Make it stop!

Chapter 33

Bakugo threw a punch to Todoroki, swiftly being dodged.

"Enough practicing." All Might called out.

Bakugo grunted as he walked back, annoyed for not causing more damage to his opponent. Todoroki playfully patted his shoulder.

"The fuck are you doing?" He flinched slightly.

"Praise."

"So, something your dad didn't give you?"

He chuckled. "You can say so."

All Might rounded up the lesson and ended it on time, asking (more like forcing) a few students to bring back gym equipment. As he ran back to change, Bakugo was glad he didn't get chosen as one of those unlucky bastards. He threw his blazer on and patted it, again and again. His lips parted with a groan as he shoved his hands into pockets. Wrappers, his phone, no, no. This isn't it. Where is his bear? His bear Brick was missing? Bakugo wasn't upset... a top hero in the making wouldn't shed a tear over a stupid bear, he was just disappointed. Which is valid because it's wasted money and such.

Bakugo threw his bag on, giving up and walking to his next lesson.

Revision lessons could be seen as a good and terrible thing. Good in the fact Bakugo can exercise his efficient revision methods during the free time, but the other class would be distracting which was the shitty part of it. In the lesson, Bakugo had a record of lifting up his head to see the commotion. On one instance, he saw Denki flying off his chair. And then the next time, Sero was arm wrestling Kirishima. He shook his head after 20th time of looking and finally blocked the chaos out. Ah, right. The fifth question, define why Karen is wrong about...

A pen hit Bakugo on the forehead as it flew past. He rubbed at it and stood up, ready to kill a fucker.

"Who threw the pen?" He called out, "I said, who threw the fucking pen!"

"It was myself, I am sincerely sorry, Bakugo."

He glanced at who spoke, noticing the black ponytail and rubbed his eyes, disbelieving it was from Momo. When did she start to do things like this? As the deputy class president, she wouldn't dream of doing it. Rolling eyes around, Bakugo slumped back in his seat. Most of the students were silent because of how calmly Bakugo responded. Heck, he didn't even insult her! Momo was one of those who took notice, fiddling with her ponytail as a darker shade of peach spreaded across her cheeks.

Bakugo ignored everyone and put his headphones on as it was allowed, finishing the questions with no other distractions. Afterwards, his feet dragged along the floor as he made it to the dorm. Aizawa wasn't there yet which didn't happen often and Bakugo wouldn't do anything different however, this time he felt intrigued. It wasn't good to snoop, especially in your sensei's place but if he wasn't caught then it wouldn't be bad, he thought and smirked. Cautiously, he looked around and when boredom creaked around the corner he couldn't resist looking in his teacher's room. The cool grey room added nicely to the rest of the apartment. Which was great for those aesthetic geeks but boring to Bakugo. He went to a desk and saw a frame.

"A little girl sitting on sensei's shoulder?" Bakugo muttered in confusion. He eventually gave up on anything interesting being in his room and flopped back on the couch with the remote. Two characters started calling each other names on screen but he thought instead about the girl. She had long grey hair, could have been a relative?

Perhaps one day he could ask his sensei without being scolded. To get it out of mind he zoned back in on the TV, it was a spongebob episode... that Bakugo may have a soft spot for. After ten minutes, the show ended so Bakugo changed the channel back to the news, well, he tried. The remote wasn't responding, the batteries had died and the next show that played was extremely childish, including pegasuses. He had to turn it off or he'll be the laughing stock for all his UA years. Slapping his knees, he walked over to the TV and looked around with hope to find a power button. Where was the bloody thing? It had to be somewhere.

Keys rattled as the door opened and Bakugo paused. Aizawa walked inside and saw Bakugo standing as pegasuses clapped hands on TV. He was surprised.

"Didn't know you liked these shows."

"I fuckin' don't, the damn battery died. Fix it." Bakugo flopped onto the couch in fury. Aizawa pressed the remote and learnt that his student was being truthful. New batteries made home in the remote as he showed Bakugo the procedure. "I'm not a baby, I know the basics."

Aizawa responded sarcastically, "sure you do. What would you like for dinner, sausages and mash or mash with pie?"

"Uh, pie please."

"Okay."

Bakugo walked off and flopped on the ever-so incredibly soft bed. Man, he wouldn't ever get used to that.

"Hey kid."

Bakugo rolled his body and saw Aizawa standing at his door. He stared, not bothered to speak. That changed once he saw what was in his hand. It was Brick! Somehow he came back. Again! Bakugo was joyed about it but tried to keep the smile hidden, although Aizawa was getting quite good at reading the boy.

"Whatever, give me it." He pulled the bear away and squeezed it in his hand. The bear had some dirt on his ears but still was going strong, what a resilient little guy! But he forgot to question how it got to Aizawa? Considering he wouldn't have known it was gone.