In Loving Memory

Listen man, I'm not a therapist, but I think you have issues

The next day, while Izuku was in his old room pondering what to do next, class 1-A had been left with a free period to chat and relax before going straight into training for the upcoming sports festival. Katsuki was deep in thought, silent and hardly paying attention to the conversations nearby.

"Hey guys, you'll never believe what I found out today," Ochako grinned.

"What?" Tsuyu replied

"Todoroki studies law in his free time."

"It's nothing much," Todoroki shrugged. "It just helps to know."

"It's official," Ochako joked. "Todoroki is now the class lawyer."

"I don't think I'm serious enough to be a lawyer," Todoroki said dismissively.

"Are you serious?" Kaminari exclaimed. "You're the stiffest kid here, other than like, I don't know, iida."

"I am not stiff!" Iida shouted.

"You're so aloof all the time and always seem to be thinking about something. You're like a really exciting shade of the color gray."

"I just get upset a lot is all," Todoroki said flatly. "My dad says I have a short temper."

"A short temper?" Kirishima snorted. "You? Your dad has clearly never met you."

"You don't seem like that kind of guy, man," Kaminari said cheerily, patting him on the back. "I think you need a friend or two."

"Who is your dad, anyway?" Ochako asked.

"Endeavor," Todoroki said flatly.

"Endeavor?!?!?" The class almost exploded. Even Iida was surprised. Katsuki didn't say anything.

"It's not too big a deal if you've grown up dealing with him," Todoroki shrugged. "He's a dirtbag."

Iida finally spoke up. "I don't think it's a good idea to say-" Todoroki shot him down with an icy glare, and iida shut up.

"Yeah, no short temper in sight, man," Kirishima added, breaking the sudden, terrifying silence.. "I've seen people with a short temper, and man, you're not it." To everyone's surprise, Katsuki didn't respond. He was still absorbed in his own thoughts."Hey, Bakugo. You okay?"

"Huh?" Katsuki looked up once he heard his name. "What did you say?"

"Bakugo, my man, are you alright? You've barely said anything today."

"I'm fine," Katsuki grumbled, slumping in his chair. Kirishima and Ochako exchanged a glance.

"I mean, it's fine if something's going on right now," Kirishima offered. "I mean, I've been having a rough time, my flower garden has been having some flowers go missing lately. It's just a few but it's making me pretty upset, you know."

"I said I'm fine," Katsuki snapped, and Kirishima stepped back, suddenly going silent. He wasn't doing okay, and Kirishima knew it. Maybe Ochako did too, but he wasn't sure. He glanced at Ochako, and she only looked back with concern. He was right. "Just leave me alone."

Kirishima ended up going home frustrated and confused, after exchanging phone numbers with Ochako of course. As soon as he got in the house, he stared out at his flower garden, trying to think over what to do. He spotted Katsuki walking down the street, and him plucking a few flowers from the garden. "No freaking way," he said under his breath, rushing out the door.

Katsuki walked quietly down the sidewalk, a bundle of flowers in his hand, that he was tying together with a ribbon he had found in his room. "Hey! Hey, Bakugo!" Katsuki was jerked out of his thoughts. He stopped in his tracks and turned to see who was calling for him. Kirishima was rushing down the sidewalk, wheezing. "You didn't tell me you had a date, man."