Make it stop!

Chapter 3

Midoriya discussed to his friends. "My history homework said to include the Marxist view and I tried looking it up but the concepts didn't stick with me." He fiddles with his fingers.

He knew Deku was asking his friend group for help but Bakugo had to preach on a special interest. It was as if he was awakened. Others didn't know that he took an interest in social construction and people's opinions of it, one of them being Marxists. The blonde leaned back on his chair and twisted his back to meet with a confused greenette.

"Hey dipshit, Marxism is a conflict theory that doesn't think society functions smoothly as there is a class divide between the rich and poor. So they are critical of capitalism as it benefits the rich."

"Kacchan!"

Bakugo nearly gagged at how his old friend's eyes glowed at what he did. Then he realised what he did. He helped the turd he wants to be better than with his history homework. What the fuck was that? Bakugo slowly puts his chair back on his four legs and feels shame within his bones. How embarrassing... he knew the extra was thankful as he chimed it enough times, but it was embarrassing because multiple people would have seen that. Why did he have to ask about his special fucking interest? Maybe the extras will just forget about it. However, one student took note of what occurred and didn't forget it.

He took a sip and leaned back when Mina came over. "Blasty those aren't good for you." She chimed.

Bakugo shrugged and suddenly grinned with a humourous idea. He lifted the can and chugged the rest down.

"How's that... raccoon eyes?" He gasps for air.

She rolls her eyes in disapproval and leaves him to be. Serving her right, she was bound to be disappointed. Huh, what?

It soon became obvious how having that monster didn't help, his head was muffled and intensely sweating. He had to focus, fucking do something. So he went back to yesterday with digging his pen into his hand, this time with a purpose. He pressed hard into his skin and stared forward with as much concentration as his current muzzled mind could muster.

And to him he succeeded. Maybe some of his hand was slightly bleeding but he has to make sacrifices to be the best, it's worth it. He has to. Things were manageable until lunch when he was exhausted. All the juice left and he wished he could have another at that very moment. He was sluggish as he packed his belongings, this allowed Todoroki to pull Bakugo outside and to the lockers where less people were.

The sudden movement made Bakugo dizzy but he could make out the red hair. "Ei?"

"It's Todoroki."

"Hah?" Bakugo rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times until he recognised the peppermint. It was indeed todoroki. The fuck did he want?

"I noticed you were tired."

"So what?"

"And." He lifted the bleeding hand and Bakugo finally felt the sting of what he had done earlier. However, he's feeling worse so it isn't anything to fuss about. Did he like it? No, he wouldn't, right?

"Whatever dumbass." Bakugo tried to push past but Todoroki blocked him.

"I'll let it slide but I'm keeping my eye on you."

The fuck is this idiots problem? Bakugo thought, feeling red from embarrassment. He's not some baby that needs to be watched, plus he couldn't let him notice he's slacking. He's his rival, if he realises bakugos slacking he'll surely use it to his advantage. So Bakugo could only do one thing, learn to pretend better.