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Bakugō Katsuki (3)

this is all i wrote in a month ._.

and it had to be the bakuboi like this is my third one and i haven't even gotten to midoriya aka most likely candidate for main character

sorry yes you want an actual author's note instead of me complaining about my pet peeve of writing only one character and how i've broken that one rule

uhh... author's note let's see- oh!! gender neutral reader-chan alert!!! but its like a good alert so have fun

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Library Moments

What did you do after school during your third year of junior high?

Some people studied. Some people hung out with friends. Some people trained with famous adults who they barely knew on a personal level but have stalked them to the point where they could probably tell the whole history of that person's career with little to no inaccuracies (idk who that could be tho uwu).

And I stayed after school to watch the library.

I know what you're gonna say. "Oh look! There's that big book-lovin' nerd!!" While it was true that I loved books (and still love them even to this day!), I had a reason. And it's a doozy, I tell ya.

I had the school's record for the most times late to class.

No, I was never proud of that. In fact, I would be one of the top students if my mom acted like... well, a mom. Ever since she left dad and won custody of me and my three younger siblings, she decided to "relive all those wasted years with that abusive, drunk bastard" and turned into almost that: a drunk bastard who came home at piss o'clock in the morning and expected me to take a baby to daycare and force rowdy twin boys (wHo just got their quirks, Fire Feet, mind you!) out to school without burning the house down almost every morning.

So yeah. Always late.

But, it wasn't that bad. The middle school's library was a small little corner tucked into the farthest recesses of the school. No one really went there, so I had all the time in the world to let the books consume me and to forget all about what I had to face when I got home.

And it was quiet. Always. This might not have been surprising to you, but it certainly was when I first ran the front desk.

I mean, the Bakugō Katsuki was watching it with me.

Apparently, someone just can't go around calling their gym teacher "a shitrag full of shit" just because said person prefers playing dodgeball without the use of quirks. And though we weren't in the same class, I had heard a lot about how he was so disruptive and egged on his classmates to the point where they were about to kick his ass. But they never did because A) Bakugō would find a way to make it seem like the person's fault (just to preserve his perfect little record) and B) he had the power to beat any opponent to the next century (especially now more than ever).

While his grades weren't suffering in the slightest, the faculty couldn't just let him graduate while acting like this. But at the same time, they needed him to graduate because he would be the first kid - or at least one of the first I would later find out - from the school that would get into U.A.

So, they thought of this idea: have him work off his "delinquency" by running their shambling library's front desk.

Oh! And why not have the person who's always late work it too? They might not be as successful, but we should let this poor person have a chance.

And let me tell you, I freaked out when I was first ushered into the room by my homeroom teacher and saw Bakugō glaring up at me. My heart was thumping in my chest, and after a bit of blackmail from my teacher to convince me to stay, I couldn't hold my book straight. Seconds passed on like eternities. It felt like I had read five thousand pages of my book even though I only read sixty pages.