Quarantined (BakuDeku AU)

003

The next morning I did the unspeakable. Something way off base for me, completely out of character:

I got to school early.

The only day of school I ever come this early to is the first day of school. I like to pretend I can arrive on time, but I've realized over the past few years that it just isn't something I am capable of on a consistent basis. So, I vowed to myself that one day a year I will make it on time. Mostly to show myself I still can arrive on time if I really wanted to. After the first day of school however, I completely abandon all hope.

That should should give you an idea as to how much I want to avoid running into my angry classmate this morning. I woke up at the absolute ass crack of dawn to get ready for another day of child imprisonment and some how managed to get myself there by 7am.

As I slouch my way down the school corridor, I am shocked at the amount of people actually at school at such an obscene time. The hallways are fairly busy with the early morning bustling of students killing time before their first lesson. It's quieter than usual and the school seems to give off a gentler vibe. I feel a strange calm as I weave through the halls and meander up the stairs on my merry way.

My morning grogginess from my early start has yet to wear off. I yawn lazily as I round the corner and start down the hallway where my locker belongs.

I feel my stomach squeeze nervously as I peer down the hall, warily approaching my locker, hoping no unwanted visitors were lingering nearby. The vacant space adjacent my locker washes a wave of relief down my spine. I continue forward more confidently, the fear of an incoming ambush erased from my mind.

I reach my locker, and spin the dial a few times inputting the combination. A soft click! sounds as the lock busts open. I slide the lock off the door and swing it open. Paper falls from the top shelf of my unkempt storage receptacle and rustles loudly as it scatters across the hallway.

Great start to the morning, Midoriya.

Sighing, I kneel down and begin to collect the various worksheets strewn across the corridor. I manage to wrangle in most of them, and I stand up, adjusting them into a pile and pointedly relocating the stack to the bottom shelf of the locker.

"You drop this, nerd?" a gruff voice states behind me.

I turn around distractedly, the start of a 'thank you' on my tongue only for my words to die off before passing my lips. It's then I find myself face to face with Katsuki Bakugo.

This morning gets even better!

He's holding out a handful of papers and the one on top is today's assignment.

"Uh, yeah." I respond lamely, weakly accepting the papers as he hands them to me.

"Next time don't make a fucking mess." he says with a scowl, a touch of malice in his husky voice.

"Roger that, Kacchan." I reply sarcastically. I give him my best 'take the piss' salute, and turn back to face my locker. A hot lash of annoyance starts to spread in my chest and I roughly shove the incomplete assignment into my backpack. I clumsily zip my bag up and slam the locker door shut, quickly fixing the lock back in place with it's obligatory click. I shoulder my rucksack and start to walk away from the taller boy, a grimace settling into my expression.

"Where the fuck are you going? I need to talk to you fuckface." I hear him shout at me from behind.

I slowly turn to face him, barely containing my simmering irritation. Only a handful of people are in the hallway with us, but all of them have perked up at the words of the abrasive blond. They all pretend as though they aren't straining to hear our conversation, hanging off every word. This is one of the things I loathe about high school.