Who Would Have Thought?!

Ch.33

-13th July, Monday

—Author's POV

After PE ended everyone went back to their changing rooms, both girls and boys in their separate era running and laughing being excited since the day is over.

Bakugo eyes kept going back to Midoriya's way but it was in vain as the younger did not look back at him, or so Bakugo thought... but every now and then those emerald eyes stare at the ash blond... and his body in a peculiar way.

But no one noticed, not even the desperate Bakugo.

The greenette slowly, slowly got dressed, to the point of being so slow where everyone started disappearing from the room... except Bakugo.

Since said ash blond matched his speed of dressing with the boy.

Then again no one wanted to be in the same room as Midoriya.

Some give wary looks to the greenette but none said a word when their eyes met with that empty look he had been holding for the past few weeks, but honestly it felt like years to everyone... except those who had a thing for Midoriya's change in behaviour.

Because there were the girls who were overly obsessed yet they did not do anything other than mainly talk about the greenette or wave at him then laugh uncontrollably at themselves squeaking like little girls.

Midoriya even become as tall as Bakugo in the weeks that had passed by and seeing how his body started changing gaining muscles did not comfort the guys while it only excited the girls when they over heard the guys talk about Midoriya.

Most of them left the green haired teen alone but of course there were the thick skulled ones who wouldn't get it even if they seen their nerd classmate beat their friends up.

It was somewhat even fun for them as they would just beat one another up, but only when it would really take a long time throwing words then fists.

And as they were all had blue and purple bruises on their bodies Midoriya always seemed a lot better than the other and he even had those marks disappear faster.

They even thought he was using make up to make himself look better and cooler...

So once, they dumped a whole bucket of water on him while he exited the building but oh boy...

That, just like every other time now days, if someone tries picking on him, ended up with bruises and some blood, and the ones who had found it funny quickly ran for their lives.

And he wasn't wearing any make up.

The boys exited the room, once outside they somewhat mock the teen cold expression, how he keeps looking like some damn villain.

And Deku no longer meant useless to them either, and instead it meant someone you don't want to pick a fight with.

...Unless you want to being covered with bruises.

Midoriya sat there, he stopped putting his clothes on.

Instead he just sat on the wooden bench and stare at the plain grey locker across him, sitting in his black trousers, shoes and the white shirt he had throw on.

But he didn't even bother buttoning it up, he just let it hang on his body as he stare at the locker as if they were having a conversation and now he is listening to it, to the object speak to him.

But once Bakugo moved Midoriya eyes were on him even if the blond could not feel it, not one bit.

Bakugo left...

But then he came back in a few seconds after looking around in the room.

He approach Midoriya who stare at the lockers once again.