Hidden Passion (BKDK)

8# Spilled Truth

In the end Izuku did not figure out what exactly went down between Raiden and Katsuki.

After soaking his shirt in pudding with obvious eagerness while listening to Uraraka's gossip, he buckled down.

He glanced to Katsuki's loud and over-filling table with popular students, laughing and bragging: always having a good time. For some reason Izuku never envied that table. Sure, peer pressure is real and everyone wants to be the popular or associated with the popular students.
But to be honest, he was quite content when he finally was able to sit with someone in the cafeteria, after spending his first year in the toilet stall.

Green eyes skimmed over the table to see if Katsuki had seen how—

Izuku took a deep breath focusing back to his lunch.

Katsuki did not—absolutely not— and will not spare a glance towards him.

There's no need to worry about making a fool out of himself when Katsuki never acknowledged him the first place. Especially at school. At least one thing less to worry about, because the next thing was meeting Katsuki in class again.

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Punctual as ever Izuku was the first one to sit down in the classroom. Near the window, second row. It was a good place. Far away from Katsuki and his group who occupied the last row next to the door.

The door slid open and Izuku acted as if he was intensely immersed in scribbling down in his notebook, blending out the people who entered the classroom.

The teacher opened her notebook, taking off her glasses, wiping them clean before putting them on her nose. Izuku touched his eye bag. He still hasn't bought new glasses.

"I hope you all started your projects already. In this lesson I would like to go over some important points and tips which might help your research. Please sit down with your respected partner and listen carefully. Notes are not necessary because I will hand out some paper to you, but ask questions if needed."

There was a rumbling in the classroom, chairs scratching the floor, students talking, the grabbing of backpacks and placing them on the other's desk, opening of pencil cases and rummaging in their contents.
Izuku kept his gaze low, drawing a frowning Pomeranian dog in the corner of his notebook. He wasn't sure if he should move or stay— though he made no effort to see how Katsuki reacted to the teacher's request— but his question was quickly answered when he heard the blond approaching, grabbing the chair from the front row and turning it around: half facing Izuku, half facing the teacher. Hands in his pockets, man-spreading.

The frown of the dog in Izuku's notebook deepened, looking all moody. Quickly Izuku erased his sketch. He set his pencil down leaning back in his chair reluctantly.

"Hi." Izuku said. Involuntarily, a shy smile sneaked onto Izuku's face.

The red eyes barely acknowledged him. Izuku's smile fell away, curling his finger around a hair strain thinking he could hide his pinkish freckled face, the same way his glasses could.

That's good, Izuku thought as he grabbed his pencil redrawing the frowning dog. He definitely won't notice that my shirt is stained. The pudding stain was harder to get off than Izuku expected in the bathroom.