I bite the end of my pencil waiting for class to end. My sharp teeth slice through the metal and eraser easily. Dammit. I drop my pencil to prevent myself from chewing it to splinters, instead, I chew on the inside of my bottom lip. I've cut myself so many times when I was younger doing this that the skin inside my lip hardened drastically, or that's just because of my quirk.
Aizawa's droning voice is relentless against my developing headache. I just wanna lay in my bed and read my manga.
I pick my pencil back up and start doodling on my Japanese Language Arts notebook.
"Midoriya! Would you stop mumbling?" asks Mr. Aizawa.
"Sorry, Aizawa Sensei!" Midoriya replies fiddling with his pencil and notebook.
I look down at my sketches to realize I drew a pair of lean, slanted eyes with Crimson Irises.
I blush and instantly rip the page out of my notebook as the bell finally goes off.
Someone slaps me hard in the back of the head and I look up, startled to see who it was, even though I was already pretty sure I knew.
"C'mon, Shitty Hair," Bakugo says, when Denki jumps up and says,
"Hey! Sero, Kiri, and I were supposed to study tonight!"
"Tch," Bakugo scoffs.
I let out an exasperated sigh and lob my sketches into the trash.
"I'm not going with either of you," Sero, and Denki look at me weird and Bakugo was already walking out of the room, "I don't feel good. If I feel better I'll text you, bro," I tell Denki with a slap on the shoulder.
"Yeah, sure, Okay!" He says brightly, "I hope you feel better," I've already reached the hallway at this point.
I huff a lone piece of hair out of my face and trudge slowly to my dorm room. I put my work desk and then plop on my bed and lay down.
I lay there for a few minutes before squirming my way to the edge of my nightstand is. I pick up a random manga and start to read.
At least an hour later, I've almost finished my manga when there is a soft knock at my door. I'm trying to guess who it could be and rule out Kami and Sero.
When I rue out everyone besides Todoroki or Midoriya, I answer, expecting one of them, to find Bakugo standing there.
"Oi, were you lying to get away from them or do you really..." He stops talking and just stares at me, "Jesus, Eijiro, You look like shit,"
Despite my mood, I laugh, "yeah, I guess I do," I rub the back of my neck. Bakugo raises his hand. I flinch slightly but don't stop him. His fingers skim through my hair then messes it up.
"Your hair, it's down." Is all he says.
"I- uh was lying in bed reading when you knocked," I confess.
His face drops slightly, "Then did you already do your homework? You said you needed help on Math."
"Shit, I didn't even think about my homework," I say.
He walks in, technically uninvited, and grabs my Japanese Language Arts notebook and Math notebook.
"Where's your English language notes? I know you have trouble with that," He says, looking around.
I go under my bed and retrieve the notebook I threw the night before. He snatches it out of my hand and gives me a look, "Why the hell was it under your bed?"
"I hid- I threw it..., out of frustration," I stammer looking down, blushing.
"Whatever, let's just get started," He sits down on my rug, cross-legged, and I sit across from him and we start to study.
this is my first fan fiction, I hope you like it!
-Liam
