Bakugou's Hug Dilemma (My Hero Academia)

Engine Boy

"That was great, kid!"

"No it fucking wasn't! Aizawa's gonna give me an earful when he finds out!"

Present Mic only laughed, making a big show of clutching his sides and wiping away tears Bakugou was sure weren't really there.

"What else was I supposed to do?!" Bakugou snapped, hoping to cut the energetic teacher's stupid act short. "He wasn't letting me fucking hug him!"

"So you attack him like a bear?! Bwahaha!"

Bakugou cringed. He was stuck with a teacher after class again, wasting valuable moments. Not to mention Aizawa was gonna crucify him when he found out what happened, hell, he might even forget about the stupid punishment and expel him right then and there on the spot.

"Now kid," The yellow-headed teacher spoke through his cackles, clamping Bakugou's shoulder. "There's plenty of other things you could have tried...just think, what would that Jirou girl have done?"

"Hah?"

"What? You guys aren't friends?"

The blond snuck a peek at his bandaged knuckles. "I don't fuckin' know what we are. And it doesn't matter what she would have done because what's done is done and now there's no going back!"

Despite his words, Bakugou couldn't help but picture the scenario anyhow. What would a serious, goody two shoes girl like Jirou do in his situation? He thought. She probably would have asked that sugar fuck a FUCK TON nicer than Bakugou had, and if he still declined, she would have probably approached him later, hoping for a change of heart.

"SHHIIITT!"

"You just realized what you should have done, huh?"

"Fuck all of this!"

Bakugou unconsciously reached into his pocket and pulled the crumpled list out. He fruitlessly tried to smooth it out before scanning over the names, scowling as he passed over Sugar Fuck's name. There were still thirteen damn names left. At the rate he was going, getting held after each class, he would be expelled by Aizawa for sure. Some of the people on the list he had hardly ever spoken to, how the hell was he supposed to just randomly waltz up and ask for a hug while barely knowing their name?! It was fucking madness!

"Listen, Bakugou, Kid," Present Mic started, tugging at an end of his leather jacket. "I'm not gonna tell Shouta."

Bakugou almost fell over. "Why the fuck not?"

"You almost sound like you want me to!" The teacher jousted, plopping into one of the many chairs littering the classroom and slightly leaning back. "I'm gonna cut you some slack for once cause I know Shouta's been houndin' ya lately. Of course...I'm not gonna keep quiet for free."

"What the hell does that mean?" Bakugou asked, list still in hand.

"It means..." The teacher said, deepening his voice, probably trying to make it more dramatic cause that's the kind of loser stuff he does. "If you don't want me to tell Aizawa about your little episode...You'll have to pay."

"Pay with fucking what?" Bakugou was sure he didn't mean money. He was far too sadistic for that; the teacher would probably ask him to do something humiliating. It was just classic Present Mic along with all his bullshit.

"You see..." The yellow-haired teacher continued. "What I want is..."

Bakugou held his breath.

"...I get to pick your next victim! Show me the list and let me choose finely!"

***

How damn mortifying.