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Five - Discount Candy Cane

My weekend was as boring and miserable as ever.

With Todoroki staying with his family for a couple days, I had had nobody to practice my combat training with. . . Well, no one that was actually decent at fighting and put up a bit of a challenge for me.

Denki and Kirishima offered, claiming they would beat me, so I fought them both at once. . . and the fight lasted all of thirty seconds, and ended with them lying on the ground, mildly concussed.

I hadn't realised how much of a fight Todoroki put up against me, until I fought those two numb skulls and realised how bad they actually were at close combat.
Usually, a fight with Todoroki would last at least five minutes, and we'd do multiple rounds, to help us both build up our strength and endurance.

After working out, like I did every day for a couple hours, I went back to the dormitory to shower, eat, then tried to finish up some homework, seeing as we had been given a heap of it, and we all had a test on Tuesday.

Turns out, I was so use to hanging out in icyhot's room at night that it felt weird being in my own room in the evening, and I struggled to concentrate. I had actually walked to his room last night, hoping to lay on his futon while I studied, because that thing was so comfortable, but the bloody bastard had locked his room when he left for the weekend.

I did a bunch of back and forth study in the library but with no luck. I even tried to get Yaoyorozu to help tutor me for a couple hours, but she refused, insisting that I was just wanting her to do all the work for me, so I gave up and went back to my room.

Normally, if I was struggling with any of my homework, I could ask icyhot to help me out, and he would, no questions asked. But he wasn't here.

Luckily, they invented cellphones for a reason.

In all honesty, very rarely did I text half-and-half. He had said we should exchange numbers to keep in touch for things like training or an assignment, and that was all. I hadn't texted him for anything but those two things, and it may sound strange, but there was a weird sense of security that came with having his number.

I sent him a quick text, that said, "Have you finished English homework? I'm stuck" and that was all that needed to be said. He would understand.
Usually he'd send back a long paragraph of writing that had questions and answers for the homework, and even some of the notes he had taken in class, all perfectly alphabetically categorised.

But I didn't get a text back.

And that was another thing that seemed odd to me.

Icyhot was quick at replying, usually within five minutes, but an hour at most.

That's why it seemed very odd when an hour had gone past and there was nothing from him.

I sent him a second text, just because I thought I should make sure that he had actually received it, saying "I need your English notes pronto," but I still got no reply. That hour turned into three, then three hours turned into seven.

What was going on? This was really unlike him.

I went to the living room, and the first thing I said was, "Has anyone heard from the candy cane?"

Tsu, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu looked up from their textbooks, "No, we haven't, sorry. Why do you ask, Bakugou?" Yaoyorozu asked, curiously.