Behind him, students opened their doors to watch the scene, likely hoping that Hitoshi would fight him. Why Nishikawa was eavesdropping on their conversation was beyond the three friends.

"Who the hell asked for your damn opinion?" Hitoshi growled.

"Awe is someone not going to their anger management classes?" said Nishikawa, putting in a fake pout. He leaned with his shoulder against the doorway, blocking them in.

Daichi sat up and made himself ready to break up a fight if need be.

"Just look at you!" said Nishikawa with a large grin, "you and your shitty little brother are a walking embarrassment, Bakugou."

"Piss off Nishikawa, or stop wasting my time," said Hitoshi, standing with his fists curled. Daichi almost grabbed him but waited. Nishikawa simply kept smirking at the rise he got out of the other boy.

"So . . . You thinking of competing Bakugou?" Nishikawa stood up straight and fiddled with the doorframe.

"What the hell are you talking about?" snapped Hitoshi.

"You mean you don't know?" He continued. "I would have guessed someone of your status would've heard by now."

"Either make yourself useful or get lost," snapped Hitoshi, no longer interested in the interaction.

A shit-eating grin grew across Nishikawa's plane face.

"So you don't know," he said delightedly. "And here I was thinking that the Bakugou's were someone important. Guess it can't be helped compared to someone of my caliber."

Instead of explaining himself, Nishikawa just slinked out of the door and back towards where ever he came from.

Daichi stood up to close the door and blocked it from letting anyone else come in.

"What's his deal?" Momoka grumbled, picking up Purro and hugging the cat close to her chest.

"He acts like everyone wants to be like his family." Hitoshi snarled. "Not everyone wants to be a piss poor politician. Especially one that doesn't do anything to help anyone."

"That's how he's always been," said Daichi calmly. "Let's just try to not let him—"

"Get to me? I can just knock his ass out again" Hitoshi threw a punch at the cabin wall before sitting back down.

He didn't bother to cheer up even as Momoka helped him fix his hair into a bun. Before long they changed into their school robes, he did grumble 'thanks' when he pushed back his headband as the train slowed to a stop in Hogsmeade station.

When the doors opened, the storm hadn't stopped. Hitoshi let Purro curl back around his neck, amber eyes blinking away the raindrops that had landed on her face. It was a downpour and the students hurried in different directions.

The first years reluctantly got into the boats to sail towards the castle, why they were doing it in this weather was beyond Hitoshi.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Momoka pulled the boys along, shivering as they made it to the carriages that would take them to the castle. The students all rushed into the carriages, some slipping on the wet cobblestone before each horseless carriage set off to take them to the castle.