𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝘬. 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶

twelve.

A week had passed since Y/n returned to the dorms. Her wounds were still present, healing slowly, but she was finally starting to feel more like herself. She could walk without wobbling, and the pain had dulled to an occasional throb. Her classmates had been supportive, checking in on her daily, and for the most part, things were returning to normal. Except for one thing.

Bakugou.

Ever since that day in the hospital, when he had caught her, helped her up the stairs, and even entered her room for the first time, Bakugou had started distancing himself. He wasn't around as much, and when Y/n tried to talk to him, he was brusque, giving short replies before walking off. It wasn't like she had expected him to hover around, but his sudden coldness confused her. They had been getting closer-or so she thought.

Did I do something wrong? she wondered, staring out the classroom window one afternoon. The distance Bakugou had put between them confused her. Every time she caught a glimpse of his face, he was either scowling or avoiding her gaze altogether. She didn't understand it.

"Y/N? You okay?"

She snapped back to reality, blinking as Midoriya, her seatmate, waved a hand in front of her face.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Y/n lied, managing a small smile. "Just... thinking."

Before Midoriya could respond, the sound of Aizawa's voice cut through the classroom.

"Alright, listen up." He pushed up from his chair, his face as tired as ever. "It's that time of the year again. School festival week is approaching, and the staff has asked for each class to decide on their theme. You'll need to submit your decision by the end of the day."

Excitement buzzed through the room. Everyone started talking at once, tossing ideas around with energy.

"We should do a cafe!" Mina exclaimed, bouncing in her seat. "It's a classic, and we could dress up!"

"How about a dance performance?" Kirishima suggested with a grin. "Something flashy to get everyone pumped!"

Jirou shook her head. "What about something more low-key? Like a music stage, maybe?"

As the ideas flew around, Y/n found herself glancing toward Bakugou, who sat at the front of the room with his arms crossed. He hadn't said a word. In fact, he looked like he couldn't care less about the conversation. It hurt her to see him so distant when just days ago, he had been so close.

"Let's vote!" Kaminari shouted. "It'll be easier to decide."

After much debate and discussion, the class eventually settled on a theme that had everyone excited: a horror booth. It would allow everyone to contribute their quirks and ideas, making the experience as immersive as possible.

"Alright, we'll do a horror booth," Aizawa confirmed, writing it down. "Start planning."

The room erupted into chatter again, and Y/n found herself trying to focus on the preparations. But her mind kept drifting back to Bakugou. Why is he acting this way? The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Whatever was going on, she was determined to figure it out.

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The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over U.A.'s grounds. After the announcement of the school festival theme, the class buzzed with excitement, throwing around ideas for their horror booth. They hadn't realized it but due to their excitement, it was finally time for lunch.

Y/n, however, instead of joining in with ideas of her own, felt the need for some quiet. The constant noise in the classroom was too much, and her thoughts kept drifting back to Bakugou. She needed space to think.