Bakugou's Hug Dilemma (My Hero Academia)

Frog Face

 It was really fucking annoying how, throughout the rest of class for the day, the classmates in which Bakugou had already hugged kept sending him looks.

 Some of them were playful, like the group he had eaten lunch with, sending him dumbass smiles and, in Ashido's case, blowing him a mischievous kiss. It didn't bother Bakugou too much, but he still couldn't help but be agitated by the way they were all acting. Like fucking elementary school kids who were giddy over some kinda secret club or whatever the fuck they had created. 

 But some of the looks were concerned, and that was what really  drove Bakugou up the wall. Iida, that rectangle-faced fuck, had asked Bakugou, yet fucking again, if he was feeling okay. Like?! Couldn't he show some form of affection to others without his well-being getting questioned?! Sure, it was way out of character for the blond, but that four eyes should just mind his own damn business and get the fuck out of Bakugou's face.

Bakugou bit his lips, agitated as he gnawed on it. 

 And then there were the fucking weird looks. Like that Frenchie fuck, Aoyama or whatever the hell his name was, smiling at Bakugou all creepily. Seriously, what the hell?! Was that sparkly asshole just extremely touch-starved, or did he just have some kinda weird-ass fetish? Whatever the case, it creeped Bakugou the fuck out.

 As Aizawa drawled on, explaining the lesson in his usual dull voice, Bakugou fished his list from his pocket and decided to write some more of those dumb ass notes that greasy-haired teacher had ordered him to make. What? It wasn't like the lesson was anything fucking important. It wasn't hero stuff and it wasn't things that Bakugou didn't already know.

First, Bakugou crossed Tokoyami Fumikage off the list, then wrote 'Emo parrot (peck peck, he's fucking short)' next the scratched off name. Aizawa hadn't been fucking specific in what the notes had to say, so Bakugou was gonna write whatever the hell he felt like. 

 He glared up at the raven-haired teacher. You ask and you fucking receive, bitch.

 Bakugou returned his attention to the list and wrote 'Needs to liven the hell up and learn to give better hugs.' next to Shoji's crossed off name.  It was fucking true after all. Bakugou doubted even Aizawa could argue with that.

 The blond scanned over the list, checking to see if there was anyone else he hadn't written a note for. 

Oh. He mused. Didn't write anything for Four eyes...what'll it be then? He tapped his pencil on his chin a few times. I know.

 He scribbled it down and gave himself a proud nod.

***

 Once class was over, Bakugou decided that whichever person left in class last would be his next hug-victim or whatever the fuck he was calling it...With the exception of Deku of course. Bakugou was going to avoid that green-haired shit for as long as possible. Maybe if he was lucky, though he highly fucking doubted it, Aizawa would have a change of heart and scrap Deku from the list. It would be like damn heaven on earth, but like he said, Aizawa lived off of watching him suffer, so it was highly unlikely...that fuck.

"Katsuki!" Kaminari chorused, getting way to close for Bakugou's liking, practically shoving his face into the blond's, their noses almost brushing, "Wanna come with me and Kirishima to that one diner down the street? And then the arcade after?"

 In all honestly, that didn't sound too bad to Bakugou. It would be a nice break from all the bullshit he had been dealing with throughout the course of the day, but of fucking course, because of that shitty Aizawa, He couldn't