Yuki's Story- Todoroki/Bakugou X Reader [discontinued]

17

'I didn't see her at the bus today'

'I heard she had a fight with Todoroki'

'I thought he left her for Momo!'

'I guess he wants her back now'

'I wonder if she's ok, she never misses school'

The classroom voices clouded Bakugou's mind that was already overflowing with all sorts of emotions, from guilt to rage, he felt it all. It was weird being in class and studying without her presence, even if they haven't talked in a while, he still felt her absence.

He had no doubt that either her conversation with Todoroki yesterday, or Bakugou's little slip, or both, will make her feel uneasy at the very least. But this was Yuki, she took her education surprisingly seriously, just like him; she never missed school, at the very most skipping a class when she felt really bad, but she made sure to catch up with it the same day. And now, she wasn't in school. And the rumor spreaders were thriving on it, talking all about her so-called romance with Todoroki as if it was some sort of reality show. No wonder she isolated herself.

The second day she was missing, the rumors kept running freely, now involving Bakugou the ex-bestfriend who cut any contact with her. well, it wasn't wrong, but the problem was they all portrayed Yuki as if she was some sort of a hopeless romantic or a whiny bitch or just a damsel in distress. And it got on Bakugou's nerves, knowing she was much more than a shallow character in the K-drama they tried to come up with. And since he was already pissed from yesterday, he threatened the life of everyone he heard saying the Yu- in Yuki, he even landed a few shallow fists, getting the point through, but not enough to relieve his stress.

He sat there in class as Aizawa walked in and he was for once grateful that shitty Deku was there.

"Mr. Aizawa, do you know where Yuki is? She's been gone for two days already and we're all worried..."

He worded it quite nicely, ever since Yuki's infamous fight with Momo, everyone knew Aizawa was her father, but no one dared to say it directly. Bakugou's shoulders tensed when Deku questioned Yuki's disappearance and his eyes shot to Aizawa's face as if he tried to read his mind and the truth.

"Yuki isn't feeling well and she's resting at home until she gets better, she told me to tell you to not worry about her and that she'll be back as soon as her flu passes," he said monotonously and glanced for a millisecond at Bakugou who was staring at him, before returning to class.

'she told me to tell you' was the thing that gave Aizawa away to Bakugou. He didn't lie, Yuki wasn't feeling well, and she did tell him to tell the class, or maybe Bakugou, that. But she didn't actually have the flu, she just couldn't face going to class anymore.

"I'm worried! Yuki never gets sick" Mina exhaled

"I texted her...she said she just needs to rest, don't worry" Kirishima whispered back to her and made Bakugou a little jealous from the thought of her texting Kirishima rather than him.

Stupid brat...where are you...

On the fourth day, the rumors nearly stopped. Perhaps it wasn't that juicy anymore, perhaps Bakugou's threats got to them, perhaps everyone already knew or didn't care enough about Yuki to talk about it anymore, either way, the class acted normally again. All except Bakugou. He couldn't stop thinking about Yuki. You'd think that once she was out of is sights it will make it easier for him to let her go, easing into normal social life, not having to stop himself from staring at her too much. But it was quite the opposite. Now that she's gone, he couldn't focus on anything else but her, replaying all of their conversations in his head, especially the last day he saw her. he was dying to know what Todoroki had told her that day, if it was him that broke her endless patience or if it was himself. He wanted to go and see her, show up in her doorstep and demand that she'll talk to him, get it out, get better. But this won't work. At this point, he barely knew if she'd open the damn door, but his mind and the unknown was killing him. he had to do SOMETHING or he would go mad every second now. So, he did the one thing he thought won't hurt anybody.