His Letters | Todobaku

~37~

Bakugou stared at his feet the whole class, not bothering to listen to anything that was tought. 

It was uncharacteristic of him, but he could give less of a shit. Fuck the extras and what they thought was predictive of him and what was not. Fuck the shitty teachers. Fuck the stupid class. 

Fuck whoever was sending him those shitty letters and making his heart race.

Those shitty letters.

Those fucking shitty letters.

Bakugou hated them.

He hated them so much.

He hated how everyday, he would feel himself become giddy whenever he opened his locker to find a new letter. He hated how the letters made him smirk at the cheesy pickup lines and corny phrases. He hated how whoever was sending him these shitty notes could control him this easy. He fucking hated it. 

So he stopped answering them.

Let whoever was sending the notes be sad. Let them drown in rejection and sorrow. Let them sulk in self-pity. Bakugou could give less of a fuck. 

Yet, when Bakugou received a letter from his secret admirer saying "I love you", he really didn't know what to do. So he sent back the only thing he could think of. He sent something that could cover up the way he flushed when a new letter appeared in his locker. Something that could hide the way his heartstrings jumped at the flattering words. Something that could mask the way his hands melted when he gently opened a new letter.

"I hate you."

-Bakugou

No new letters appeared in his locker after that.

Bakugou wasn't sure if that was a good thing.