Tics and Scratches

Chapter 6

Waking up the next morning was as easy as getting Aizawa to stay awake all of homeroom. His entire body felt heavy and every movement he made sent a shooting pain up his neck and into his head. Surviving the day was really not going to be fun. Deciding not to prolong his inner turmoil for any longer, he ripped open his door just like any other day. Except this time he was met with a bowl of...soup? Crouching down he smelt it attempting to scope out any laxatives and/or poisons that he was inevitably about to digest because not one part of him wanted to cook right now. It was still steaming and smelt relatively safe so he snatched it off the floor along with a spoon and a piece of paper. Ah. A note. Those idiots must think he's sick or something after yesterday. Reading the soppy note full of 'get well soon' and 'love yah' he fought off a grin, instead scooping some of the mystery liquid into his mouth, immediately spluttering because it actually tasted good. Who the hell cooked this? Scanning back over the note confirmed it actually actually was the self-proclaimed 'Bakusquad' and not someone like Sato who had blessed his mouth, which admittedly ignited a small rage in him. If they could cook like this the whole time why the hell were they always begging him for food? 

Either way his surprisingly decent mood was quickly ruined when his full spoon of soup went flying across the room. Unlike when his body usually rebelled, he had felt almost no warning meaning there was no way he would've been able to stop that one even if he tried. If this shit was going to happen when he wasn't even expecting it whats the point in holding in the ones he could predict. He knew the majority of the class had already seen at least one episode and after last night he wondered if it was worth keeping up the charade. His neck painfully twinging pushed him towards begrudgingly deciding he would hold them in slightly less often. Only because if he carried on like this training would become extremely difficult and it could hinder his progress. It wouldn't be extremely obvious right? Maybe if he started slowly letting them happen every so often he could trick people into thinking it was the usual for him. They would never know any different and he would be able to avoid his current situation. It was a perfect plan, people really don't give him enough credit for his strategising skills.

He hesitantly let out his first experimental shiver when he was downstairs washing up his bowl. It was a bold move since Kirishima was standing just to his right but he did like to pride himself on his fearlessness. He briefly debated making the situation into some sort of competition to make it less daunting before deciding it was too risky. Not that he was fucking scared or anything. As he washed the final soap bubbles out of the bowl he felt the familiar urge and instead of instantly panicking and tensing he just let it take over. It wasn't a particularly violent snap of his neck but it had been noticeable and enough to send a stabbing pain through his body. Unfortunately for him by instinctively hissing and grabbing at the back of his neck he had set alarm bells ringing and triggered Kirishima's 'mother mode.' Almost instantly the panicked redhead had set his own bowl down and rushed to take Bakugo's as well.

"Bakubro! What's wrong with your neck?" Was hurriedly rushed out of his mouth as he hovered around Bakugo knowing touching this early in the morning was off limits. Bakugo barely let out a "tsk" as he let go of his neck to pick up his bowl again.

"Must've jammed my neck last night is fucking all" He murmured obviously not wanting to get into the details of the whole situation. Letting out a couple of shivers now and then was a completely different kettle of fish to admitting to whatever happened last night.

"Guys! Bakugo needs some ice or something can someone go get Todoroki!" The loudmouth practically bellowed into the common room. Great. Now the rest of the group were barrelling into the  kitchen trying to scope out the situation. And just to add to his annoyance, Bakugo caught sight of the tufts of green hair that seemed to be energetically following the idiots. Of course Todoroki had been towed in by stupid Deku and not one of the other mildly less annoying losers. The fuckers had seem to forgotten that not only did they have ice in the freezer, he could also ease muscle pain with his own fucking quirk. Instead he was faced with hundreds of questions flying his way and a very dead looking Todoroki in front of him. Before he could even open his mouth to protest a cloth was thrust into his hand by a blur of green and Todoroki was dropping clumps of his ice into his hands. God these guys worked quickly.