ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. || 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶

Yes, Sir. || Chapter Nine

Shinso POV
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As expected, I was told I could leave later that evening although lessons had already finished and it was infact approaching dark. As I stepped outside the hospital wing, most the UA lights had been turned off and the janitor was sweeping the corridors.

"Hitoshi!" Dad's voice caught my attention. I turned to my side, seeing him moving towards me, "Recovery Girl told me you were leaving, drove over as fast as I could."

"Thanks... where's papa?" I questioned, looking out the window to see the black car parked outside to be empty.

"He's got a show tonight." Aizawa explained, "It seems we're going to be staying in the dorms for a couple of days anyway."

"Alright.. are we going to the show then?" I asked, a gentle smile across my face.

He raised his eyebrows, a slight shock across his expression, "If you're up for it I could drive you over? We assumed you'd want to rest."

I thought for a second. The last thing I wanted to do was rest - I'd been resting all day and sleeping for hours before even waking up. But if I was truly realistic with myself, I didn't have the energy to listen to people screaming. Papa Mic was a part-time DJ alongside his pro hero profession, radio-host show, modelling gigs, teaching, personal training and tutoring sessions, meetings, interviews, big events and hero get togethers which he typically catered for. So in short: we often had a VERY full schedule.

"I don't want to rest." I admitted, "But I don't think I want to go to a rave either." Aizawa chuckled slightly as I thought about what I actually did want to do, "Where's Eri?"

"With Mirio at the moment. I can get her for you if you want?" He suggested.

I slowly shook my head, "She enjoys spending time with him, I'll just head to the common room."

"You sure? Hitoshi, I can stay if you want-"

I interrupted him, "Papa will want you there. I'm totally fine! It wasn't like she stabbed me in the heart."

"Yeah but pretty goddamn close!"

I smiled at him, "Dad, I'm fine. Trust me! And tell papa that too."

"Alright..." he mumbled, "We'll come check on you when we get back, okay?"

"Alright." I nodded, watching him walk away and back out to the parking lot. He kept looking back at me as he went, constantly making sure I hadn't changed my mind but I wasn't going to.

As soon as I saw him enter the car, I began making my way over to the 1-B dorms building. I was in the middle of transferring my things over to 1-A and my bed had already been moved but I'd rather spend my time in their common rooms than class As. I just knew them better.

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Third person
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The weekend flew by rapidly. Shinso hadn't done much over the past two days since he had gotten out of the infirmary but by Monday evening, as soon as lessons ended, he was more than ready to get back to training.

He had wanted to for a while but there hadn't been anyone to train with over the weekend. His dads were jetting across Mustafu for Present Mics work. He had slightly overbooked and Eraserhead agreed to tag along, mostly consisting of sitting in the passengers seat of their car and sleeping soundly until they reached the next stop.

Shinso walked into UAs training gym only minutes after the end of school bell rang. He had rushed towards it, ignoring everyone who tried to stop him to say hello or ask how he was feeling. The word of his and Bakugos encounter with the villains didn't seem to have gotten out but there were a lot of rumours created about where he could've disappeared to. He had decided to just ignore them - the gossip would die down within the week.

He placed his bag down on one of the benches. His jacket was soon thrown to the side, hanging over his bag as he picked up some weights.

It felt peaceful in the room. Shinso always did. It was like the world melted away as he improved himself, trained and worked out, his dreams encased him. They felt real. They felt possible.

"The fuck are you doing here, freak?" Bakugo asked, walking inside and slamming his bag down on the bench. It dropped and ended up landing on the floor, he just groaned and ignored it.

Hitoshi scoffed, looking towards the blonde, "What does it look like I'm doing? Opening the chamber of secrets?"

"Ha. Ha." He mocked, "What a fucking hilarious joke, you have me creasing."

With a roll of his eyes, Shinso went and placed the weights back where he got them. Suddenly the peace had been ruined. For some reason, unknown to him, Katsuki had completely shifted since their last conversation. One day he was crying in his arms, the next he was completely ignoring him and by that Monday morning he was back to his usual, taunting self

"Shut up." Shinso said, standing behind the blonde as he put his water back in his bag. He really didn't want to deal with Bakugos attitude today.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, a gentle smirk clear on his face. When Hitoshi turned around to be facing him, he stepped closer and gazed directly into his eyes, "Yes sir."

I feel like this is the part where I am meant to explain how we reached this development.

Only problem: Even Bakugo didn't know what had compelled him to act such a way.

Shinso could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. His whole body grew warmer, cheeks flushing a bright pink. Was Katsuki Bakugo flirting with him? The look in his eyes said he was and if Shinso didn't know him any better he wouldn't have to test the theory, "Are you flirting with me, sweetheart?" He asked, grinning. One hand came up to lift the others chin, gently propping it backwards.

Bakugo tilted his head, smirk widening then pulled away. "Hurry up freak, we're here to train so either get out or get ready to have your ass beat."

"Oh fuck you!" Shinso scoffed, "As if you'd beat me. I'd have you pinned in seconds."

"Want to test that theory, eyebags?"

"Gladly."

And so they did. Or... he did?... Shinso did. He had the blonde pinned down on the floor, stomach first as he held his hands firmly behind his back.

Bakugo was panting heavily underneath him, trying to catch his breath although that was increasibly difficult from the way his chest was being pushed into the concrete flooring. "Asshole."

"Not my fault your so easily angered. You answer me so quickly..." he said, leaning down so his mouth was beside the others ear, "Good boy."

"Holy shit just fuck already." A girls voice came from the door.

Both boys attention was instantly snapped towards her, Shinso jumping up and letting go of Bakugo so he could get back onto his feet as well. "The hell are you doing here!?" Hitoshi questioned, finally realising who it was.

Kendo laughed, "It's a pretty public gym, Shin. Honestly I'm surprised nobody else walked in. Just be lucky Monoma is still changing."

The purple haired boy quickly reached for a towel, covering his face with it. He was blushing immensely, which was quite obvious to the ginger but at least he could pretend he was only wiping away the drops of sweat that had collected on his forehead.

"Are all of class B weirdos?" Bakugo questioned, "You like watching two dudes fighting? Pretty fucking perverted of you."

Shinso chuckled, removing the towel to grin at the blonde but Kendo just laughed at the comment. "Don't flatter yourself, Pomeranian. You're really not my type." Her eyes wandered towards Hitoshi with a smile.

He smiled back, knowingly before going to grab his jacket and bag. "See you in class tomorrow, Goldie locks?"

Bakugo just stared between the two, was he missing something??