Perfect Storm | KATSUKI

Chapter 4: Detention

Recovery girl had seemed to do a good job since she could move her arm as if it wasn't broken a minute ago. The tip of the bandages crawling out from the top of her jacket sleeve was barely noticeable, which worked well on Kita's behalf.

Most teachers in UA knew of Kita's situation, Aizawa being the only one who knew the whole story of her childhood.

From what her father did to how half her family died and how police reacted. He knew everything and she trusted him, which was rare for the girl.

School had ended and she was currently walking back to the classroom for the detention she earned in the morning. Most of the students were heading home so the halls were empty except for the roaming teachers.

Kita walked in silence, surprised that Dream was not speaking at all.

Dream? She called out without turning around, expecting an answer from her friend.

When she didn't get an answer she turned around lazily looking for Dream who wasn't there.

She sighed, turning around again.

Sometimes Dream would leave at random times and then would appear after a few hours. Kita would always ask where she would go but the answer was always the same; 'it's nothing you need to concern yourself with'. This always frustrated Kita but no matter how much she pushed it, she would never get an answer.
Her feet slightly dragged against the floor with her hands stuffed in her pockets as she walked up to her classroom, hoping it would be empty.

She opened the door only to be disappointed.

The ash blond had taken the seat in the middle of the class and made home by messily placing his belongings on the desk before him. He had both legs crossed on the desk, adding to the mess, and his head tilted back, his Adams apple straining against the skin on his neck.

Kita wasn't gonna lie, that was hot, but of course she would never admit it out loud.

His head shot up when he heard the girl walk in and take the seat furthest from him. Her back was facing him, hiding her face beneath her white hair. He tilted his head slightly, observing the mysterious girl.

To him, she seemed like the basic, spoiled brat that got everything handed to her from a young age. Even though the scar on her face probably proved his thought wrong, she probably just fell from a tree right?

His eyes trailed from her jacket to her hair that seemed to be shining.

That shit looked healthy as fuck.

And it was long too.

His gaze followed further to her legs when a small anklet caught his attention, definitely more than a thousand dollars. It was a gold, unique chain with a plate which had initials indented into the stone.

U. K. Y.

A place? A name? Who knows. He soon forgot about the anklet when he saw a small scar on her calf. It seemed old but there were a few big and small ones, some overlapping each other and some dispersed away from each other. Damn just how tall was that tree?

Her tan skin was in contrast to her deep black hair, with a strip of snow, white hair but it suited her perfectly.

He clicked his tongue when he found out what he was unconsciously doing, he was checking her out.

"Why do you fucking do that?" She randomly spoke, not turning around to face the boy.

"The fuck you mean?" Bakugou responded with an annoyed look displayed on his face, he already hated this girl.