✍︎𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐✍︎ (ᴀ Bᴀᴋᴜᴅᴇᴋᴜ Sᴛᴏʀʏ)

✍︎Nice Ass✍︎

Remember how Izuku had cuddled with Katsuki, instead of staying mad at him?

Well now, he immediately regretted it. He should have stayed mad at him, at least until he had figured out a solution to this mess.

Apparently, news about the blond being in a relationship had spread like wildfire, getting to not only the students, but the teachers as well, and Izuku could only blame it on one of his classmates that apparently couldn't keep their mouth shut.

Everywhere he turned, one gossip or the other, about how Katsuki had a lover, could be heard and it was starting to annoy the freckled male.

If it was any other person, no one would really take it seriously. But this was Katsuki Bakugou, someone who everyone had expected to end up alone since he was so focused on being the number one hero.

Izuku rubbed a tired hand over his eye lid as he stopped in front of their giant class door. He often wondered why their classroom door was so big. Other than All might, he didn't think that there was anyone in school that passed the height of six foot seven.

He sighed. Well that was forever going to be a mystery.

Gently, he slid the door open, definitely not expecting to get whacked by a book , that was thrown, seconds later.

Series of panicked shouting followed soon after, and Ashido, being the one who yeeted the book, apologised over and over again.

Izuku ignored her and shut his eyes, holding on to his throbbing nose. "Fuck-"he groaned.

Suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt, seventeen pair of eyes blinking frantically at him in disbelief.

D-did Izuku Midoriya just say the 'f' word?

"Who tainted broccoli boy?!"Hagakure suddenly exclaimed, frantically waving her hands.

"Obviously Bakugou. Who else would it have been?"Sero said, clutching his heart like it had been stomped on while Kirishima and Kaminari patted his shoulders in sympathy.

It really did hurt them to know that the class' cinnamon roll wasn't as innocent as they thought.

"Have you guys thought that maybe Midoriya has always been like this?"Ojiro suggested, and simultaneously all seventeen eyes turned to him like he had suddenly started dancing the macarena in his underwear.

"That's bullshit. A whole load of bullshit!"

"How could you assume such....such nonsense?!"

"J'espère que vous marchez sur un lego!"

Everyone blinked at Aoyama who was breathing heavily, his face red from rage. Even Izuku had opened his eyes to stare at him, mouth opening and closing like a guppy.

"Woah, man, calm down. I know we're all angry at Ojiro, but that's a little too far."Sato said, patting the sparkling baguette's shoulder as Ojiro rose his hands in universal surrender.

"I'm sorry, alright? It was just a harmless question."

"Harmless my foot!"Aoyama huffed.

"Since we're asking questions, can I ask what is going on?"Izuku asked, his voice nasally as he gently massaged his throbbing nose which was sure to swell later on if he didn't put ice on it.

All his classmates, except Todoroki and Katsuki ,who were yet to arrive, were huddled in a circle, standing at the top right corner of the classroom. The chairs and desks had been pushed to one side of the class to accommodate their large size, and each of them had at least two books in their hand.