After class, I exchanged numbers with the trio. I had to get Bakugou's number from Kirishima since he seemed to avoid interacting with me. Either there was something I was unaware of or I was just a puny extra that wasn't worthy of his time. I didn't care either way.
I stayed after class since I had cleaning duty for the day. I got lost in thought as I cleaned the board. My brain soared across different philosophical concepts I had researched recently. I wasn't thinking about them for the project, it was just because I wanted to.
I muttered to myself, "I feel like most people are humanist without realizing."
That was when I heard a sound that snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned around and Bakugou was there. He looked as if he was just caught doing something wrong. I didn't say anything and went back to cleaning the board.
He spoke cautiously yet still with a slightly harsh tone, "A-aren't you going to ask why I'm here?" He sighed before muttering, "You probably already know why, don't you."
I continued cleaning as I said, "There's only a few options. The most likely of the few are you're either observing me because there's something you're trying to figure out about me or you're waiting to corner me. If not both."
Bakugou let out an incredulous scoff as he slowly approached me, "Something about you really pisses me off."
"I'd say there's something about me that also scares you."
Before any response was heard, he had aggressively grabbed my wrist that was outstretched on the board.
With his physical contact, the condition for my quirk was met and I could hear his thoughts.
It was a bit jumbled as thoughts usually are, but to summarize, he was thinking, "Why are you pretending you can't hear this? You've been hearin' my thoughts this whole time! And everyone else's! Why do you act so nonchalant all the time!"
And for verification, yes, his thoughts were also loud. And yes, there were also many things that I did not want to remember.
He squeezed my wrist a bit harder.
I ignored the pain easily and calmly responded, "So you remember what my Quirk is. I'm impressed."
He shoved my wrist away, "How could I not, idiot? Ever since your Quirk was said on the first day of school, it stuck out in my mind. Like a thorn in my side."
I dipped the board eraser in its cleaner, "Well, there's something you seem to misunderstand about my Quirk. I don't always hear everyone's thoughts at all times. I can only hear the thoughts of someone I touch."
