Tics and Scratches

Chapter 8

Bakugo woke up late the next day. Very late. He couldn't even remember if his alarm went off or not although he did vaguely recall someone calling through his door. He hadn't payed much attention though as he felt himself drift peacefully between the layers of sleep. Feeling weirdly relaxed he threw on his wrinkled uniform before trotting out of his door. He couldn't really be asked to run when he was already half an hour late to his first lesson so he settled for a nice casual speed walk. But even that was leaving him out of breath, an overwhelming sense of fatigue weighing heavy on his shoulders as he slowed his pace down to a normal walk. He had slept even more than usual so there wasn't really any explanation for the way his eyelids drooped and his feet dragged. He would just have to carry on however. Today was Friday meaning tomorrow morning he would be going home for a compulsory weekend home visit. Obviously he was dreading spending any amount of time in that house but at least he could get some decent sleep.

He resisted throwing open the oversized door once he reached class 1-A. The recent changes in his life have really made him appreciate being able to go unnoticed, he no longer felt the need to be in the spotlight all the time. Contrasting what his actions would have been like a couple of moths ago, he tried to open the door the minimum amount required and slip in as unnoticed as possible.

"Bakugo! Nice of you to join us." 

Bakugo huffed. He didn't really know what he was expecting. Aizawa would never let anyone just slide into a lesson late. He was kind of hoping that he would take pity on him just this once though.

"The pleasure is all mine Sensei." He replied with his usual snark. Sure his brain was currently processing about a quarter as efficiently as usual but that didn't mean he couldn't still make sarcastic remarks. They're his specialty and he wasn't quite willing to give them up.

"Well it certainly isn't mine. See me after class." Aizawa stated before turning back to the board to carry on writing notes on whatever topic they were on now. It looked like some stupid hero laws they had already learnt about 10 times. He heard a small murmur ripple through his friends. Not really having the energy to figure out whether they were poking fun at him or just being concerned he sat down without looking at any of them. Thankfully, the class had obviously been distracted for the majority of the lesson since there were hardly any notes for him to catch up on. Despite this, by the time he had scribbled down the last sentence he had woken up enough for his shivers to start back up again. He was exhausted and the constant movements were just making his head pound. He was determined to carry on as usual however so was taking another few minutes to go through his new notes with a highlighter. The calming scrape of the nib across the page allowed his mind to wander to last night. From some miracle he hadn't done that stupid yoshi impression since he fell asleep last night. He briefly considered himself lucky. He must've tired himself out yesterday and got it all out of his system. But almost on cue he felt the pressure rise from his chest into his throat. This one felt different though. Almost more familiar. Out of sheer curiosity he inauspiciously pretended to absorb himself into his work and let the sound take over him. Bakugo wondered how his impressions had suddenly become so good as a "Kacchan!" echoed throughout the classroom. It was a relatively lucky thing for his body to choose to say because sure enough everyone turned to face Deku who just spluttered trying to explain the sudden noise. He didn't miss how Aizawa's eyes that seemed to linger on him instead of the nerd though.

Aizawa finally declared it a '10 minute discussion time' in a classic attempt to waste time until the bell rang. Both Aizawa and Bakugo knew damn well that no one actually discussed the topics in these times. It was a free for all to put it lightly. The class had quickly joined up in groups and he knew his friends were watching him, waiting for him to join their little circle. But instead he pulled out his headphones, quickly turning on his only playlist full of relaxing music. He had noticed a couple of days ago that some music seemed to calm his body's movements down and after yesterday he was ready for any sort of break he could get. He didn't care if Aizawa was looking at him, he was fucking tired and refused to waste any more of his energy on meaningless movements.