{Heart Attack} Bakugou x Reader

|Chapter 2| Week 1:(August)

Great. I'm definitely gonna fail this class.
You let out a deep sigh and look around you. Everyone in the class appears to be uninterested in what the professor had to say. And quite frankly, it didn't surprise you. He had a monotone voice, and looked as though he'd been teaching this subject for decades. Honestly, he appeared to be extremely old, and looked like he'd keel over at any moment.
Watch out for those older teachers, Liam told you. They usually assign their own books for the class. As in, books they've written themselves.

Oh yeah. He was definitely one of those.

The girl that let you in taps on your shoulder. You slightly jump at the sudden touch and turn to look at her.
"Are you interested in what he's saying?" She whispers, pointing at the old man at the front of the room. You shake your head.
"Me neither, don't worry." She leans back in her seat and places her knees on the edge of the table, leaving her legs to dangle. She takes out her phone from her backpack and begins scrolling.
She has a small frame and tired features. Dark, indigo hair and eyes heavy with mascara and eyeliner. Although the room was freezing, she was wearing a purple t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, a black miniskirt with Doc Martens to match. Her earrings are skulls, the same graphic as the one on her shirt. Her hair was tucked behind her ear, as if to show off her many ear piercings. It was like a jewelry case. On her ears. Glancing up from her phone, the mysterious girl smiles at you staring at her.

"What? You like the fit?"

You blink.

"Oh...yeah."

She nods and proceeds to offer a fist bump.

"Kyoka Jirou, nice to meetcha."

"F/n L/n," You return the gesture, noticing the color of her nails. "Did you do those?" You say trying to make conversation, nodding towards her hands.

"Ah, yeah! Didn't take too long, but they're already wearing off as you can see." She shrugs.

"What about you? You into cosmetics?"

"Jirou," the old man breathes. "Answer the question please."

Jirou rolls her eyes and turns towards the man. She steals a glance from another kid in the class, in which you hadn't noticed until now. He had blonde hair with a black streak, pulled back into a small ponytail and glowing yellow eyes. He too was leaned back in his chair, completely oblivious to the  girl next to you.

Jirou gives a small sigh and quietly clears her throat, hoping to attract the boy's attention, but to no avail.

Then, the little cords attached to her earlobes began to move slowly towards the ground, inserting themselves into the carpet. Again, she clears her throat, a little louder this time, and successfully gaining the blonde's attention. He stares at her, confusion painted all over his face. She blinks twice and looks from the boy to the professor. He does the same.

"Kyoka Jirou?"

She opens her eyes wide as she looks at the professor and then back at the blonde again. A wave of understanding washed over him, and he mouthed something.

"1609 sir." Jirou says, giving the old man the sweetest smile she could muster.

"Correct," he sighs. "However, I was asking Ms. Jirou, not you, Kaminari."
The boy, now identified as Kaminari, blushed intensely, mouthing a tiny "sorry" to a pissed off Jirou. She slumped in her seat. "Ugh," she groaned. "It was already bad that he freezes his students half to death, but how did he know I was using my quirk??"