Close calls mixed signals

It all started with that damned sex-ed class.

Midnight, as usual, strutted into the classroom with a smirk plastered across her face, a bottle of perfume in hand. "Alright, class, gather around! Today we're diving into something a little... more personal," she said, winking as she set the bottle down. "Sex-ed, everyone! I know, it's gonna be fun."

Class 1-A and 1-B exchanged uncertain looks. Bakugo, his usual scowl in place, muttered under his breath, "This is gonna be a nightmare..." while Uraraka nervously adjusted in her seat, her face flushed.

Midnight wasted no time, starting with the basics, explaining anatomy, relationships, and consent. But as the lesson progressed, something strange began to happen—curiosity stirred in the air. Their classmates started asking questions, each one more awkward than the last. Bakugo, already uncomfortable with the situation, glared at everyone around him as if daring anyone to bring him into this conversation.

But when Uraraka—fidgeting with her fingers—timidly raised her hand, his eyes snapped to her. "Uraraka?" Midnight smiled encouragingly, clearly enjoying this far too much.

"Well... uh," Uraraka stammered, "what's it like, you know, being in a relationship? Is it just... about the physical stuff?" Her voice faltered, and everyone else in the room held their breath, waiting for Bakugo's inevitable reaction.

There was a long pause, and then Bakugo exploded, "What the hell kind of stupid question is that?!" His cheeks were a shade of red that almost matched the tips of his spiky hair. "You think this is something to joke about, huh?"

The class watched, captivated by his outburst. Uraraka, taken aback but with her usual determination, shot back, "I'm just asking! You always act like you know everything about everything, but you've never even had a real relationship!"

"W-What the hell's that supposed to mean?" Bakugo growled, crossing his arms. He was getting way too defensive.

"I just want to know, that's all," Uraraka replied, trying to hide her nervousness. "Maybe you could help me understand better?"

There was an awkward silence, and then, as if on cue, the other students began whispering and making teasing comments. Izuku leaned toward Tenya and whispered, "Do you think something's going to happen between them after this?"

"Knowing Bakugo? Probably an explosion..." Tenya replied, his glasses reflecting the tension in the room.

Meanwhile, Midnight saw the golden opportunity and grinned. "Alright, class, let's dive a little deeper—sometimes it's the emotional connection that matters more than anything physical, and knowing your feelings can make a big difference in a relationship." Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she glanced at the two of them. "But maybe someone like Bakugo could explain it better than I could?"

The entire class stared, waiting for Bakugo's reaction. Uraraka's heart raced, and she found herself wanting to know more too, despite her discomfort. Bakugo's face was turning bright red, and he opened his mouth, looking for a comeback, but nothing came out. For once, he was speechless.

"Hey, don't you dare put me on the spot like that!" Bakugo snapped, his hands clenched in tight fists. "I'm not here to teach anyone about relationships!"

But it was too late. The seed of curiosity had been planted.

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After class, the tension hung thick in the air. Uraraka couldn't shake the feeling that something between her and Bakugo had shifted. She found herself thinking about him more than usual—his angry outbursts, his pride, and that brief moment when he couldn't answer her question. It was... weirdly cute.