Bruises and bitemarks

10 - My place

Kirishima
Kirishima shut the door behind him quietly and sank to the floor against it, his hands covering his face. How could he be so stupid to say that all out loud. He sat there for a few minutes before he felt himself again. If Bakugo had heard him he would've said something right?

This thought comforted him enough to calm down the blush on his cheeks. Slowly getting up he had a quick look through the window to see if Bakugo really was ok, before he dashed off to finish the last half hour of 4th period.

When he entered the classroom room the teacher, present mic, stopped for a second before realising who it was and continuing. He had probably been informed of the situation. Quickly making his way to his seat he stared at Bakugo's absent seat for the rest of english class. The only thing that told him class had finished was when his friend Kaminari Denki tapped him on the shoulder, shocking him back to reality.

"Hey man are you ok? After you disappeared in P.E. everyone got really worried..." Kaminari had a concerned expression and he wasn't alone, Mina and Sero were right behind him. Kirishima sailed at them weakly, his eyebrows upturned with sadness.

"Yeah don't worry bro i'm fine, it's just Bakugo wasn't doing to well so i went with him." Kaminari looked sceptical at the dodgy answer but knew that prying wouldn't get him anywhere. He ran behind Kirishima and hoisted him off his chair by his armpits.

"Then stop pouting and let's get something to eat!" he exclaimed in his usual cheerful voice. The rest of the group cheered and Kirishima couldn't help but chuckle at his friends attempt to cheer him up. This was what he needed. With all thoughts of Bakugo forgotten he joked around with his friends all lunch, not really having an appetite he simply talked.

His friends seemed to notice the chage in his mood but they decided to ignore it. Last time he had acted like this they got really concerned and had asked him if he was ok. It had taken a few days but he eventually told them the problem.

"What kind of hair gel does Present Mic use on his hair, and where can I get some?"

This had earned him a lot of laughing and they had discussed this for the entirety of lunch before heading back to lessons. Another one was.

"Butter is a milkshake but it would literally kill me to eat it!"

In other words he could look like the world was on his shoulders but it would be a simple stupid question.

The bell rung loudly, alerting them to the end of their free time. Walking with his friends to the classroom they joked around for a few more minutes before Bakugo came barging in aggressively, closely followed by Aizawa.

Bakugo
Bakugo trudged towards his seat and sat down with a thud. He could feel everyone staring at him as the lesson started like normal. He could especially feel the eyes of a certain redhead boring holes into his back.

He tapped his pencil on his desk repeatedly as he watched the seconds tick by slowly. He swore if it took any longer the would go insane. Deciding there was nothing else he could do he ran through the plan in his head one more time. It was perfect.

He was startled by the sound of Aizawa's voice as he called him out.

"Bakugo? Bakugo! Can you answer this question." Aizawa tapped a finger against the chalkboard. Bakugo looked at the question for a few seconds before muttering in a bored voice. "X is 3.5 and Y is -1.3."

Aizawa sighed on appreciation before continuing with the lecture. He had a quick check at the clock. Oh thank God there's only 5 minutes left. Just then he heard the dreaded words that no teenager wants to hear.

"Weekend homework." Oh good Aizawa really wanted them to suffer. No wait, this would help him with his plan. He snuck a glance at the redhead, only to see him holding his head in his hands.

God he probably didn't know how to do the work, he was an idiot after all. The bell rang, signalling the end of the day. Bakugo stood up and slowly walked over to the redhead's desk.

He felt all eyes on him as he grabbed the boy buy the scruff of his shirt and dragged him out of the classroom. Making sure to have both their bags on the way out.

He dragged him to a more secluded spot just outside a back entryway. He released his grip on the redhead's clothes and handed his bag to him.

"Well let's get going then." He pointed aggressively with his thumb towards the exit. If we hurry we can make it home before my mum.

The redhead stared at him with complete bewilderment. His confusion written all over his face. Bakugo sighed. He pointed at the redhead, then himself, then in the direction of the exit.

"You, me, my place. I mean your gonna fail the homework without my help. And I bet you forgot about the test on Monday didn't you?"

Every word he said seemed to hit the boy hard, eventually he looked defeated, but also extremely shocked.

"I'm going to your place?" There seemed to be a light blush on his cheeks at the mention of this. Bakugo sighed at the boy's idiocy.

"That's what I said right?" He grabbed the boy's hand, earning himself a quiet Yelp. Dragging him to the exit he released him for a few seconds so that he could change his shoes and then they were off again.

ARRGGHHH I'M SO TIRED. I'M DONE WITH THIS CHRISTMAS BS!!!!! Kill me now....