𝔹ℕℍ𝔸 Oneshots

BakuDeku-Passing Papers(1)

Requested by:_HinaRuKuMarUu_

Nothing seemed to be going right.

Izuku had managed to mess up an entire day in a matter of minutes.
He'd sloppily sprinted and stumbled his way to class to avoid detention, but was still six seconds late in the end.
One would figure, living in a dorm and all, that it would be nearly impossible to arrive to homeroom late.

At least, that's what Mr. Aizawa seemed to think.

"I'm not going to ask since I don't want to hear some elaborate set of excuses. Don't let this happen again."
The dried-eyed man stated, getting a tardy slip from his desk.

A tardy slip was given to those who are late to class without explanation.
The student in question had to write exactly why they were late to a lesson and hand it in to their superiors.

Such slips were practically unheard of in U.A. since everyone came from a somewhat convenient background in terms of finance.
As in, no one arrived late.

Well, almost no one.

Aizawa sensei handed the slip to the person at the front of Izuku's row, since there was no way he was going to 'actively walk' two metres down a narrow row of students.

Izuku, whom was already in his seat, sighed as he received the slip from the person in front of him.

He was making a name for himself-a negative one at that. Did this mean that he was going to have to turn this in with a written apology?
Crap.
He began scribbling into the larger space, writing exactly why he was late that morning.
It wasn't anything special, really. The night before was the countdown for the release of a limited edition 'All Might Pro Otaku's Set', which was basically a gift-box of All Might themed goodies.
Like T-shirts, stationary and notebooks.

As soon as it was released, there was an auction that Izuku had to participate in.

He'd lost, by the hand of a single anonymous bidder, and was so sour about it that he didn't sleep well.

But of course, he omitted the details of the previous night, simply stating that he'd forgot to set an alarm and woke up later as a result.

He scribbled his name onto it's specified line, only having to write in the date.

But something stopped him.

His pen hovered over the line that said 'date' next to it, expecting to be met with a blank space.
That's not what he got, however.

The wording there wasn't ink, so it wasn't as though the date were printed before hand; but rather, somebody had scribbled something in pencil.

He cocked his head in perplexion.

Was this a used slip? Did Mr Aizawa accidentally forget to throw away someone else's slip that ended up in the pile of unused ones?

He took a closer glance at the suspiciously tiny handwriting.

"...Me nerd?"

'What the heck is that supposed to mean?'

He was about to raise his hand to get a fresh sheet, when the bell for first period rang.
The slip was going to have to wait.

•°☁°•

"So, Deku, what happened this morning?"
Ochako pointed her half-eaten wonton at Izuku with her chopsticks as she interrogated.

"Uh, I woke up late. I forgot to set my alarm last night."
He lied, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Iida, are you okay?"
Izuku inquired.

Tenya had a somewhat stern expression as he was looking at basically anything but Izuku.

Was he trying to shun him?

"I don't converse with detentionees."
He said coldly, folding his well-built arms.

"But...Ya kinda just did."
Ochako said as she chewed.

"Dammit! These are the predicaments as Class Rep? Once again I am deceived by my own inferiority."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, seemingly shaking with self-loathe.

"Don't worry about it, babe."
A voice said flatly.

The three looked in the direction of the statement, to observe Shoto Todoroki slurping up another mouthful of cold soba.

"What?" He asked.

•°☁°•

The time came for Izuku's detention that afternoon.

He was supposed to hand in his tardy slip to the teacher supervising him, but was met with an empty chair as he arrived.

He'd simply decided to forget about the strange writing on the slip altogether. It wasn't as though a threat was made on his life.

Izuku wasn't even certain if the word 'nerd' was supposed to be directed at him.
There were several persons who attended U.A. that even he considered to he nerds.

The teen must've waited for about 15 minutes before someone walked through that door.

Someone...He wasn't quite expecting.

"Kacchan?"
Izuku exclaimed in shock.

The ash blonde, hardly taking notice of his company, sat in the seat next to him.

Izuku could feel his heart race.
He'd never been comfortable with Katsuki's presence, since early childhood in fact.

His stomach would churn, his palms would sweat and his heart would pound drums in his chest.

He always thought it was just nerves from being scared of Katsuki for so long.

Katsuki reached into his bag for what Izuku thought was homework–or something along those lines–and pulled out a large box.

It was wrapped in brown paper, and looked like an ordinary package.

To his utter surprise, Katsuki placed it onto his desk, motioning for him to open it.

Izuku's face flushed.

Then he asked himself; what was really in the box? Was it an explosive?
Bugs?
Some other prank?
But Katsuki didn't seem like much of a prankster.

He slowly tore at one of the corners, a yellow gloss peering through the hole he'd made.

He felt his heart skip a beat.

'Is this? No...It can't be'

He anxiously tore the wrapping paper away, revealing the 'All Might Pro Otaku's Set' that he'd tried getting the night before.

Several questions were streaming through his mind. 'Kacchan was the anonymous bidder? He got this? For me?'

Izuku looked back up to Katsuki.

Before he could speak, the classroom door slid open.

"Alright, be quiet and don't do anything dumb."
Mr. Aizawa slowly made his way to the desk in front of the classroom.

"Midoriya Izuku."

"P-Present!"

Izuku's emerald pupils nervously shifted to Katsuki.
'Oh no. Kacchan's not supposed to be here. Surely he'll get into trouble with Mr-'

"Bakugo Katsuki."

"Present."

Izuku's jaw slackened.

What was Kacchan getting detention for?

✏Part 1/2✏