Bakugou the Kindergarten Teacher

~Part 03~

Humh what is this crap Bakugou mentally thought as he stared at his tray of food.

"Is something the matter?!" He heard a deep voice from above. His eyes trailed up a large round body to snared hatred eyes. The women wore a hair net and was hitting the back of the spoon with her hand impatiently.

Bakugou remembered Erwin's words from earlier.

"Rule 2: don't ever question the lunch ladies food."

The lady seemed to begin to pierce through Bakugou with her very stare. He looked back down. "No...." he managed out lowly making his way from the staff side of the counter to the staff table located at the back of the cafeteria.

The school system here was really whacked. He didn't get why there wasn't a separate area for the teachers to eat and why they received they're food at the front counter like the students. He found that strange.

He looked around the staff table where already there were many seated. He saw a free chair at the head of table available and decided to sit there. As he did all eyes fell on him.

"The hell you looking at." Bakugou stated, a slight twitch visible from underneath his eye. They were all taken back a bit, not expecting they're new arrival to use such informalities.

"OH My!" One lady had put a hand on her chest in shock, "and who may you just be young sir!?" She asked.

"Mrs Vilenyer. If you must know this young man was sent here from the Hero Industry, I believe he's the new kindergarten teacher." An old man declared.

"Oh is that right huh." The old lady stuck her nose in the air away from Bakugou.

The old man pushed his glasses to his nose and stuck his handed out to Bakugou. "Hi there. I'm Mr tsuyami I teach 5th grade."

Bakugou stares at his hand, he already thought of all these people annoying and irritating and had no interest in starting any relationships here. But he knew he couldn't be rude for he may get in trouble with the Industry.

"I'm Sir Bakugou! The newest kindergarten teacher! Yeah that's right!" He huffed and let out a little explosion from his fist.

The others at the table seemed to notice and began to give each other concerned stares.
"What a dangerous quirk you have there. I hope you don't use that in front of the children, if so you know that can spark reckless behaviour." One said

"Humh chill out. I have my class all under control. So stop worrying about me and maybe focus on your own class." Bakugou replied.

The rest of the staff continued to eat their food. Bakugou looked down at his own. A loaf of dry bread sat next to a bowl of green and red chunky soup of some sort. Bakugou could feel the inside of his stomach begin to rise as he thought about what it may taste like.

"Eat up!" The old man next to him said, breaking him out of his trance. Bakugou gulped and picked up the spoon in his hand. He dipped it into the bowl, scooping up a small amount of the soup as he pulled it back out.

He sniff it curiously but there was no particular smell. In the corner of his eye, Bakugou could see the old man watching him closely though he was still eating his soup too. Bakugou gave up and shoved the spoon in his mouth and ..........
Nothing, he tasted nothing. Only the feeling of the texture of the chunky bits in the soup surfed his mouth.

"What the heck Is this!" He yelled to no one in particular.

"Best keep your mouth shut fool!" A lady croaked, "Never question the food, didn't Principal Erwin ever tell you that!" She finished.

"But-," he began but he noticed that Erwin was missing as he glazed up and down the table. "Where's Erwin?!" He asked

"That's Principal Erwin to you young man!"

"He doesn't eat with us, that's all you need to know." One replied.

Bakugou had raised an eye brow and he glazed around the table. The staff's heads seemed to have sucked lower than before.

"Hump" Bakugou finally let out as he angrily stuffed down the rest of the food. He very aggressively slammed down his spoon and pushed his chair back out. As he stood, the staff's eyes keep down onto their food, not knowing paying any attention to Bakugou.

Even a child's eyes could tell that this was strange behaviour but Bakugou brushed it off. He needed to prepare for next class.

Walking down the halls back to the class room he felt the lonely walls grow narrow with each step he took. A slight pounding in his head began. He tried to focus forward but a coat of blurred painted washed over his eyes. He stopped for a sec reached out one hand to lean on the wall as the other clutched his heart.

"Fuck, not again...." he groaned out.

With that hand he let go and reached down into his pockets and pulled out a small cylinder tube which rattled as he popped the lid open with on simple push.

He moved so that his back was pushed up to the wall. With his now free hand, he cupped the two white pills which he had tapped out of the tube.  He took the pills to his mouth and shallowed them whole. He waited awhile until he felt stable again and continued his way to the classroom.

This was Bakugou's only weakness.....how did this happen, no one knew. Only he did.
And he was not prepared to tell anyone.
Not a single soul.