meanie ➳ katsuki bakugou

➳ eight

stressed is not even the word.

it's been about a week since i have talked to either kirishima or bakugou.

kirishima because he wanted space and i'm trying to give it to him, and bakugou... well... i've kinda been nervous around him, but i've still tried talking to him. but he just ignores me. i don't really understand why and it's kinda fucking with me. makes me feel upset. but it's whatever i guess.

"amaya!" i heard uncle aizawa say my name. my head snapped up to see him in front of the board with some math problem on it. i sighed as he signaled me to get up and come to the board. i ran my finger through my hair as i got up. i took the chalk from his hand and looked at the problem in front of me.

the white of the chalk looked like just like the highlights in katsuki's hair.

no.

wait, but the rigged edges of the chalk is just like kiri's smile.

NO!

i sighed just putting the chalk back in aizawa's hand, not even bothering to answer the problem on the board. i heard aizawa's protests but i just sat down in my seat, putting my head down.

"midoriya. board please." i heard aizawa say, giving up on me not doing this.

i didn't understand why this made me so upset. neither of them talking to me just made me feel weird. we all grew so close, and now i just don't have either of the two boys. i have the girls to talk to but right now, i feel like i don't want to talk to anyone, weirdly enough.

i felt the tears building up in my eyes as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, but i really didn't want to cry right now. not here. i just want to be alone.

"amaya. see me now please." aizawa said as i got up from my seat. as i began to walk, i ended up bumping into bakugou and he angrily turned around.

he looked me up and down, "watch it loser."

now i just couldn't help it. a single tear rolled down my eye, my face becoming red and hot as i tried to hold the rest back. i saw the look in his face change slightly but i just chose to ignore it. i really didn't need this right now. i brushed past him, walking to uncle aizawa's desk.

"amaya, as your teacher, i want to ask you how are things... but as your uncle... the hell is wrong with you?"

his aggressive tone just really didn't help me. the tears continued to roll down my cheeks as i just sobbed. he tried to calm me down but i really just couldn't hear him. the tears continued rolling down my cheeks and the room got a little dark. my knees grew weak and i fell to the floor. i looked up to see the small dark clouds form above me.

my stupid fucking quirk.

this got me more sad and frustrated as the rain started to trickle in the room. my temples began to feel an immense amount of pressure and my breathing was very irregular. whenever i let out a loud cry, the rain began to pour more on the floor. before i turned into a dripping mess, i felt my body become lighter. as i sniffled, i looked up to uncle aizawa, who had cancelled my quirk.

he gave me his hand, and when i accepted it, he pulled me up.

"amaya, what is wrong?" he asked me, sitting on his desk as i stood in front of him.

my sobs turned quieter as i began to calm down a bit. i looked to the side, and mumbled, "just boy trouble."

"boy trouble? is it bakugou?"

"uncle aizawa!"

"i'm just saying, if you want him out of U.A., i can-"

"no uncle aizawa. just like... friendship with boy issues."

"oh." he sighed.

i sniffled wiping my nose, "my friends just aren't talking to me."

"well why?" he asked. i shrugged my shoulders. he's very nonchalant with everyone else, but he loves me like i was his own. so knowing him, he would pull lots of strings to just make me happy.

i tried to just lead away from the conversation, "can i just have some time alone? i just wanna go back to the dorms... eat some ice cream..."

he nodded and i began to walk before he called my name again.

i turned around to him, wiping my tear stained cheeks.

"i know i don't say it a lot... but i love you, amaya."

i smiled at him, turning back to give him a hug, "i love you too, uncle aizawa."