Affection

1: Cereal Dances

There was always something that confused him about the nuclear bomb levels of joy the class seemed to pull out of their asses all the damn time. Especially when it was because of something as pointless as a regular school activity. Bakugou would be a liar if he said it wasn't contagious at times. Though most of the time it was the absolute worst thing in the world. Case in point the current situation.

Normally, a highschool dance would cause some excitement but when it came to this class it caused a whole riot. The whole class near gave him a migraine it was so grating. The second Aizawa dismissed the class, said class went into a grating back and forth about how great it was going to be. Then it became a headache inducing mess of the class speculating who would take who. It felt like he was watching a soap opera with the nonstop speculation. He could swear it would descend into someone slapping someone else. Which he isn't opposed to witnessing. However, he had his limits and, frankly, this was it. 

"Who are you thinking of asking?" Kirishima suddenly remembered Bakugou's existence. Which only made him want to whack the guy for acknowledging that he was sitting there because it grabbed the attention of the rest of their usual group and some others. 

Bakugou scoffed, "What makes you think I'm even going?"

"I don't know but it'll be fun." 

"That's not fun to me."

"Then what is fun to you?"

"Literally anything else."

"Then think about theoretically." Mina butted in, leaning over his desk. "If you wanted to go, who would you ask to go with you?" He had to be fair, it was a good question. A good theoretical question, anyway. If he were to consider the entire class, he wouldn't have an answer. If he wanted to go, he'd be too much of a sissy like Deku to even ask someone. He was in no means weak.

"No one." He answered swiftly.

"And here I thought that I might've been able to crack you open."

"Get in line." With that he stood, pack in hand, and pushed passed the small crowd. Their chatter increasing as he left. He damn near sighed in relief when he managed to get far enough in the hall to be unable to hear them. All the noise left was that of what was usually in the halls. Quiet chatter from classrooms and the like. He didn't really mind it as much as his own class considering that they were much quieter.

Of course, they lived in the dorms so he was likely to get harassed some time soon but at least he had a room to get to quickly. The dance didn't even make much sense. This may be a school but he didn't expect it to be a place with such boring activities.

Whatever. He had bigger things to worry about.

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Homework was going to be the absolute death on him. His eyes burned from staring at his laptop for so long in the dark. His hand ached from the massive amounts of typing he had to do. Grueling all nighters were nothing new but it didn't make him any less tired. Work was still work and it still costed energy.

It was his fault for putting it off until last minute. He knew damn well he was going to pay the price. He could take this in the same way he could take sparring for hours on end. Breaks in-between were definitely needed. Maybe even a change in scenery.

Stretching his back caused a few clicks and snaps to follow the movement. A yawn and he was out of his chair. A few more clicks sounded around his body as he did so. He'd been sitting so long that every bone in his body had stiffened. His stomach joined in with all the noises and growled. With that he got the idea to find something to eat and work in the lounge instead. It would be a change of scenery, a break, and some light for once. He could easily simulate all that in his room but he knew that as soon as he got down there, he wasn't coming back up for awhile given his tired state.