You sat in class playing with the rings on your fingers. You pondered what the 4 could mean. Again you thought back to the 5 that was displayed there previously, say, that was about a month ago.
Oh.
Oh.
A month had already passed in this strange world, everything came flooding back, this world, this time, it was all foreign to you. Sudden realization dawned on you, four months until what; you go home? You are stuck forever? You...die?
"Excuse me Miss. (L/N)." Your eyes got as wide as saucers.
"Y-Yea?"
"Can you repeat to the class what I just said?" Mr. Aizawa questioned.
"Um, no sorry." He held back rolling his eyes and sighed through his nose.
"We have a project coming up Miss. (L/N). I recommend you pay attention because this is twenty present of your grade. Also I'll see you in detention after school." You cringed and cursed under your breath.
"Yes sir." Your words would drowned out by the boisterous laughs of, none other than, Katsuki Bakugou.
"Mr. Bakugou do you have something you would like to say!" Aizawa spun quickly on his heals glaring at the blonde.
"No sir." He quickly quieted his laughter.
"Well speaking of this project, it's a partner project. I would like to hope that you and Miss. (L/N) will have plenty of time to collaborate during detention tonight."
"But sir-" Katsuki started.
"Enough! You will be working on the project together, and I will be seeing you both in detention at 3:30 tonight, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." You both said.
"Would anyone else like to join them?" There was a thick silence before Aizawa sarcastically thanked the class and continued talking about the project.
You listened to the explanation of your project. You would be doing a complete review of a major United States current event, then you would present your event in timeline order. The catch was: the group of two would also have to write a 5 page, well written essay, about the current event.
I guess it sounded simple enough . But without the use to modern technology you didn't really know how it would go.
"I have printed a list out and I'm handing it out to you all. You may choose a current event from this list or chose your own." Aizawa explained, "Make sure that if you choose something that you can find lots of information about it; and make sure it's relevant in all of our lives. I will count a current event to be anything after 1970. Once you and your partner have decided what you want to do go write your names on the board with what you are doing next to it. Go."
You grabbed your sheet of paper and hurried over to the grumpy blonde and sat down next to him.
"What do you want to do?" You asked scanning your eyes over the list.
"You choose." He answered simply.
"Vietnam war?" You asked before watching two guys quickly rush to the board writing your suggestion down.
"Guess not." He sneered.
"Challenger?"
"Eh. Too boring."
"What's boring about a SPACESHIP BLOWING UP!"
"No." He rolled his eyes. You watched as all the interesting "current events" were being taken and you were left with nothing.
All of a sudden it struck you. You got up quickly and rushed over to Aizawa's desk, ignoring your partners protests.
"Mr. Aizawa?"
"Come to complain?" He questioned without lifting his head to look at you.
"No sir. Just a question." He didn't respond, just looked up, you took this as a sign to continue. "Is it ok if we do an event from 1969?"
"No."
"But sir, please, this is a super interesting event. It had a huge impact on the United States."
"What was that Miss. (L/N)?"
"Woodstock sir."
"No."
"Mr. Aizawa, please. I could make a great case for it, and it's just half a year behind criteria. Plus it would be a super interesting paper. I'll pour my heart and soul into it." He sat with your argument for a few moments before finally, reluctantly agreeing. "Yes! Thank you so much!"
You quickly walked to the board and wrote down "Katsuki + (Y/N) — Woodstock (Aug. '69).
You smiled fondly at your chicken scratch writing and walked back to Katsuki.
"What even is Woodstock? Is it some lumber thing?" You rolled your eyes and smacked the back of his head. "Ow! The hell?"
"I guess you are gonna have to find out pretty boy." His stomach did a summersault as you said those words.
"Better not be boring." And with that the two of you were planning when you could go to his place again.
"We can go to your place, or, if you want go to-"
"Yours?"
"The library. Perv." You rolled your eyes.
"Hey you have been to my place. Why can't I go to yours?"
"Because my place is better, why? Because it's mine. Plus I don't want Katsuki germs all over my bed."
"So we're gonna be spending a lot of time on your bed, sounds to me like this project isn't gonna get done. I guess I could finish something else though." Katsuki said in a hushed voice, leaning in to whisper into your ear.
Your face turned bright red and in a state of panic you blew right into his ear. You heard the loud blow repeat from his hearing aid slightly after you. He cringed and backed away.
"GEARHEAD, FUCK! That was so loud!" He raised his voice at you.
"Sorry I panicked", you said truthfully. No a moment of weakness.
"Oh?" He said with a cocky grin. "Sweets? Do I make you horny?" He asked. You flushed red but he didn't stop, "does the thought of me staying true to my work keep you up? Do you get all hot and heavy thinking about me? I saw you looking at my hands today at lunch, were you fantasizing about me, what my rings would feel like inside you? Tell me, would you beg me to get on your knees?"
You quickly turned away and stood up. "I'm grabbing a book." And with that you went to the small book shelf in Aizawa's room, already covered with students who were also searching for books, like flies to honey. Except these people weren't nearly as turned on as you.
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