Chapter 11- Confession

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A/N I know there have been a lot of typos in the past chapters but just a warning that there will be extra in this one because my Best friend/ Editor and I got lazy...

Baku POV

... "Suspended?!"
"Listen Bakugo, regardless of what happened, you did harm another student, which is strictly forbidden here at UA. It is only one week, and you will
manage. We will talk to Ms. Uraraka and try to understand the whole story. If what you say is true, Yosai will receive serious disciplinary actions," Nezu responds.

I nod, showing him that I understand his choice and he follows me to the door. I open it to leave and see a worried Uraraka. She opens her mouth to say something when Nezu cuts in: "Ah, Ms. Uraraka I was just about to call for you. Please take a seat in my office," She nods and stands up, walking into the office. Just as she did, I waited outside of the office.
30 minutes later
Ochako walks out and sits beside me.
"What happened? Are you okay? I never got to ask if coppertop hurt you,"
"I-I'm fine" she responds "He didn't get to hurt me too bad but if you hadn't come in he probably would have,"
"What exactly did he do to you?" I ask
"Well, he held my wrists and restricted me and locked me in and then he ripped my tights and kept trying to touch me. He essentially sexually assaulted me," She mumbled that last part.
"That bastard better pay,"
"Well, Nezu says that since what he did was unacceptable, he will be suspended for about one month as a warning for harassment,"
"Tch, that's too nice of you ask me. He should be expelled."
"What did Nezu say about you?" She asks me.
"Oh it's really nothing, don't worry about it cheeks,"
"Oh no Katsuki what did he say?"
"Suspended for a week..."
"Oh... Well let's just try to keep you up with our classes. I'll bring you notes every day and I'll try my best to help you out. I'm not that good, but I can try,"
"No, you just worry about your work,"
"Katsuki Bakugo do not try to fight me on this. Besides,
I can repay you for being such a good fake boyfriend!"
"Tch... You haven't even seen good yet it's only been one day,"

Time skip to the next day
Ochako POV

The final bell rings and it feels like this day has lasted forever. I'm so excited to go see Bakugo. I will be going to his house today, since he has to stay at home because of his suspension.  I ran to the copying machine before leaving to make copies of my notes for him. Once they finally print, I nearly sprint out the door. I pull out my crappy little phone and turn on the GPS, entering the address he texted me.
I walk for only about ten minutes until I arrive in front if the Bakugo residence. They obviously have money. It's a huge modern house with large bushes in front of the large gate. The gate is already open, so I walk through and up to the top of the stairs and ring the doorbell.
"Goddammit Katsuki! Why do you never just use your goddamn key, you little br— Oh my! Hello!"
"Hi Mrs. Bakugo! I'm Ochako Uraraka. I'm here to see Katsuki!"
"Oh! That little brat still hasn't gotten back from the store, but please! Feel free to go wait for him in his room! It's upstairs,"
"Thank you!" I walk into the Bakugo residence and walk up the stairs to see a door with a sign "Don't come in or else". Yep, This has to be his room. I open the door and sit on his bed. His room is just what I thought it would look like. Dark green covers with an X going through it. It was also pretty cold in the house, which was weird to me but probably explains why he had so many sweat shirts.

    I'm on my phone, scrolling through Instagram, which is always a bit of a struggle for me, Just because I have an old crappy phone. I hear a creak at the door and turn to see Katsuki. He is sweaty and a little gross. "Oi, Cheeks, sorry that you had to meet my fucking hag of a mom. Hope she didn't nag you,"
"Oh! Hi Bakugo! What do you mean by nag me? She's like the nicest person ever!" He scoffs. He turns around and walks back out the door. "I'm going to take a fucking shower," He tells me before leaving my range of sight.

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