Fuck You, Fuck Him.

Chapter 4

He actually ended up getting a detention when he finally decided to show up to class. Him. Well, it wasn't like he hadn't ever gotten one before, he's had plenty for simply being around a certain group of four idiots. But he hadn't ever gotten one for being half an hour late to afternoon class. He thought it would have been best if he just went back instead of skipping. It wasn't like he could use being sick as an excuse even if he did actually end up throwing up. That was the excuse he used the last time he skipped and it didn't exactly turn out the way it was intended.

So there he was, sulking in a detention. His teacher was sat endlessly shifting through bits of paper and he sat doing absolutely nothing. This matter of complete and utter boredom would be easily resolved if Aizawa had just let him off with a warning. Neither would be having to sit through devasting silence but, then again, there was no telling that he wouldn't be bored when he got back to the dorms. With no friends, Katsuki could only really eat, study and sleep in those damned dorms. It would get repetitive. Alas, he felt like doing none of them.

His face was still annoyingly warm, his cheeks felt like they were on fire and his eyes felt even worse. Yet with a little sniffle his teacher spoke up. "Allergies?"

Katsuki scoffed. Allergic to what? Feelings?

There was a beat of silence before the classroom door slid open, in came a certain redhead that he only dared to glance at for a few seconds in the window. Actually upon seeing him all he had wanted to do was shrink into his seat and cover up his face; 'I can't see you, you can't see me.' was the vibe he wanted to go for. Seeing him, thinking about it, feeling his heart squeeze at it made him want to cry again. Katsuki had never cursed himself out so much in his life.

Instead of trying to shrink to the size of a pea, he closed his eyes. But even then it wasn't like he could shut his hearing off. God, if he could...

"You asked for me sir?", Kirishima mumbled in a tone that was hardly recognisable as him. He could imagine there was hardly even a smile on his face with how ill-tempered he sounded. It was unlike him, yes, probably Katsuki's fault, yes. 

"Your homework... where is it?", Aizawa demanded. Oh, if he could just run away.

Katsuki's eyes snapped open though, he kept his eyes trained on his desk. He kept glaring and glaring.

"I—...,", Kirishima let out a sigh, "I forgot... sorry."

Aizawa too sighed out in disappointment, continuing to look through the papers laid out in front of. "Your grades have been slipping since the start of the year too. What happened?"

Kirishima didn't give a verbal response. Somehow Katsuki felt a little smug, Kirishima's good grades in the previous years were how wholly dedicated he was to teaching him... is what he would like to say but the credit he could actually take from it was very little. So long as Katsuki explained it well enough in a way he could understand he was fine. 

Katsuki glanced up at the clock behind his teacher, a spark of joy exploded in him because he was not sitting in such a morbid place for any longer. He was quick to spring up with his new found energy. 

"Where do you think you're going Bakugou?", Aizawa spat out and caused Bakugou to pause in his steps, "I don't recall saying you could leave."

"Hah?! It's been an hour!", Bakugou gritted through his teeth.

"Only the detention for being thirty minutes late is over.", Aizawa had a wicked grin on his face, "Did you know there is cameras on the roof?"

"There are no—", Katsuki halted his breath as Aizawa's face dropped. Ah- he was gonna die.