~\Artist/~(Todobaku)

Chapter 2

Todoroki's POV (earlier that afternoon)
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As class ended, an agitated Bakugou ran out of the room. He left abruptly so I got a tad curious and left soon after. The last snippet of him that I saw was when he ran round a corner. Weird, he usually only runs if one of his friends is annoying him. And I'm not going to ask myself how I know that. I sat down on a small bench-like chair that was in the hallway for whatever reason and read some of my book, leaving at around 4:50pm. When I went to the elevators, there was a sketchbook on the floor. I picked it up, the name of the owner had been scratched away over time so I could only guess who it belonged to. I decided to take it back to my dorm, maybe I could see some of the art and look for people's signatures so I can return it. I put in my bag, going in the now opened elevator doors. It stayed still as the doors closed, suddenly boosting up after I'd clicked the floor my dorm was on. I went out when it got there, calmly walking past a running Kirishima, making my once curious attitude turn to confusion. What was he even running from? Once I was at the door to my dorm, I got my key out from my blazer pocket and unlocked the door. My plain dorm room awaited me, some how beckoning me to its quote on quote 'welcoming atmosphere'. I went in and closed the door softly behind me, making sure it didn't bang off of anything or slam. I sat on the edge of my bed, taking the sketchbook out before putting my bag down. I opened it hesitantly, immediately seeing a well-done sketch of myself along with a full colour drawing. Oh my god?? I flicked through some other pages with my face dusted pink, seeing myself along with several of my other classmates who had their own pages as well. They all had little notes beside them about the different personalities or looks everyone has. Okay, this is definitely by someone in our class. That's a definite for now. There was a drawing of Midoriya, although it seemed to be a younger version of him in a fighting stance. It was also labelled as Deku, presumably because that's his hero name.

I looked through it a bit more, reading different notes on people including myself. The artist described Kirishima as 'annoying and obnoxious but good to have around', Ashido as 'nosy but decent', Iida as 'too loud', Uraraka as 'frustratingly nice' and Me as 'a quiet student who is annoying but kind of pretty??'. I was confused by this, physically tilting my head as if the book would tell me it's secrets or its owner. Not everyone was there, the ones not were including Shoji,Bakugou,Mineta,Tsyu and Hakagure. I saw the signature as b\k, which didn't help at all. How aggravating. I stood and put the book on my desk, getting ready to sleep before getting into bed. My last thoughts in that moment were just questions about who could,more importantly would, own a sketchbook in our class.
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Bakugou's POV
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I woke up annoyed. Since when was my alarm so fuckin noisy? I turned it off quickly. Loud noises don't register with me at 5am. I still have 3 hours left till class starts was an automatic thought, even though it didn't mean shit at this point. I should only be worrying about getting to that hell-hole when I've got 10 minutes left to get there. I'll get ready now, then. I got my uniform and put it on lazily, all apart from the tie. Those fuckers are gonna kill somebody one day. What's the point in them, anyway? They're just useless rags of fabric. By the time I was changed, it was half past. I did all the normal shit I do in the morning,it leaving me at half 6 before starting to re-pack my bag from yesterday's 'mishap'. That's when I realized it. The thing that fell out of my bag was my fucking sketchbook! Not even the one I dropped in class, I have two. The one that fell was my, what the hell would you even call it, my...personal one? I drew shit in that one that,if anyone saw it, would make me shrivel up and die. Fuck, someone's probably picked it up by now! At least my name is extremely hard to read on it. What about my signature?? I was internally panicking way too much at this shit,so I quickly finished packing up my bag and ran out of the room. I locked it behind me and ran to the elevators. I pressed the button and waited impatiently. Fuck me these take so long when you're in a rush. It opened and I got in faster than I think I ever have. I bashed the ground floor button and stumbled once again at the stupidly fast acceleration/deceleration of the metal box. I jumped out once it stopped and spent about an entire hour and a bit looking around the area for it. "Shit, it's definitely not here..." I mumbled, looking at the time. 7:50am. I wasn't fucking lying about the 10 minute thing. I walked into the classroom with 3 minutes to spare, seeing shitty hair and the other people I'd consider 'ok' smirking at me. Had THEY found the notebook? If THEY found it, then it's too late for me to redeem myself. Not that it matters who found it, im irredeemable if they figure out its mine. Class started when the slug we call a teacher came in. He was about to start the lesson when that icyhot bastard put his hand up.

"Can I ask the class something before we start?"