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"Die," Katsuki mutters as he slams Dunce face on the ground almost immediately after Aizawa blows the whistle to start, knocking the wind out of his classmate.
"Bakugou."
He grunts in acknowledgement, nursing a bottle of water as he watches his opponent get wheeled into the nurse's office. Fucker deserves it.
Aizawa looks at the teen, disgruntled, clipboard in hand.
"You know that I specifically instructed you to go easy, correct?"
A stiff nod.
"You'll get a referral for this."
That made the kid glance up at him- but his mouth remained sealed around the bottle of water, unwilling to speak. Aizawa sighs. Fucking hell..
"Here," Aizawa grumbles, giving him a yellow slip of paper. "Go to the counselor's. Midoriya's already in there anyway." And there he perks up, eyes wide. "Deku's-?"
"Didn't you see? He almost cracked Uraraka's shoulder. Clearly, both of you have some things to sort out."
".. Shit, fine-"
Aizawa stops him before he goes, though, and stares him down.
".. You're both getting reckless. I suggest that you try to set your differences aside before I terminate your position in U.A."
".. Aizawa-"
"-just because you're talented, Bakugou, doesn't guarantee you a free pass to be idiots and endangering your classmate's health like that."
There, his student visibly clams up, face unreadable, before a quiet 'okay' leaves his mouth and he turns his heel.
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It wasn't a shocker when green hair came into view, really, the moment he entered the office. The fact that he didn't even turn to look at him sent a cold spike through Katsuki's stomach.
"Bakugou."
His red eyes momentarily divert from Deku, to come face to face with their counselor.
Her hair was plain black, tied into two buns, eyes the shade of cool blue, examining Bakugou the moment he entered the room. He didn't like that.
"Please sit."
She gestures to the plastic orange chair, and Katsuki awkwardly makes his way to it, eyes glued on Izuku's form. He was unresponsive, green eyes focused intently on the counselor, the only sign he even knows Bakugou was present was when he leaned away from him ever so slightly.
"So boys," she greets. "I'm Ms. Ikawa. I'm your counselor."
"Get to the point."
Seemingly unperturbed by Katsuki's blunt demand, she continues on.
"You're both in here for, ah, endangering a student with the use of excessive force, am I correct?"
"Yes ma'am."
Izuku sounded uninterested, as if he wanted to get this done already.
".. Yeah."
"Mm. And am I right that there's somethin' going on between the two of you?"
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{Denial} BakuDeku
Fanfic"Deku," He murmured, thumbing over the pale skin covered in a sprinkle of light faded freckles, his breath becoming visible and ghosting against the other's cheek from the freezing cold. Red irises caught toxic green ones, his heart clenching- maki...
