Dear, BAKA-gou (BNHA AU) (DISCONTINUED)

4 - Depression

A/N: My dumbass forgot that Izuku is a first name and I've been referencing Katsuki by his last name. FML. Sorry! I'll have to go back and edit the chapters at one point.
Also, new format! Indents and actual descriptions, and paragraphs! So yea.

Something felt off when Bakugou returned to the classroom.

It was as though the classroom... ignored the boy.

After going to the nurses office, talking a bit, calming down and ranting about Izuku, usual routine dictated that he should return to the classroom only to get whispers and sly glances from most of the people there. Most of those sly glances were glares from Izuku and his little posse.

However, that didn't happen today.

"Anyway, I'm glad to be here for you, Katsuki." The school nurse smiled. Along the desk she sat at were collections of documents and a few shounen magazines. Bakugou stood up from the seat beside her, his ranting and venting finally over.

Like a 50lbs weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, Bakugou stood up with a fresh mind and a lighter chest. He tried to smile back, however, it only turned out as a ghost of a grin, "Thank you... For letting me ramble on."

As sweetly as possible, the woman nodded and waved to him lightly as he walked over to the rolling doors, "I'm here anytime you need to talk."

Bakugou left the room swiftly, yet he sighed when he saw the classroom directly down the hallway. He dragged his feet as slowly as possible, prolonging his time of freedom.

As he finally reached the shut rolling door, the boy hesitated as he attempted to open the door, he could practically hear the whispers from behind the thin piece of wood.

Spending not too much time focusing on his nerves, he pulled open the door with an outward shell of confidence.

Silence...

It should never be silent when Bakugou enters a classroom. Not even the teacher was talking. Everyone was simply keeping to themselves in an organised manner, working quietly from textbooks. The teacher read their book at the front, pushing up their glasses every now and then. The only sound coming from within the class was the tapping of graphite on the smooth paper.

Now that he looked around, Izuku was nowhere to be seen. His things were taken too. Maybe he went home, sick, probably.

With a striding confidence, Bakugou waltzed up to the teacher, placing the nurse's ticket on the desk, and turning to walk to his seat. For some apparent reason, the atmosphere was thick with tension, fear or anxiety, as if every student he walked past seemed to bury themselves deeper into their book.

They seem afraid...

Of me...

Cowards.

A smug grin contorted his lips, a sense of authority seemed to be welling up in his mind.

This was the effect of Izuku, how he seemed to build up the class' confidence, then tear it down when he left. They thought he was the only one brave enough to battle the kid with an explosive attitude - and an explosive quirk.

This situation has occurred only a couple of times before, once when Izuku was off for an entire day. Every time he stomped through a hallway, the entire crowd parted for him. Every time a person whispered under their breath and he caught it, they would waste no time in fleeing into a nearby room or group.

The feeling of authority, no wonder why Izuku was so addicted.

He sat down at his chair in the corner of the classroom - the only one left - and pulled out his textbook and pencil case. Instructions written on the dirty green chalkboard in white sedimentary rock, Bakugou slowly, but surely, caught up with the class.