Bakugou Angst Stories

Weighing Grudges 001

I've been called in personally by U.A, to scan through memories.' Her eyes are invading, encroaching in on your personal space with only a short glance, 'you can call me Ayako sensei. But of course you've heard of this a week in advance? From what I heard.'

Her looks alone could win enough eyes to get her high up places, but there's something that remains true in her voice. A certain innocence or purity that's not withered, she's such a disarming woman. Except those eyes. Her eyes look as though they want to snag all the secrets from your head. It's an odd contrast, and keeps Katsuki from staring too long at her.

Annoying as hell too. U.A hired a fucking shrink to pair up the two rivalling classes. Class 1-B and Class 1-A. Apparently, Katsuki pummelling more than a few students from that class quirklessly (during training), was enough for U.A to step down their fucking foot. Funny how whenever he used his quirk it was seen as less violent than his bare arms; same intentions and purposes, different connotations and followthrough.

So now, they're going to have to get together like a happy little fucking family, and watch each other's motives for being a hero. In U.A's theatre. On a screen so big it takes up the majority of the wall. Of course the screen's opposite the drama stage. A stage fit for a lax musical or a high budget opera. The chairs can spin on command, since there's some boxy, see through command room on the side walls. Present Mic sits inside, manning it. Right now they face the stage, obviously.

Stupid shrink somehow had the most convenient quirk in the world. To be frank, Katsuki's not exactly sure how the fuck it works, but it isolates some thoughts and prints it on a nice big screen for the world to see. Something about the person not being able to lie, and it pulling out some interesting results.

Deku squirms uncomfortably from the seat beside him, wringing his hands together with enough force that little bursts of teal energy zap through his fingers. The theatre room was completely full, but the classes were still sectioned away even though they had chosen their own seats. 'This seems fun.' Deku sounds more like he's trying to convince himself.

Sidling closer to Deku, just to whisper meanly in his ear, 'What? Scared they're all gonna find out your fuckin secret?'

Deku doesn't respond instantly, but he soon gives a limp nod, 'It's terrifying. After... well, everything. I can't have it come out like... this. Oh, All Might would be so disappointed in me!'

'For what?' Dunce Face butts in from the seat above, arms draping on Deku's chair as he leans in. Deku flinches, his wide eyes move back to Duncey. He just laughs at how much he startled Deku, and Katsuki finds himself grinning.

A light sigh, 'You've joined alliances with Kacchan now?'

'Always been,' Duncey grins a grin that just screams for Katsuki to knuckle it off, 'me and him are tight.'

'Soon I'll be forced to deal with more morons like him,' Katsuki scowls, eyes pointedly reaching to Class 1B's side of the theatre. A motion that wins only a slight smile from Deku, who then shrugs, moving back to face his lap. Back to fidgeting with himself like a worry wart. God, Katsuki just wants to shake some sense into him. All Might's already done some social networking, the shrink won't even be playing the goddamn part where Deku snuffs some of All Might's hair or whatever. Despite how Katsuki really wants to see how it went down...

He's not saying a word about that though. Let Deku worry.

Katsuki really notices how divvied up everybody is when he takes his eyes off Deku, even the teachers. Yeah, the students were petty enough to separate into different blocks of themselves, but so were two teachers. Vlad King was on the other side of the stage, at the corner close to entering backstage, and Aizawa was opposite him. It was only Midnight and All Might who straggled around between the two like nomads since they taught both classes.