The Heart Exchange (bnha agere)

Chapter 30: Doodling

Cws: minor reference to self-harm
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    Though it wasn't at Katsuki's request, they found themselves in Mr Aizawa's classroom longer than the rest of the students… And they didn't know why exactly. Mr Aizawa opens his drawer. It was stuffed with feline magazines, chewed pens, scraps of paper, and there's probably a half eaten sandwich in there too. Bakugo tilts his head, watching on with curiosity. He'd prefer to have his baby blanket with him; he doesn't usually have first period in Mr Aizawa's classroom, and he feels a bit like he's done something wrong. Aizawa wrestles out a notebook, and a packet of pencils from the deep, decrepit crevice of his drawer, and places it down on one of the desks in the front row.
    "How about you do some drawing, Bakugo." He says, tapping the desk with one of the red pencils. Katsuki's eyes ping pong between Aizawa and the notebook. He bites his thumb. Is this a genuine prompt? Katsuki's experienced enough punishment from grown men, and sometimes he just can't convince himself he's not a total problem child. Mr Aizawa sucks his teeth, and slowly drops back into his seat. "You don't have to, of course, but you might get bored otherwise. He states, placing a pile of papers in front of him, and clicking his pen. His sooty, glittery eyes meet with Katsuki's, and the boy lets out a breath he didn't quite realise he'd been holding. He's… Not going to be yelled at.

    Bakugo sits down at the desk, and swings his legs. The room is outstandingly quiet. Only the soft scribbling of Aizawa's ballpoint could be heard, causing Katsuki to feel a flurry of self-consciousness the moment he opened up the pencil box, and the rainbow sticks came tapping onto the desk like wooden rain. A few rolled off the desk, and bounced onto the floor. Bakugo pushed their chair out to bend over, and grab them, an action that would initiate an obnoxious screeching noise. They grab the pencils, and cautiously sit up straight again. Their hands are sweaty. Mr Aizawa blinks at them, scratches his stubbly chin, and goes back to writing. Weird. Bakugo was sure he'd get angry.
     Katsuki opens the notebook. Most pages in it are empty, aside from a number of small cat doodles near the back. Bakugo giggles at them, and draws his own kitties, playing with the ones already drawn. At some point, Mr Aizawa's intrigue overwhelms his workaholic attitude, and he peers up.
    "What's so funny, Bakugo?" He says. He can't resist the smile forming on his face as he watches his student draw in the notebook. Bakugo pauses, and lays the brown pencil down.

    "I saw there were kitties in here, so I… I drewed other kitties to play with them."
Mr Aizawa sighs, and shakes his head slightly, not from disappointment, but rather amusement at Bakugo's decision. He'd forgotten about the cats he'd drawn on his breaks. They were just things he'd drawn absentmindedly, but he was glad that Katsuki is able to derive enjoyment from them.
     "Can I see the cats you drew?" Mr Aizawa extends out his hand, gesturing for the notebook. Katsuki sucks his thumb, and leans over his desk, clumsily handing his teacher the notebook. Mr Aizawa scans the drawings, each one adding another twinkle to his eye. The drawings are sloppy, and childish, but so endearing. Mr Aizawa returns the notebook to Katsuki, and clicks his pen. "Very nice work, Bakugo." He says. "Has your week been okay?" He asks, only due to his concern that Bakugo may be going through something mentally distressing. Why else would he be in this type of childish state?  Bakugo picks up a red pencil, and shrugs.
     "Been okay… I miss Kirishima, can I see him at lunchtime?" They start drawing their boyfriend. His big muscles, and his spikey, red hair, and his sharp, shark teeth… Bakugo giggles at his drawing. Mr Aizawa furrows his brow.
      "Yes, you can. Do you need to see him for something important?"
"I looooove Kirishima!" Bakugo babbles, swinging his legs, and waving his pencil around in enthusiasm. "Kiri is the bestest, most cool, and awesome Daddy ever, and… And he plays dragons with me." They smirk, seemingly very smug about having a boyfriend willing to indulge them in their playtime. Mr Aizawa gets this puzzled expression on his face for a moment. He started having uncomfortable thoughts that perhaps his student was sharing too much information about "night-time" activities. Yet, it appeared that Katsuki was just talking about Eijirou as a supporting carer for him - that maybe the boys found a lot of innocence, and tranquillity in one another. Aizawa isn't oblivious, and he hears small pockets of information during his classes. He's had a hunch that the two are entangled romantically. It's sweet, actually.

    Aizawa peered down at his papers once more, listening to the sound of Bakugo's pencil scribbling on the paper. He had a lot of questions, although he wasn't sure if now was the best time to ask when Katsuki was acting like this. The boy continued drawing. They drew everything from dragons, to dinosaurs, to Allmight, all whilst sucking their thumb. At one point, Bakugo started getting hot. It's a rather sunny day, so it's not surprising. Without much thought, he tugged off his school blazer, draping it over his desk, and continuing to doodle. Mr Aizawa sipped his coffee. He does a double take as he catches sight of Katsuki's arm. Sure, a lot of the students have minor scarring from missions, but those are messy, and wild, and jittery scrapes across the skin. They're not as precise as this.
     Mr Aizawa's eyes narrow into slits. He'll need to talk with Bakugo at some point. That doesn't seem… It doesn't seem right at all. He tries to convince himself that it's nothing, but his belief in such a statement is only skin deep. He can't ignore things like this; it goes against his conduct as a guardian, and safeguarder.

    Bakugo remains unaware, and picks up a black pencil. They know what they're going to draw next… Mr Aizawa! Katsuki sucks his thumb, and begins to draw on a fresh page. He wants to make his teacher proud, especially since Mr Aizawa already loved his previous cat drawings.
      After a few minutes of determined drawing, and precise as possible colouring, the drawing is complete. Bakugo jumps up from the desk, and grins. "Mr Aizawa." Katsuki stumbles over to Mr Aizawa's desk, bouncing up and down on his feet, and clutching the notebook to his chest. Mr Aizawa holds his hand up, and continues writing. Bakugo huffs, and repeats. "Mr Aizawa, Mr Aizawa, Mr Aizawa, Mr Aizawa, Mr Aizawa-"
Aizawa's eyes flash up at him, and his hand falls back onto the desk with a thunderous thud.
     "Enough, Bakugo." He grumbles, massaging his temple. "What is it?"

   Bakugo pouts, and turns up his nose. "Well… Now I don't wanna show you, stinky." He mutters, squeezing the notebook. Mr Aizawa raises an eyebrow.
     "Show me. I'm interested."
     "Mm… Fi… Fine." Katsuki opens the notebook again, and presents it to him, unable to resist showing off his fabulous artwork. Mr Aizawa squints at the drawing, before chuckling warmly. He hasn't received a present like this in a while. Eri had drawn similar things, but it made sense, she's a young kid. However, it appears that, at least right now, Katsuki is too. Aizawa gives him a thumbs up with one of his hands.
    "Very good. I like it a lot." He says. Bakugo's face breaks into a grin, and he spins around, bumbling back to his desk, pleased with the affirmation. Maybe this wouldn't be too hard for Aizawa to deal with after all.
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A/N: I do love a bit of Dadzawa content... I can't resist. I dunno when my next update will be but I'm going on a short holiday soon :)