Table Seventeen (Kiribaku)

Chapter Ten- Our Art

   Bakugou's P.O.V

   I couldn't sleep last night. I came home from the hospital a few hours after Kirishima left and had to walk home. Just great. After getting home my mom was worried and upset because I was being wreckless and stupid. Then I had to stay up late and work on a new drawing to present in art tomorrow which didn't even turn out good. I fell asleep at my desk and woke up thirty minutes late making me rush super early this morning and forget my sketchbook at home. And then, I turned up twenty minutes late for first period because I had to walk. I hate walking. Today is just great. 

   I am currently sitting in second period reading the next chapter of 'The Fault In Our Stars'.  I had taken notes and had finished the book at the hospital meaning I was weeks ahead of this class. Well, I had one thing going for me. Flipping to the back of my notebook, I try doodling something but the light blue lines of the paper were distracting me and it looked bad. I cannot wait for this school day to be over. Closing my notebook, I slip it in my bag right as the bell rings and head to the next class. 

   The perks and downsides of being deaf were kind of equal. On one hand, you can adjust the hearing aids to whatever volume and that is great when you don't want to talk to anyone or listen to their annoying voice. It works especially well when you use it as an excuse. Do you know how many times I've not paid attention during a test and then blamed it on my hearing? A lot. I usually study but I haven't been able to. Because of one person. The black haired, short, stupid idiot I call Kirishima.

   He was my first friend that I had in this school and probably the only one I would actually consider a friend. He had stupid hair and this dumb smile and, these pretty eyes. Okay so maybe I had a bit of a crush on him but now that was completely ruined. Whatever, I need to get over it soon. I know he doesn't like me but, I always had some kind of hope. Whatever, love is stupid anyways. Geometry in third period is the worst. I didn't have any morning classes with Kirishima but afterwards, we had a few classes together. And I was not looking forward to them.

   The rest of the day went by super slowly. Kirishima seemed to smile all day but he wasn't talking to me. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable so I tried not to push myself towards him. And then, when things couldn't get worse, the bell rang and I was walking to art.

   I was not prepared and I really didn't want to fail this class this early. Maybe he would let me turn it in tomorrow instead. Walking in the class I see the notes on the board. 

   'Write a small summary of the drawing you've been working on and turn it in by the end of class. What is important about it? What story does it tell?' 

   Pulling out a piece of paper, I try to sketch something quickly but it is no use. There is nothing I could do to make up a drawing in such a short time. I was about to break down before the teacher called my name. "You have a drawing up here for you." he stated blankly, holding out a peice of folded paper. Going to the front of the room, I think my mom dropped off my sketch from last night but it wasn't. Walking back to my desk, I want to touch it up a bit. Instead a few peices of paper fell out on my desk. It was the drawing from earlier, the boy in front of the headlights. One of the papers was another drawing; Kirishima's own drawing. It had fit perfectly from mine almost like the aftermath of my drawing. It was sad and I could see his story in it and they had fit together perfectly. Frowning I pick up the other paper. It was a lot smaller than the first. It was a small note. 

   'Hey Bakugou! Hopefully your drawing is going well. Sorry about yesterday. Let's walk together after school. <3- Kirishima'

   After reading the note, I couldnt help but blush. Taking a seperate peice of paper I start to write the promt on the board, I didn't know what I should write but it came out all at once and I couldn't stop writing. 

   'The drawing I've turned in tells a story of my past. While for me, it symbolizes one of my fears it could mean different things for everybody. For another person, it means nothing but hurt. It symbolizes our past and how it could change us as a whole. Whenever I look at this drawing, I think of the past but I also think of how it affected others. What is the story behind the boy. Who is in the car and how did that affect them? Who was behind the wheel? these are all questions I think when I look at this drawing. I like this becasue you can inturperet it in any way possible.' 

   Finishing my small summary, I turn it in and pack up my things. The bell rings and I make my way out of the double doors at the front of the school. I see the black hair and run towards it. He had a big smile on his face and a small blush on his cheeks. Running up to him, I wrap him in a hug. Taken aback by the sudden hug, his arms stick up in the air. Hugging me back we stay there for a minute, enjoying the presence of one another.  Grabbing his notebook, he holds up a note to me. 'Walk home and go to the café?' 

   Nodding, I grab his hand and start our walk down the sidewalk. I've never been more excited to walk home in my life. 

A/N Tomorrow is the last chapter! I am sad to end this story but I have enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for reading! I love you all! Voting and comments are always appreciated!                       >//o\\<

                                ~Author-Chan