Not My Choice | BakuTodu

One - Get Lost, Pickachu

"I SAID OAT MILK AND NO SUGAR." Bakugou yelled, wiping the remaining droplets from his chin. Never mind the spray of hot beverage he had spat out across the bench and at Mineta's face. "AND YOU MADE IT TO COLD!"

"Are you still on that diet?" I asked curiously, as I grabbed a wet rag and began wiping down the bench, nudging a whining Mineta out of the way.

Bakugou seemed to think it was a good idea to go all out and try out a new diet so that he could get his body in the best shape possible for his hero training, and it had been a nightmare for all of us.

The first week consisted of him being moody and complaining that he was constantly hungry, then the second week was him being drained physically. He had no energy to do anything, and was napping all the time. Third week, he seemed to have improved a lot, but was working out and training all hours. We barely saw him that week, not that half the classmates minded though. I think they enjoyed the peace and quiet, more than they cared to admit.

"You're damn right I am." Bakugou seethed, tipping the remnants of his beverage down the drain, before heading over to the kettle. "I'll make it myself. Everyone else is useless, anyway." He said, as he began making his drink just how he liked.

I shrugged my shoulders, having learnt not to take anything Bakugou said or did, too much to heart.

He and I, had become closer after we both passed our Hero licensing exam, and helped save the day when those ratbags were causing havoc.
Since then, Bakugou and I had been paired together for combat training, and most class assignments.

Come to think of it, even before passing our Licensing exam, we often were paired into a duo, but that might have been because we both failed our exam the first time round, and were often falling behind our other classmates academically, because we had our course to focus on.

I didn't mind though. It allowed me the opportunity to see the real Bakugou, learn more about him, and even become friends with him, although he'd never admit that aloud to anyone else, or even himself.

He still called me 'half-and-half,' and made fun of my scar, but I didn't mind. Like I said, I had learnt to ignore the blond's insults.

I grabbed my mug and book bag, then headed up stairs and went straight to my room, closing the door behind me. I set my drink on top of a coaster on my desk, then sat in my chair and pulled out my textbooks and notes. I had a a heap of studying to do before our test next Tuesday, and it being a Thursday night, I felt a little stressed about getting it done in time, because I had a family gathering this weekend.

A couple minutes had passed before a knock was heard at my door, and I said a quick, "Come in!"
The door opened slowly, and to my surprise, it was Denki.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting." He said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck upon realising that I was in the midst of studying.

"No, it's fine." I responded, setting my pen down beside my textbook. "How can I help?"

"Oh, I don't need help with anything." He said, as he entered my room and gently closed the door behind him. He then turned back around to face me, and gave a small smile, "I just wanted to check on you. Bakugou seemed in a bit of mood downstairs just before."

Realising that my friend was just wanting to check up on me, I felt a sudden appreciation for Denki's appearance, although it was still mixed with a little annoyance.

I was often seen as the sensitive one, and a lot of people thought I was quite slow mentally because I was bad at reading people's emotions and picking up on sarcasm and so forth. I just take things quite literally; but I never once considered that there was something wrong with me, because I was confident in myself and my abilities.