Studying you ~TodoBaku~

Chapter 7: asshole syndrome

Katsuki Bakugo

Oh my god this class is so booooriiiiing! Old man was just repeating everything he'd taught us yesterday, all because one person hadn't been in! I fought the urge to slam my head down onto the table with a sigh, and lazily gazed out of the window. I found myself looking over towards the pitches to see if the sports team were practicing.

It was regrettable that the football player had been plaguing my mind for the past day, and I felt quite sure that he would've come looking for me by now if he was genuinely interested, so brushed him off as a typical "sort"

Should've known..it was embarrassing to get my hopes up over a jock, not least because of...well, the past. Let's just say that...not all of history is worth revisiting for me. Still though, my hopes were naturally not completely dwindled by one setback, and in fact I found myself searching for the boy every few minutes, peeking out of the window as often as I dared. Just the thought of seeing all 6ft plus of him again was almost enough for me to consider crawling out the window should he walk past. I would look in quite a state, sure, but I figured I had little chance anyway, so why not?

As I absentmindedly gazed out of the window, I heard a clattering sound as my glasses fell clean off my face. I picked them up, feeling around the floor, and was met with the disappointed face of my teacher when I put them back on.

"So, Katsuki, tell me. What was Article 48 in the Weimar Constitution, and how was it undemocratically used by Chancellor Papen and Chancellor Schiefler?"

Aw shit...

"...I don't know, sir."

"And would you know if you were paying attention to me...?"

"Maybe. I wasn't paying attention, so I don't actually know if you said the answer."

"Don't try it with me Katsuki."

"It? 'It', in the form in which you have implored, is incredibly vague. Could you care to define 'it'?"

"I'd be glad to. In detention."

Well done, bad attitude! Ya did it again!

There goes an hour after class! In any other course, I might've been fine, but detention from this guy was as it was in my parents' college era. Strict, definitely not wasted, and boring. Very very boring. But still, I was annoyed at him. His vague use of the English language ground on me particularly hard given his sarcastic remarks beforehand. I usually bit my tongue and stayed silent, but today it just boiled over, and I spent the rest of his lesson sulking and taking useless notes. At least I could work in peace at lunchtime...

When said lunchtime arrived, I bolted straight to my tree, charging through the rush of students with one hand holding my pain-in-the-ass glasses in place. I perched myself down onto the dry grass, laying out my books and looking over for the point I'd stopped taking notes in the class. I'd only written maybe about twenty or thirty words when a shadow covered me, and a familiar voice said "um...Bakugo?"

I whipped around and said "the fuck do you want number 9?", with ample annoyance for my mood right now. Ignore the fact that my stomach felt like I was on a goddamn rollercoaster!

"Just...saw you here alone and thought I'd come say hi. That ok..?"

"....fucking do whatever you want, I don't control you."

You can control me though-

"Oh, uh, thanks. How's your head doing?"

"My head? I wasn't concussed, dumbass, just a bit out of it!"

"Right, right. Just wanna make sure I didn't hurt you, that's all"

You can hurt me if you want to-

"You not have practice or some shit today"

"After lunch. We got the morning off because of the game yesterday."

"Sounds good. I've got motherfucking detention later, just what I fucking need today."

"Really? What do you study?"

"History. Old man that teaches it caught me daydreaming, and one thing led to another."

"That sucks. Why don't you just ditch it?"

"What, you think I'm some kind of badass? Didn't the glasses and the textbooks give you a clue, or is your brain just an empty cycle?"

"One, that was rude. And two, yeah, you look kinda nerdy, but your attitude is badass. I like the combination, it makes you look "good", but feel "bad"

I'll be good and bad for you-

"Pff, that's the stupidest thing I ever heard. You got some kinda spiritual shit going on?"

"I'm just a good judge of character. Ditch your detention, go have some fun or something!"

"....I'll consider being influenced by a badass"

"Me? A badass? I think you've got the wrong guy..." he said, and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. A sharp twinge of realisation hit him, and he said "listen, Bakugo...this is gonna sound strange, but...do you have friends that you..like, go out with...?"

".....umm, no? Other than with my roommate, this is the longest conversation I've had since I got here...and that guy is an idiot, so..."

"...does that mean I'm not an idiot!" he said, a stupid beam on his face. I rolled my eyes and said "less of an idiot that him."

"I'll take it. Anyway, what I was saying was.....would it be weird if I asked you out for dinner...?"

Oh. Oh. Oh. OH!

My mind ground to a halt, and I awkwardly looked at the ground, avoiding meeting his eyes, which I'd recently discovered were heterochromatic. I didn't even notice my glasses slipping off in a panic, and just before I frantically dashed my hands up to catch them from falling, I felt them stop without my assistance. It was in fact Number 9's giant hand that had stopped them falling, and he slid them back onto my face without a word, smiling as he did. I once again missed his gaze, and jumped a little when the bell rang. He made to get up, still without an answer, and the dejected look on his face forced me to act.

"Wait!"

"...hm?"

I scooped up my notepad and ripped out a fresh page, saying "gimme an autograph, I'll sell it if you get famous!"

"....are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna stop until you do it!"

This was all part of the master plan I'd come up with in just a few seconds. Get him to sign it, hence giving him ample opportunity to give me his phone number as he did! Genius, marvellous, unrivalled-oh, he didn't give me it. Goddamnit Number 9, you're making it so hard to hate you!

"Hey!"

"...what?"

"Just....phone number, that's what I wanted! Come on!" I whined out like a little baby. He looked a little shocked, then chuckled and wrote down a few numbers. He did a cheesy little love heart at the end of it, which I scoffed at, but immediately held it like a newborn after he'd jogged off, going over to the pitch to get all hot and sweaty and even more desirable.

How can I love a jock after Shiori?
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Who is Shiori, you ask?

I dunno......👀

Fact of the Day: I am also a sufferer of perpetual asshole syndrome 😤