Step into the adrenaline-fueled world of Katsuki Bakugo, a defiant and relentless teenager with a taste for trouble. When a daredevil joyride with his friends escalates into a high-octane chase through city streets, Katsuki finds himself at the hear...
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺止められないクラブ*ੈ✩‧ 1st Monday, April
9:10 am
The first class begins as soon as a tired black-haired man walks in, slamming the doors after he enters. His voice booming as he strode to a large podium, leaning against it. "Silence! As you know we have a new student joining our classes. Katsuki Bakugo, transfer student from Ketsubutsu Academy."
Some heads turned around to glance at the 'new kid', the man continued with a harsh tone. "I am Aizawa Sensei, your homeroom teacher. Before I begin today's lesson I have some class rules I will go over."
Great, just fucking great. Bakugo groaned as he raked a hand through his messy blonde locks. "Do I have a problem, Mr. Bakugo?"
Bakugo glanced up in annoyance as he stared at Sensei, rolling his eyes under his scruffy bangs and finally nodding as he peered around the faces staring at him. "The rules of my classroom are; once that door is closed and you aren't inside you're officially late and will be locked out of the class unless you have a pass. There will be no chatter unless you want detention, which includes groaning Mr Bakugo. All homework assignments will be due at the start of each lesson, if not handed in on time you will have a detention with me. Lastly, there will be no eating during my lessons. Any questions, Mr Bakugo?"
The blonde shook his head, his ruby eyes floating from the unkept man to the plain room. Everyone here looks soo plain and boring, ugggghhh. Bakugo sighed quietly, rolling the stud of his tongue piercing behind his teeth and leaning back on his seat, gazing at the window.
A small bird's nest takes his attention, balancing perfectly on the hook of a fork in the massive tree. Only just visible through the foliage. Curious the blonde sits the four legs of the chair back down, leaning up as if to peer into the nest. Huh, no birds... Or eggs, must be abando-
"Bakugo! Pay attention! Stop daydreaming during class, or I'll make you move to the front. This is your last warning," Aizawa called out, interrupting Bakugo's thoughts. He resisted the temptation to retort, silently urging himself to focus. Come on, Katsuki, pull yourself together. This is your final opportunity. Do it for Dad... for the old hag... for Goto...
Memories slam into the blonde like a sack of bricks, closing his eyes as he breathes in through his nose and slowly out his mouth. Soothing the anxiety rattling his bones, a sweaty palm bushing through stray blonde locks that fell onto his forehead. His body felt ablaze, the words singing like a broken record at full volume through his mind. I'll see you later, kid.... I'll see you... See you later... KID... I'LL SEE YOU LATER, KID....
His ruby eyes drifted to the empty nest again, focusing his everything on staring at the pile of sticks. His mind silenced slowly as he took soft inhales. F-Fuck, why do I have to be like this? Not here, never again. Closing his eyes for a second as he stopped bouncing his leg.
