𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃

𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 『 016 』

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    THE principal sat behind his desk, his gaze stern as he stared at Katsuki, the boy leaning back in his chair with a hostile look in his blood-red eyes. A scowl permeated his expression, not looking none too pleased for being called there, however the very action of harming another student in such a way calling for immediate action and discipline that couldn't be ignored.

    "Bakugo..." the older man began as he cleared his throat. "From what your homeroom teacher and several other student eyewitnesses have told me, you just walked through the door this morning and randomly attacked another student. Why?"

    "I did it 'cause he's a fucking bitch," Katsuki immediately snapped back. "Happy?"

    "That is not an answer."

    "Then what the hell is, sir?"

     "You slammed his head into the wall at least eight times before the teacher walked in and pulled you away," the principle read from the file on his desk, his lips set in a firm line as he shifted uncomfortably from the gruesome pictures taken of the wounded boy. "And with no provocation at that. It's unnatural, to say the least, so there must be a reason."

    "He just pissed me off."

    "It also says he was talking to another student by the name of (L/N)... what a coincidence."

     Katsuki stayed silent.

     In all honesty, the man was expecting for the boy to snap back at him again with yet another violent and vulgar quip, yet when he said nothing, it instantly ignited his suspicions. Turning around and looking through his drawers, he finally found (Y/N)'s file and opened it, reading the information present. His teeth clenched from what he read. He didn't know why, but the situation was starting to become a bit clearer.

    And he wasn't sure if he liked that.

    "So (L/N) does have something to do with this..." he muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "And you both were in here just recently because of your actions described by others as 'violent.' So, I can't help but wonder... what is your relationship with her?"

    "The fuck?" Katsuki growled as he stood up, the chair falling over from how violently he did so. "Why are you asking about that?"

    "I only ask because everything you do... it always seems to somehow involve her," the principle tapped his finger against his desk as he stared the boy straight in the eyes without wavering, feeling as if he hit the mark considering his reaction. "And the outcome is never good. It's leading me to believe that maybe I should separate the two of you. Of course, you're still expelled. I cannot allow what you did today to slide, please unders—"

    Katsuki slammed his hands down on the man's desk, effectively startling him.

    "What?" He laughed eerily, as if amused. "You want to separate her from me? And now what... you're expelling me? You really think you can do that? Are you serious?"

    "I am the principal," the man affirmed. "I have the power to expel you."

     "Then I guess I'll just have to fix that..." Katsuki drew backwards with a slight stagger, looking completely unhinged as he stared the man down with a glimmer of hostility radiating in his red eyes. "I have to say, though... you will be sorely missed." With that, he launched himself forward and had the man pressed against the window behind him, a knife to his throat, the glass almost cracking against their weight as he snarled, "If you're dead, that will fix everything, won't it?"

    The principal couldn't speak.

    Didn't dare move.

    As he searched Katsuki's face, he paled upon the realization that he was being completely serious.

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To be continued...