hypnotic [k. bakugou]

iv

now playing: castle by halsey

"alright, line up." aizawa's voice was tiresome but there was still angst and authority behind his tone. "we are doing quirk assessments."

class 1a had barely settled into their new classroom before being ushered into the changing rooms to swap into their gym clothes, with the acceptation of izumi. she was still wearing their school uniform, her skirt rolled up against her hipbones and button down hugging her torso. between her handful of training session with aizawa and the plethora of homework she had, aizawa thought it best if she didn't participate. her training was extremely delicate; aizawa couldn't chance overworking her.

"first up, ball throw... and just so we're clear, you will get a score on every event." he felt a playful smirk pull at his lips as he turned his back to his students. "lowest score gets expelled."

the class erupted, both out of fear and anger. "he can't do that!" one student yelled out before looking at the others. "can he?"

"of course he can't." bakugou scoffed under his breath. "he's bluffing."

aizawa peaked over his shoulder, hardening his stare for the effect of his joke. "am i?" the spring wind blew his unkept bangs into his face. "score low enough and find out."

while aizawa called over a peer of hers, izumi rubbed her eyes. sleep had been harder to achieve since she had started training. she didn't understand it. her body was drained, her mind even more so, yet the moment she fell into her bed she did everything but sleep. "where's your gym uniform?" a tough voice asked from beside her.

"up your ass." she closed her eyes, her eyes begging for peace and darkness. bakugou clicked his tongue.

"very funny." he muttered. he sunk his palms further into his short pockets. "but seriously, why aren't you changed."

izumi blinked her eyes open, being met with the pure brightness of the sun. her vision blurred for a moment but she pushed through it. "you suddenly care so much? see, this is what im talking about. you're always on my dick."

"if you're not doing the exams than that's bullshit." he hissed, flicking his eyes up every so often to see if he was next to be called up.

izumi crossed her arms over her chest, wincing as her forearms came into contact with her sternum. "it's not my bullshit to call-- it's aizawa's. complain to him."

"midoriya." aizawa's eyes scanned right past izumi's figure, as though the name didn't also belong to her. izuku lifted his head from his sneakers and shuffled up to the older. "here." he huffed, plopping the tennis ball into izuku's hands.

"why isn't hypno testing?" bakugou stepped to the front of the crowd, his hand jabbed backwards at izumi. her figure looked as though it was crumbling; her knees weak and her skin pale.

she felt eyes on her, their stares singeing into her back. izumi allowed her eyes to flutter closed again, refusing to meet with any of their curious pupils. she hated the mutters. the stares. she hated the unfair treatment as much as the rest of them, but it hadn't been her decision.

"yeah." one voice popped up into the conversation. "that's not fair."

"do you think she's ill?"

"what's wrong with her?"

"she should have to train like the rest of us."

bakugou smiled as the rumbles of his peer's voices got louder. he turned to look at her, watching the way she shrunk further into herself. his clicked his tongue. she was tough, he knew that. yet, in the moment, izumi had never seemed so lifeless. so frail.