your version of the sky - k. bakugou

11 - suspect.

a/n: before y'all question things about like dorms and the actual canon ua traitor, pls remember that this book doesn't follow the canon storyline, like, at all. ty and enjoy <3

Hagakure had an issue with her facial expressions. Bakugou began to notice how she had a problem with being able to hide them. Her confusion, her anger or annoyance, and her joy were all obvious, written across pale features. But mostly, as of late, a sheet of sorrow had fallen across her. 

As confusing as it was to try and understand why she would be so melancholy about people being able to see her damn face, Bakugou knew the true sentimentality of a quirk. And luckily, he still had his. 

- 

Yaoyorozu's birthday party was probably the most chaotic yet sophisticated event Bakugou had ever been to. 

For the past hour, he'd been standing in the corner of the room. It was a large space―more like a castle than a mansion. The walls stretched high, the ceiling impossibly tall. Nearly every room was rewarded with an intricately detailed set of wooden french doors. 

He could admit his own house was big, but this was ridiculous. Of course, Bakugou was still going to be filthy rich when he was older, and maybe buy a nice house, but not a giant ass mansion for some ridiculous price just for himself. 

His eyes scanned the room, landing on you. Kirishima and Kaminari had vanished a while ago―Kaminari leaving for snacks and Kirishima blending in with everyone else on the dancefloor. 

And now Kaminari was slipping his way through the small crowd, following you. You, who seemed unnaturally anxious about something. Bakugou saw it in the way you were massaging your temples, in the way you were waving a hand in front of your face, in the way you were frantically looking for something. 

He could hear your erratic heartbreat from here. 

Kirishima inquired about your state only to be rejected, and same with Deku. Both of them were brushed off so easily by you. 

Bakugou squinted his eyes before setting his cup down on the table, recalling the awkward interaction at the bathroom and the strange smell that had lingered there. He wandered over, shutting the door quietly behind him, though the music was much too loud to hear it.

He spun on a heel before ripping the shower curtain open, finding nothing laying in the tub, nor along the shelves holding full bottles of shampoo and such. But there was a definite smell that lingered here. 

So Bakugou spent his time searching as thoroughly as possible. Whatever was here, you had come back and hid it once he had left. He knew there was something. It was an uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach. There was something you were hiding. 

How else would that explain your sudden appearance at U.A? Or your success in class? Or your strange behaviours and Dark Shadow lashing out at you so suddenly? Bakugou could attest to the fact that Tokoyami was a weird, quiet kid, including Dark Shadow. However it was unlikely he would do something like that. 

With a quirk as unpredictable as Dark Shadow (for goodness' sake, Dark Shadow was like a completely independent part of Tokoyami), someone like Tokoyami would have learned overtime to control his emotions. 

And then there was this most recent interaction between you two. 

Bakugou bent down, opening the cabinet beneath the sink. His heart sank at the metal canister set on top of fluffy pink towels. 

But it wasn't necessarily the canister that was scaring him. It was the timer, the red numbers slowly counting down the few remaining seconds before it went off. Bakugou stumbled back before snatching the metal object, Bakugou hopped on top of the toilet and blew a small hole in the glass of the stained glass window. The red flowers detailed on it burst into red and yellow blurry shards.