Wild Goose Chase

Chapter 5

Izuku shuffled into the classroom, attempting to ignore the students who snickered as they pushed him on their way past. He quietly sat in his seat, placing his stationary on his desk and awkwardly awaiting the teachers arrival.

The boy watched Bakugou stroll into the classroom, grinning widely as he practically collapsed in his seat and leaned back against the desk behind him.

Voices filled the classroom.

"Look at this new clip of Mirko-! It's so fucking cool-"

"I literally had an onion for breakfast hah-,,
don't look at me like that."

"Did you hear about the new hero debut-?"

"I'm so tired, kill me now."

"I'm joining the support course, like, I'm confident."

"you shouldn't be."

"Hey-!-"

those same voices decreasing as the teacher entered the room.

"Morning, everybody-! .." there was an awkward silence, followed by more silence.

".. We don't have anything to do for this lesson," a few cheered, an unamused expression flashed across the teachers face, "due to,,, your other teacher chucking your supply of work around the room." He sighed, mumbling under his breath over a 'blonde
loud-' .. the rest is probably too explicit.

(why are there so many blonde, loud people-?)

"so, converse."

It was silent for a second,

before the room erupted into conversation. He shrunk down in his seat, distantly wishing that he still had a notebook to write in. Even the teacher had something to do, crying in the corner while banging his head against the wall.

At least then, he wouldn't feel so lonely. He could speak to himself, in some way, even though it would honestly make him sound even lonelier.

- - -

Stupid Deku.

He wasn't at school yesterday.

Bakugou felt somewhat relieved when he made an appearance. A begging question on his mind for the past day had been, What if he actually took my advice-?

That instilled worry within him, but the blonde brushed it off and told himself to stop acting weird. Worry was not an emotion associated with Bakugou, and Bakugou was not a person associated with worry. No can do.

Bakugou rolled his eyes as hoards of extras surrounded him, acting like his 'friends'. If he wasn't so cool and honestly the best, then all them wouldn't be around for long.

He boredly placed his chin on his hand, his palm supporting his head and keeping it upright. He'd rather be doing something even more boring than this, if it meant he didn't have to listen to these dumbasses. Homeroom was supposed to be quiet, or at least Bakugou hoped that.

He wasn't going to tell everyone to fuck off, after all, they were surrounding him because he was bound to get into UA, because of luck.

Oh yeah, because his quirk is just so lucky and that's totally why he's good with it.

No the fuck it's not, it's because he trained his ass off to be better than everyone else. He earned that shit. He earned his place and his ability and his-