Little Explosions [kiribaku]

Chapter 6

After working my brain to the max with new hand signals to the point I think I'm actually going to start thinking in sign language, I stopped and turned off the videos. I sighed and slumped back against the bed, insanely tired.

I didn't have enough energy to reflect on everything that's happened with Bakugo, or what happened today in the nurses. I grabbed my notebook and set it back on my nightstand, and plugged my phone into its charger. I curled up against my extremely comfortable bed and wrapped the duvet around me, being welcomed into sleep.

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        During class the next day, everyone could tell there was tension. I don't think I've seen the class this anxious since the USJ attack, and that was pretty bad. The energy now is probably a million times worse.

        I glanced over at Bakugo, his hand covering his mouth in a fist position as he ignored Present Mic's interpretations of what Mr. Aizawa was saying. He looked... empty. He didn't have his signature angry look, and he definitely wasn't sad or happy. He looked like a shell of the boy I loved.

         My heart ached in my chest as I looked at him. I had already torn myself up about what happened, god knows how badly Bakugo is reacting to this whole situation.

         "Okay, I can tell there's some energy in the class right now. Listen everyone, what happened yesterday was an accident. No one was seriously injured, and everyone made it out okay. We're used to this happening, right? Everything will be okay." Mr. Aizawa tried to console, but I think he just made it worse.

         We shouldn't have to be used to things like this happening. We're fucking children. We're supposed to be happy and making friends and having crushes and falling in love and starting our lives. Not being put in danger each and every day. But, if we wanted to become hero's we had to get used to it pretty fast. We had to sacrifice ourselves to save others.

          I would've sacrificed myself to save Bakugo and his hearing.

         I needed to talk to him. Whether it be writing shit down on paper or him putting in his hearing aids, we needed to have communication. I need to apologize for ignoring him after what happened with my binder and we need to talk about what happened during training.

          Sitting through class was hell. I couldn't keep my eyes or mind off of him, he was the only thing that stuck out in my gaze. Nothing was special about the grey walls or the blue floor or any of the other students to me. But Bakugo? He was special. He was one in a million. So what if I couldn't stop thinking about hugging him or kissing him?

         It was a sweet daydream to pass the time, one that comforted me. I knew it couldn't happen, but it was nice to think about. Maybe in another life we'll be together and laugh that in this one we're apart. There's no way we could be together, not with me being trans. If I  were cis it might be a different story...

          The bell rang and tore me from my thoughts and daydreams. I didn't stand up, and waited for the other students to file out of the room. Bakugo didn't leave either, he stayed seated and stared at his desk. After a minute or so we were the only ones left in the room along with Present Mic and Mr. Aizawa.

         "Get going you two. I'll see you tomorrow." Aizawa sighed, walking away from the front of the room to over where Present Mic stood.

         "...okay." I agreed, hesitatingly standing up and walking away from my desk.

          I walked over to right in front of Bakugo, gently resting my hands on the corner of his desk. I noticed he had his hearing aids in, so he could probably hear me if I spoke. I'm glad he decided to put them in, especially from yesterday's reaction.