Behind Blue Eyes v.2 ((TENYA IIDA X OC))

Chapter 3

I sat on one of the school's benches early the next morning, scribbling aimless notes in a notebook as to avoid my tense household. Ever since his argument with my father, Grandfather had been stoically silent. It was eating me alive, and being shaken awake by the same dream earlier that morning didn't help, either.

I could never remember what happened in my dreams, but was still unable to ease myself back to sleep afterwards.

So here I was, at school nearly an hour before classes started, thwapping my pencil against the page of my notebook. I closed my eyes and huffed out a sigh.

The light, late summer breeze blew gently through my hair. It made me feel calm up until the vibrations of someone stomping against the concrete shook the bench I was sitting in.

I pursed my lips and scowled, knowing already who those foot falls belonged to. Bakugou approached me, as I had expected, with his hands shoved deep into his pant pockets. His expression was held in the same glare he always wore, however I could detect the tired glaze that shone in his eyes.

Bakugou stood in front of me, flicking his eyes around my face wordlessly with his bottom lip pushed out. He was evidently studying me, however, instead of feeling small like I had the previous day, all his stare seemed to do was irritate me.

"What's wrong with your eye?" Bakugou suddenly asked, and the sound of his voice made me jump. I didn't bother hiding my confusion as I covered my only exposed eye.

"What?" I blurted. "What's wrong with it?"

"Not that one, idiot," he had the nerve to roll his eyes before pointing a finger to the right side of his face, gesturing to my bangs. "The one you've got hidden under your ugly haircut. How can you even see?"

"Th-there's nothing wrong with it," I muttered, embarrassed as I tugged on the aforementioned strands of hair. "It's a little early to be pompous, don't you think?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes again before tucking his fingers back into his pocket. His mean stare never left mine.

"If there's nothing wrong with it," he began, eyes squinting. "Then what're you hiding? That's why you have that emo haircut, isn't it?"

"My hair isn't emo." I growl, thrown off by his persistent insults. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"You didn't deny hiding something, though." Bakugou observed, smirking mockingly.

"I'm not hiding anything," I insisted, looking off to the side. "I just prefer my hair like this. It's better than looking like an angry Pomeranian."

"At least I don't look like an emo loser!" Bakugou barked, his hand exposed to let off a mini explosion.

The bench I had been sitting in froze solid under my legs as I began to lose my temper, prompting Bakugou to take a surprised step back, eyes transfixed on the frozen metal. I stood up slowly, stalking toward him as the cement froze under every step I took. Despite our proximity, the hot head stood his ground.

"I'm not hiding anything," I hiss, standing as close to him as he had to me the day before. "Why are you so obsessed with me? Are you that scared of me?"

He stared down at me silently, his expression unreadable. His eyes were half-lidded as he studied me, and I could tell that his focus was on the right side of my face. His hand rose up quickly to try and flick my bangs out of the way, but before he could, I took three quick steps back with a hand clasped over them.

"So you are hiding something," he snickered and turned on his heel. "You won't be able to hide whatever's under there forever."

I watched as he made his way into the main school building, leaving me standing rigidly in the courtyard. I slowly lowered myself back onto the bench with my free hand grasping the wrist of the hand that still covered my face. My heart was racing out of my chest, and my breaths were ragged as I tried to reel in my temper.