-as a student who transferred into university in the middle
of the year for classified reasons, y/n struggles to fit the
expectations that are set up for here- especially when she
begins to break some of the rules that have been placed for
her c...
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chapter six: the promise
The next day in class you feel a bit awkward with Todoroki sitting next to you. You haven't said a word to him since the night before and you haven't got a clue what you even could say. You don't really bother talking to Jirou or any of the others you've grown fond of and when you look over at Bakugou you can tell that he's already figured out something's up.
After class, as you're gathering your belongings and everyone else is walking out, Bakugou walks up to you.
"What's going on?" he asks in a huff as though it's more of an obligation to talk to you more than anything else. However, he said he didn't want to get in your business so he must care for some reason.
"Hi, Bakugou, nice to see you, too. I'm just packing up my stuff," you reply.
He rolls his eyes at your response. "I don't need the attitude. You know what I meant."
"Nothing has happened if that's what you're so concerned about. I agreed to stop seeing him like you told me to, that's all," you lie as you keep your eyes on the notebook you're placing in your backpack.
"Bullshit."
You sigh as you look around the classroom. Not even Aizawa is there anymore so you're free to talk. "Fine. Todoroki and I kinda had a... moment."
"What the fuck does that mean?" he shouts.
"Chill out, don't be so loud or someone might walk in! And he kissed me," you bark back before growing quiet at your admission of what happened the night before.
"What?!" his voice continues to boom. "Are you fucking insane?!"
"Why the hell do you care anyway?" you ask back. "You said you didn't care and it's over with now so what's your problem?!"
"My problem is that I'm actually trying to help you before you fuck up your life! I know what that's like because believe it or not when I was in high school I almost did the same thing! I lost my temper easily and-"
"Ha! You interrupt, "that's not hard to believe at all. You're still hot-tempered!"
"But at least I'm trying, goddammit! If you don't want my help then fine. Just try not to fuck things up for yourself," he sighs, slinging his backpack over his shoulders and getting ready to walk out.
Feeling a bit stung after realizing that he's genuinely trying to be a good friend despite his grouchy ways, you call out to him. "Wait! I really don't want to fuck up this friendship, too. Can we please move on from this?"
Bakugou turns around to face you with a big smirk along his lips. "Sure, but only if you share your notes on all of the lectures before our test."
"What's wrong with your notes?" you grumble.
"I'm either always distracted by those damn extras or falling asleep from boredom at the slow pace Aizawa talks in," he sighs.
"Yeah, I can understand that," you nod. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal."
