Make it stop!

Chapter 19

The bed was drenched in sweat as Bakugo wheezed between each breath. Another nightmare, another Monday. You could say he recovered or well... forced himself to. He couldn't lay in bed forever, the curse of stupid Mondays. The uniform was thrown on, which had also made home in the spacious closet. He marched out the room and saw his teacher ready (surprisingly), waiting patiently.

"You're forgetting something." Aizawa commented.

"Bullshit, I have my bag." The boy retorted.

"I'm talking about a missing tie."

"What?" The blonde gawked. "I ain't wearing a tie, never have and never will. That shit is stupid."

"I have a spare in my pocket."

He rolled his eyes. Did his sensei seriously predict it? How convenient. Despite twisting away from his teacher's hands, he majestically appeared in class, wearing a complimentary tie to his outfit. Think of it less as a defeat on Bakugo's end but more of something along the lines of... not being arsed to be nagged on a Monday morning by his teacher. He was tired as fuck and that made his head sore. An arm was placed on the blonde's shoulder, belonging to Kirishima. The blonde twitched but his friend paid no attention to it, after all, he was actually wearing a tie! This was a historic moment for UA.

"Bakubro! You're wearing a tie!"

Bakugo sighed, slapping his head hard onto the desk. "No shit, Sherlock." He groans.

"Aw! Don't be such a grouch, I thought you might have missed me."

Man, did he admire his friend's ability to stay positive but this moment was - utterly impossible - as dark as emos that drank monsters (hello fellow emos!). Bakugo sunk deeper into the desk, swimming in the abyss. As a result, he didn't speak so his friend took the initiative to walk back to his seat. He heard the fading footsteps and when he resurfaced from the depths, lifting his head off the desk he made a gentle plea.

"Stay..." His voice was barely above a whisper. Red eyes trailed over to matching red hair and he saw his friend; he had returned to his seat and it was too late. He sighed to himself and felt a tad pathetic. Pathetic for wishing that he had the warmth for a little longer. It was too late though as he received a hug but in the form of tar and soot.

Aizawa taught them the first lesson of the day, droning on and writing notes on the board for the class to copy down. Bakugo forgot what lesson he was in, he was just so tired, all he knew was that it was long and tiring to listen to. The idea of a nap was appealing and toyed with his brain, pulling him into a slumber. His neck jerked forward and he put his arms out to protect himself as his head fell onto the muscles. Perhaps he could close his eyes for a few seconds, use his sturdy muscles as a pillow. It was comfortable enough, though anything would be at this point.

Sero finished copying the sentence on the board. He stretched his long legs and turned his head around to see the blonde in his arms with spiky hair puffing out. The whole situation was very odd, the blonde never stood back from a lesson. Something could be wrong but it wasn't in his reach so he chose someone who understood the boy better. Aizawa walked back to his desk and seemed occupied, Sero learned forward on his desk and tapped Mina's shoulder. She turned around and stuck her tongue out. Following his finger, she noticed Bakugo and concern grew. She'll make sure to keep an eye on him in case.

"Sensei, why can he sleep in class? That's so unfair!" London batted her long fake eyelashes.

Murmurs spread around the class. He stared at his student, pen in hand. "Don't call out in my lessons."

She puffed and launched her hand into the air, waving it around. She was ignored and eventually dropped her arm.

Bakugo fluttered his eyes open after napping for a while, how long is what he didn't know. The class was packing away so it must have been the whole lesson, shit. His eyes met with Todoroki for a few seconds, Bakugo grumbled to himself. Unfortunately, it encouraged the other to walk over as he waited for this chance. Todoroki stood in front of the desk and waited patiently until Bakugo lifted his head.

"Bakugo." Todoroki calmly stated.

The blonde whipped his head around to see most of the classroom empty, the last people were leaving.

"Halfie." He responds, crossing his arms.

Bakugo was surprised at the sudden change of Todoroki's behaviour, contrasting to the determination shown before, he averted eyes and seemed slightly shy. After fishing through his pocket, Todoroki moved his hand to the desk and opened his palm: a small neon-yellow squishy bear. A toy?

"For where I lack in words, I hope this gift will suffice. Even if we annoy one another, I don't wish for you to forget the deep care I have."

Bakugo's jaw dropped as Todoroki calmly walked away, pushing past the door, or so he thought. The door shut and Todoroki sighed, feeling a blush on his cheeks. Whilst, the blonde looked at the bear that sat on his desk. A round face with black eyes that matched the nose. As it squished, the head stretched with a lighter colour. It was a typical stress toy. But he was given it... could he say it was a gift from the hot and cold user? Did he really go through the effort? Well, it would be a dick move to reject an offering... as it's free, and somehow interesting to play around with. In particular, the small paws that would become doughy when pressed on. The bear made his home in Bakugo's blazer pocket, for now.

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Midoriya was first to sit at the lunch table, Todoroki was second. The greenette turned to his friend and took the chance to ask.

"Did you talk to Kacchan?"

"Yes, I gave the gift."

"Aw, he'll appreciate it! Just like the gifts I gave him as a kid, he pretends not to keep it but."

Todoroki slightly smiled. "I hope it helps."

The bear - now named Brick - sat on the ledge and stared at Bakugo. He looked away and traced around the clouds floating by with his eyes. They looked like different crooked squares.