The Cards Will Tell

Chapter 5

Izuku's eyes drilled holes into the back of Bakugou's head, waiting quietly for him to reach over and take a sip from his water bottle. He absent-mindedly continued to work on his handout sheet, his pencil messily copying kanji's onto the bottom half of the paper. Every few seconds he'd glance around to see if anyone had noticed his staring, making sure to watch the teacher from the corner of his vision. 

By the time he had finished his worksheet, the teacher had moved back to her desk, and Bakugou had chosen to chat with his friends instead of completely finishing his work. Izuku could see the triumphant grin on his face from across the room as he won another game of rock-paper-scissors with one of his lackeys, a lanky boy with a simple finger quirk, Būtsu Name from what Izuku remembered.

Izuku pulled a haiku book, who's cover he'd switched out with a children's book's,                                                               from his chair-pouch, having hidden what he was really reading with a simpler book's cover to avoid upsetting Bakugou. He had been doing this for a while, dumbing himself down, just to keep Bakugou from getting upset at him for being better than him in most subjects. Although he knew he could probably protect himself now, he had no interest incurring Bakugou's wrath over something so pointless and minuscule. Opening the book and flipping through its various pages, he came across a haiku called Alone by Sandora Fushinjin, a short three-lined poem consisting of a few simple words that read:

None to give advice

No one to say you look nice

Alone to pay the price.

Izuku read the words over one more time, thinking it over. Well, this seems pretty familiar. He thought, a somber smile gracing is features. He glanced up to check on Bakugou, only to see him growling something quietly to the girl next to him.

Izuku rolled his eyes at his ex-friend's behavior, and turned the page, coming to another haiku about as long as the last, this time titled I Have Swam Enough by Haiji Suna. The words this time reading:

I will stop the tears

The time won't be a river

I have swam enough.

Well isn't this a book of feel-good poems? Izuku heard Senka remark sarcastically from the back of his mind. Izuku's head shook in exasperation as he looked up again, turning his eyes to see Bakugou smirking as the girl next to him signed his cast, an anxious expression on her face. Flipping the page one last time, he read the final poem in the section, one title Tragedy by H.A. Yappen. 

Hurts the soul and breaks

The heart into a hundred

Miniature pieces.

Woah, wasn't that person in a good mood when they wrote- Oh! It's happening!

Izuku's head shot up at Senka's warning, peering up just in time to see Bakugou take exactly four-and-a-half huge gulps from the switched out bottle. On the half gulp, Izuku watched his entire face screw up in the upmost disgust, Bakugou's entire body stiffening before he moved the water bottle from his lips and spat the remaining potion in his mouth onto the floor.

"BAKUGOU-KUN?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" The teacher screeched from the other side of the room, shooting into a standing position so quickly that the chair she had been sitting in toppled over onto the floor. Her teacher's assistant ran over to Bakugou, who was now loudly screaming obscenities, and kneeled next to him.

The blond throwing a full-blown tantrum, having hurled the water bottle onto the colorful carpet beside his table, spilling its amber contents and staining the rug ugly shades of brown. He was screaming loudly at the ceiling, stomping his black-clad feet violently on the floor.