UA is a prestigious school for heroes in training. Did I mention it was also an all boy academy? In the chaos of transferring to a new school in the middle of the year, (F/N)'s transcripts are messed up and she is enrolled in the top tier male acade...
The last day of internships couldn't come fast enough. I felt as if I might actually explode if I had to spend another minute in the same room as Bakugou. Something had been off about him. He seemed more distant than usually and less aggressive, to an extent anyways.
I sighed as I shut the door to the bathroom with my fresh clothes in hand. The room was still steamy from Bakugou's shower before mine. 'I have an hour before we need to be checked out and at the train station...' I thought to myself as I tried to manage my time in my head. My body immediately relaxed under the steam of hot water running over my tired body. Though the internship hadn't been extremely physically demanding, it was mentally.
After standing for a bit, enjoying the silence, I quickly finished washing up. I pulled back the curtain, towel in myself off. I rubbed my hand over the mirror, wiping off the fog and looking at my refection. My wet hair clung to my face. 'Who am I anymore...' I don't know if I could answer it.
I groaned a shook my head. 'Now isn't the time, We have to make it to the station on time...' I said to myself as I started to get dressed. I slipped on the jeans that Best Jeanist had given us on the last day. Before I could wrestle myself into my chest compressor, the door swung open.
"I forgot my-" Bakugou trailed off as he looked at me, to my chest, then to the binder in my hands. I stood frozen, I didn't know what to say. Before I could even register the severity of the situation, he grabbed his toothbrush from the counter and walked right back out. Closing the door, leaving me there with my panic.
I quickly through on the rest of my clothes. I paced the small tiled room, too scared to go out and gave him. What am I even supposed to say? I ran my hand through my wet hair, pushing it out of my face. With a deep breath, I put my hand on the door handle and turned it. I hesitated before I opened it all the way and poked my head out.
My stomach dropped when I saw him still in the room, I was hoping he had left. His back was turned towards me and it looked like he was packing his bag. 'Just act like nothing happened...' I told myself as I walked over and put my clothes back with my stuff. The air in the room felt tangible and thick.
I worked so hard to keep my secret, all to be blown because I forgot to lock the bathroom door. I felt like an idiot.
"Let's go. We are going to be late." His voice was harsh, but nothing out of the ordinary. "R-right..." I cursed my myself for stuttering as I shoved the rest of my things in my bag and zipped it up.
As we walked down the street towards the station, the tension followed us. I couldn't read the emotions in his body language, but he was definitely feeling strongly. Every time I caught up so we were walking the same pace he would speed up. It got to the point where I was basically jogging to keep at a decent length away.
Upset over the whole situation, I snapped and said something. "Will you slow down?" I sounded a lot angrier than intended. The blond just truned back and glared. "Why the hell are you still following me? I blew your cover so go report back to whoever your were spying for that you are done." He sounded so calm, but the anger that laced his voice was like venom. Before I could defend myself he kept going. "Is Aizawa your rat too? Do you get him to feed you information from further inside? You both make me sick." His words were like knives, each one hitting deeper than the last.
"You can think what you will about me, but Aizawa is not a traitor to UA by any means." I glared back at him through the tears that we're welling up in my eyes against my control. As much as I hated to say it, I didn't hate Bakugou Katsuki. I didn't know why, but it genuinely hurt to have him this mad at me. For him to be assuming that I infiltrated UA to bring them harm.
"Fuck you, Bakugou." I cut him off as be started bringing up more solid points. He had a reason to be mad, feel betrayed even. Here I was being the immature one, walking away after a curt, fuck you.
------- Sorry this is so late... I have no motivation for anything anymore. You know what they say: "Life's the party and I'm the pinata."
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