𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘍𝘭𝘺 || 𝘒. 𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰

5. That's Suspicious, That's Weird... That's It I'm Going to Kill Him

Chapter 5:

The rest of the week went by without incident.

After that day in the hallway, Bakugo seemed to steer clear of me—like see me and go the other way steer clear.

It was... Weird.

I shouldn't have thought anything of it, really. But for some reason, I couldn't let it go.

And what was even weirder was that Bakugo seemed to lay off Midoriya too—this probably had to do with the fact that Midoriya, Shinso, and I had formed somewhat of a trio. So if Bakugo intentionally stayed away from me at school, then Midoriya benefited from that by default.

Still, the whole thing put me on edge. Like I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop—or in this case, for the bomb to go off.

Maybe Bakugo woke up one morning and just decided to be a decent human being or something. Well, decent wasn't quite the word to describe his current
demeanor. He was still insufferable, obnoxious, hateful, pick an adjective to insert honestly—it was just to a lesser-ish degree.

But just because a lion starts to act like a housecat doesn't make it any less of a beast by nature.

Keigo told me I was being overdramatic like always after complaining about Bakugo for the hundredth time. He also said that if I had time to worry about some boy in class, then I must not be working hard enough. I fully resented that statement and told him as much—while also throwing the closest object in reach at his head.

I honestly prided myself on how fast I could make Japan's number three hero beg for mercy. Then again, a hardback book hurtling at your head is probably enough to make anyone fold. But it serves him right.

Besides, even if Keigo was joking, he did have a point that, yes, I shouldn't have been wasting my time thinking about Katsuki Bakugo.

Yet here I was thinking about it.

A hand suddenly eclipsed my view, waving back and forth for my attention. "Y/n? Earth to Y/n."

"Huh?" I asked, looking up to meet Midoriya's viridian eyes. He and Shinso were staring at me. I had checked out of their conversation a while ago, but it wasn't my fault that my mind betrayed me and led me astray—straight into a minefield where sanity and sound reasoning goes to die.

"Thought we lost you there for a moment," Midoriya laughed. "You must really be putting a lot of thought into this. I know I did!" He held up his paper with a triumphant look on his face.

We were currently in Aizawa's class, filling out applications for our hero costumes. Apparently, we were going to be needing them soon.

I had thought about what kind of hero I wanted to be many times—what I wanted to look like and what I hoped to represent. I had a decent idea, but I wasn't sure if I could accurately conceptualize it. Being creative wasn't necessarily my strong suit.

Keigo made sure to give me his two cents on what my look should be when I told him about it. He said I needed something flashy with feathers or, at the very least, something that complemented his costume so we could match. Usually, I'd feel bad about breaking my poor brother's heart—but this was not one of those times.

Feathers were definitely not on the docket neither was being flashy. As far as I was concerned, I just needed to be protected and, above all else, comfortable. Hopefully, whoever was in charge of constructing the costumes would understand what I was going for.

I shifted in my seat, deciding to humor Midoriya with somewhat of a response. "Yeah, I've just—been thinking." About things that have absolutely nothing to do with this.