Bakudeku - Feelings?

Chapter 3 ~ consequence

I had gotten prepared to run, crouching on the ground with the tips of my fingers touching the light red concrete. The whistle loudly sounded to my right, my ears ringing slightly at the sound. I could hear Bakugos yelling from behind me as I started sprinting down the track, my anxiety starting to ease as I ran.
“You think your better than me, you fucking nerd?” Kachan shouted.
Everyone gasped.
“watch your language!” Tenya spoke, chopping his hands in the air.
“Shut it, four eyes!” Kachan says angrily.
I ignored his threat and continued to run as fast as I possibly could. Every time my feet hit the pavement, my speed slowly increased until I found a steady pace. I stared at the ground during most of my run, making sure I didn't unexpectedly trip. The white lines painted onto the red sun dried pavement seemed to stretch on endlessly.
By the time I completed my lap, I was covered in sticky sweat. I even started to sweat through my suit.
Dark spots were starting to appear out of the corners of my eyes, and I felt dizzy. It was probably from exhaustion. We weren't even halfway through the day, and I was already about to pass out.
I took off the mask on my suit, fanning myself with my hands.
Aizawa was already writing my time in and moving on to the next person in the long line. This was likely going to take all day.

It was lunch time, and surprisingly, the class had completed their running assessment.
I was waiting in the lunch line to get my food yet again. Kachan was ahead of me in the line, talking to Kirishima while occasionally casting glances at me. Was he talking about me?
Not that I cared.
When I got my lunch, I started to head to my table. I was suddenly stopped by Bakugou as he held his arm out in front of me.

“Hey, deku.”
“Hi, Kachan.”
I spoke worriedly.
“Can I talk to you for a bit?”
“Uh…”
I hesitate.
“Sure.”
“Alright. Come with me.”
Before I can say another word, he grabs me by my wrist and grips it very tightly. I dropped my lunch on the floor, and Kachan paid no mind to it.

We pass through a bunch of crowded hallways. Where were we going? This was nowhere near our class. ‘I think this is the room.’ I hear him murmur to himself. He knocks at the door.

The door loudly creaked open as he dragged me into the room. The space had multiple beds aligned next to each other, the walls the typical bland white color of the rest of the school.
“Hello, dearies!” I heard an old woman's voice say from behind us.
“Hi!”
I wave at her before turning to Kachan.
“Why'd you bring me here?” I whisper to him as he releases his grip from my wrist. He had left a red mark where his hands were.
Bakugo went quiet for a moment before answering.
“Because I noticed you were about to pass out after the assessment. I just… wanted to make sure you were alright. You got that, nerd?”
I glance confusedly at Kachan. This sudden kindness felt weird and unexpected.
Kachan had turned around to leave. But before he did, I thanked him.
“Thank you, kachan.”
“You don't need to thank me. It was nothing.” He replies nonchalantly, walking out the room.
I sat in the room in silence with the nurse by my side. She gestured for me to sit on the nearest bed.

“Your friend over there said you almost passed out. Have you been drinking enough liquids?”
I nod.
“Have you been making sure to eat enough food?”
She stares at me for a moment.
“That could be why. How long has it been since you've last eaten?”
I stop for a moment, counting the days in my head.
“It's been at least 3 days. But I'm sure I'm fine-”
She takes her cane over my head, messing up the green hair I had combed out this morning.
“I have some snack bars in my cabinet.”
She says, a slight smile appears on her face.
She had gray hair. Her gray hair was tied back into a messy bun with a yellow hair band. Her hero name was “recovery girl,” but I preferred to call her “nurse.”
The nurse walks over to her cabinet and grabs the snack bars. “The only things I have in here are snickers or skittles.”
“Which would you prefer to have?”
I take a moment to think about my response. They were both very good.
“I will take the skittles, please.”
“Ok dear.”
She hands me the pack of Skittles.
The bag opens with a tearing sound. As I pour the skittles into my hand, I hear the small bead-like candy collide with one another. I slowly pick up an individual skittle and hesitantly drag to my mouth.
Before I know it, all the skittles are gone, and the bag is empty. I crumple the bag in my hands and head to the nearest trash can to throw it away.
Before I left to go to class, she gave me the Snickers bar. “You should take this too. And don't forget to get plenty of sleep.” she says with a friendly smile as I close the door behind me.