Make it stop!

Chapter 29

Bakugo heard the front door open and peeked from his room, seeing his teacher hang his coat up on the rack. Aizawa turned and saw the other, gasping and grabbed his heart.

"Damn it, kid. Scaring me like that."

Bakugo cackled and walked over from the hallway. "It's late teach, where were you?"

"You should be asleep."

"But I'm curious!" He grinned. "Surely, you did something else! Did you gamble?"

"No, of course not." He sat on the couch in defeat, tired from the blonde's antics. Bakugo wasn't finished and sat next to his teacher.

"I could fail your next paper, you know."

"Come on! Tell me about it, I'm bored."

Aizawa facepalmed. "After the meeting I went with Yamada for drinks."

"Woah."

"Is it that surprising I have a life outside of school, kid?" He turned the TV on.

"Perhaps, you're close with present Mic, right?"

"No, we aren't."

"Come on, you are. Do you maybe like him sensei?" Bakugo stuck his tongue out.

His teacher turned pink and had enough of the ridiculous banter, pushing the blonde up and back to his room. "You need sleep or you'll be grumpy in class."

The door shut shortly after and Bakugo blinked. No way, did he actually like the loud guy? The class shared rumours about it so it wasn't a massive surprise for him. Kind of wholesome though, go teach! He thought. He couldn't deny however, that it was interesting to learn about his teacher's day-to-day life outside of school, he was like a distant wine aunt. He was the only one that interpreted it that way, the majority of the class dubbing Aizawa as Dadzawa on how protective he would get over his students, let alone the class pomeranian.

Bakugo went to sleep and woke up more exhausted than earlier. What was the point in sleeping then? He groaned and zipped a monster in his bag. The monster can (pipeline punch) made an appearance later, during the period before Aizawa enters to begin the day. He opened the can and took a deluxe sip, tracing his finger across the decorated pink-coloured can.

The song playing on Spotify sucked ass so he changed the song to something more fitting. His arm reached to grab the can but all that was there was thin air. "The fuck?" He looked around and put his phone down. It disappeared and Bakugo wasn't an idiot so someone stole it. Probably the grape fucker. Bakugo stomped over to make some homemade grape juice to serve to his friends at break but noticed two things in front and paused. Firstly, his teacher had entered without getting his attention and secondly, the can was on his desk.

"You insomniac, give me back my can!" Bakugo barked.

Aizawa rolled his eyes over and smiled. "You can have it after class."

"THAT'S MY DRINK, BITCH!"

The rest of the discussions in the class quietened, the focus being Bakugo's yelling at the teacher. London put her hairclip down and called out.

"Stop whining, Bakugo. You're not special."

The boy froze at the words. Turning around, daggers were sent from his eyes but that wasn't what made her so scared. Bakugo couldn't see but his teacher was sending greater daggers to the student, coated in poison.

"Silence." He responded, before turning to Bakugo. "Sit down, or I'll pour it down the drain."

"Whatever." Bakugo flopped on his desk, yawning.

Aizawa went through notices as he did most days, a few classes that weren't memorable, and came along break time. It was mostly uneventful until he brushed past Monoma. It spiked nerves inside despite the other not responding. He didn't know why but his body started acting up, repressed emotions filling his throat and he gagged.

Why and how, he questioned as he sat on the couch in the teacher's lounge. He didn't really remember how he got there, everything at the moment was a blur. What brought him back to the present was the warm steam that hit his face as he held the mug of hot chocolate. A few teacher's were there, tapping on the computers. Aizawa originally sat next to his student but after the polite refusal in opening up, his teacher left him peace and the mug to drink. He still sat nearby, on the desk, incase the boy changed his mind.

Bakugo felt much more soothed with the warm chocolate in his stomach. With everything, he observed parts of the room - coming familiarised with it. The few framed pictures of positive affirmations and the bookshelves that were full of books targeted at various topics: most of them being maths. Despite being good at the subject, Bakugo had seen enough fucking letters (algebra) in it to be satisfied for the rest of his life. There was a corner that sustained a basic kitchen, a sink, kettle, fridge and few cabinets sitting together.

Bakugo's eyebrows relaxed as did his posture, he turned to his teacher to see him looking at a website similar to Amazon?

"What you doing?"

"I'm making a shopping list, a few things needed for the dorm."

"Can we get a speaker?"

"No."

Bakugo puffed, taking more sips of his drink. The short answer given by his teacher wasn't the full explanation, he had purposely kept it short. A blue speaker was in the shopping list, but he would reveal it after the term to Bakugo as a reward for his determination.