Bakugou's Hug Dilemma (My Hero Academia)

Animal Guy

Okay, Bakugou didn't really have a way with words, so what? He didn't need to have a natural knack for forming meaningful sentences that you could actually understand to complete this stupid punishment that Aizawa had forced upon him.

He scowled and violently kicked the chair of his desk back before dropping himself onto it.

Yes, It fucking would. He thought. If I was like Deku, I could finish this hell of a punishment so easily. That Deku would have no fucking problem...how damn infuriating.

And there that nerd was. Speak of the devil...how irritating.

"Kacchan."

Ignore him. Ignore him. Fucking ignore him.

"What did you want to talk about with Iida? He wouldn't say...Was it something personal?"

Damn him. Bakugou whipped around and pushed himself up from his chair until he was mere inches away from Deku's annoying freckled face. "IT'S NOT YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!"

Still. Not. Even. A. Fucking. Flinch. It pissed the blond off more than anything else had today. Did that nerd think he was better than him or something?! That idiot jumped at the sound of doors opening and shoes tapping on the ground. Why the fuck was he staring at Bakugou like he was the least concerning thing he had ever seen? Like Bakugou was a fucking fly? It made him sick; made him want to jab the nerd's eyes out.

"Okay, sorry Kacchan." he replied and sat in his seat, so conveniently right behind Bakugou. Sometimes the blond swore he could feel Deku's beady eyes on his neck during class. Much like everything else about the green-haired boy, is pissed Bakugou the fuck off.

I should ask Aizawa to trade Mineta for that nerd. Hell, I would even rather hug everyone in this classroom twice in order to avoid so much as touching Deku. That damn nerd.

To distract himself from shitty Deku, Bakugou let his eyes roam the classroom. Where the fuck was everyone else? Having a field day in the hall? Bakugou wanted them to hurry it the fuck up so he wouldn't have to be so close to Deku, almost alone with him if it weren't for that frog-face girl and Sugar Fuck, who was staring daggers at Bakugou.

The blond glared back at Satou; it was like they were having an angry staring contest. Bakugou didn't hesitate to hold his hand up and produce a lovely middle finger for the sugar loser.

***

When class was over, Bakugou sent his plan into motion. He had to get someone during lunch because if he didn't...he would have to face the fact that he probably wouldn't have enough time to get to everyone. And then, since he had such a shitty teacher, Bakugou would be expelled.

He clenched his fists. Maybe If he treated this whole stupid punishment like a hero's task, it wouldn't be so bad. If he could imagine each of his classmates as a villain, an obstacle, trying to defeat him (get him expelled) maybe this whole shebang wouldn't be so terrible.

Yes. He thought sadistically, picturing his classmates as evil, gruesome villains. A hug was just him cutting off their breathing, leaving them dead and defeated on the floor, then he could cross them off his hit list.

Were those thought maybe a bit barbarous and sadistic? Yes, but if it helped Bakugou make it through the day without losing his mind, he would gladly take it.

"Bakugou! Kiddo, hey!"

The blond cursed when he recognized the voice. He had damn enough of that woman today. He'd really been hoping he had lost the annoying teacher, but of course, since the universe hated Bakugou so much, Midnight found him.