Make it stop!

Chapter 13

From first impressions of the room, it was pretty organised, neat and modern, plants and paintings scattered around to make it home-like. Nonetheless, Bakugo found it cozy, he couldn't lie about that. His teacher told him he would be right back and to make himself comfortable on the cream couch in the meantime. His bag was next to his feet, standing out from the overly organised place. To pass time, he checked messages and replied specifically to Pinky so she was informed that he was doing okay. That was all he felt like texting so he turns his phone off and takes another inspection of the room. There was a fairly nice TV, at least 40 inches in size if he had to guess. And a coffee table with a cream rug around to compliment the couch he sat on. The kitchen was behind him with barstools to counters, there was not a dining table. It did have more life than his dorm, a place that was slowly decaying over time - something he ripped apart. Just like his mental state, ahaha. Jesus.

"Problem kid, I'm back."

"Sensei do I really need to--." Bakugo protests.

"Yes, I have a spare room so it's yours. You'll find it. Run along as I'm making dinner."

How awkward... he stands up, stretches his legs and walks down the hallway. The first rooms weren't what he was looking for and eventually he found one that looked like a spare room. Without bothering to check he dumps his bag down, flopping onto the bed and nuzzling into it. Holy shit, now that's comfort.

Less than an hour later, dinner was ready so Aizawa woke his student up by tapping him on the shoulders. The latter groans, preferring more sleep.

"Come on kid, eat the food and you can sleep later."

Bakugo sighs, sits up and rolls off the bed. Standing in the hallway, he inhales the scent of fresh battered fish. Mmm, he smiles as he walks over and hops on the barstool. A plate that's cleared sits on the sink, Bakugo assumed Sensei has eaten it beforehand. It's really good, the first bite almost being enchanting. Today he learnt that his Sensei was a damn good cook. "Holy shit, what did you put in here?"

Chef Aizawa rolled his eyes playfully at the poor language. He watched as his student shoved as much food as he could into his mouth.

"Careful kid, it's not going anywhere."

He ignores him and continues eating, devouring the rest. He stretches in delight. It's been a while since he ate anything homemade, despite being good at cooking himself. What could he say apart from the fact he grew lazy as time went on and lost the energy. So, it isn't bad to have Sensei making him good meals. Wait, what is he thinking about? It's most likely he will only he here for a few days so it is stupid to get comfortable. He leaves the counter and starts to walk away but pauses at the glare given.

"Did your parents never teach you manners?" Aizawa called out.

"Nope." He cackled and went back to the spare room. Without a second to waste; curling up on the fluffy bed.

After he finished putting the plates back in the cupboards, Aizawa sighed to himself. To put it simple, he had a lot to do with helping this kid. However, he was glad he ate a proper and was resting. It seemed his student was depriving himself of care. These troubled youths. As the final task of the day, papers are brought out of a plastic wallet and marked with green pens. He prefers finishing all his teacher-related work before the weekend comes along.

Villains are being brought to jail as told by the news playing in the background. It's great news! The last page is ticked and he packs the sheets away for Monday. It's pitch black outside, did it take that long to mark some English essays? Well, it is English so it is very likely.

Aizawa turns the TV off and turns in to his bedroom for the night.

Bakugo's pov.

I stir awake and expect to be in my dorm so when I open my eyes it takes a few seconds to register. Oh great, I'm literally in my teacher's dorm. But as the pro hero he is, I am curious. What type of shit does he have lying around? There has to be something cool. So, I get off the bed and first look around the room.

Seeing clearly isn't possible but the light from the hallway does help me make out the obvious. I pull open the cupboard that sits next to the door and of course, it's completely empty with some clothes hangers. That's pretty much the room, clean and empty. Well, I want to keep looking though. Cause I can. I slide through the gap in the door and walk under the shining light until I'm in the living room. With speed, I move to the couch and sit on it, thinking on where to look. Like I guess he's a normal dude but this place is so fucking normal?

Well, my mouth is dry like a desert so maybe I can just get a glass of water and then go back to sleep. I walk to the kitchen and look through the cupboards. I pull out the glass closest. I fill it up with water and then clean it because I felt bad not to, damn it.

"Bakugo?"

I turn my head, Sensei's in a black robe.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I usually struggle to sleep at night. I heard some noise from here."

Oh right, the fucker is an insomniac. I guess I owe him an explanation. I twist my neck around some more until it clicks and then I can look at him. "I was thirsty, got some water and now washed your glass."

"Very well, but I didn't think you would clean up after yourself."

"Of course, I look after myself, I'm not a damn pig." I roll my eyes and walk past him. This is going to be an awkward few days. Damn, I thought it was shit enough when I was with my parents. No, I'll take that back, it may be a little better here, but nothing I'd choose.