At Your Feet, This Is My Unbecoming

You Leave Me Froze In Time

Bakugou didn't remember falling asleep but, obviously, he had. His groggy mind dully noted that his parents must have carried him to bed like some pitiful child, but he was too exhausted to care at that point in time.

He sat up, wondering why he was so dazed. Naturally, he reached for his phone, but his alarm went off and it startled him. Bakugou stared at the date and time displayed.

It's the same day.

The same day.

Same...

Fucking

DAY!

Someone must be messing with him, so he'll try messing up their plans instead of following what he did like last time. He'd do something completely different to make them confused! Ha! Take that, shitty bastards, whoever you are!

And so, he played sick. For once in his life (in his opinion... as it is quite obvious to us that Deku is a blind-spot to his rational thought), his spite was built high enough to blemish his future attendance record and reputation!

Applying all his knowledge to the task, he thought out his plan to fool the old hag and the old man. It was a delicate balance of mimicking symptoms and verbally fighting to go to school. But in the end, no one is a match for his wits!

In preparation for his mother's inevitable invasion of his room, he wiped the sweat from his hands on his forehead. He popped several mini-explosions near his cheeks and slapped them a few times to produce redness and heat, all without getting out of bed. Bakugou slowly felt himself overheating under the sheets and covers of his bed, sweat sticky and gross, but he held it together. This will be worth it.

About five minutes before he could possibly leave for school without being late, the old hag barged in his room with a simple knock.

"Katsuki? Are you awake? You need to get ready for school." She said in a surprisingly calm voice.

He couldn't detect any pity in it, so he groaned and pretended to wake up for the first time. She worriedly walked to his bedside and put a hand on his forehead. It looks like she had noticed his flushed cheeks and sweat. Good.

"Katsuki! You look like you're sick, you should stay home!" She said, her tone now holding so much pity.

He didn't have to fake his irritation too much, "No! I need to go to school. Fuck getting sick!"

This set her off, "You can't just cuss out a sickness and expect it to be gone, you damned brat! You're staying home and that's final!"

As she stormed away, he grinned in satisfaction at his secret victory. However, as Bakugou stayed in bed, the real problem arose. He stared at that annoying crack in his ceiling that was directly above his pillow. His mind sputtered to a halt, struggling to conjure something worth thinking about.

What the hell was he supposed to do today? Nothing? Dammit, he didn't think this through!

In an attempt to pass the time, Bakugou scanned through hero forums and reviewed his homework and notes from class. The only notable thing was an interesting—if not just as false—rumor that All Might was coming to Musutafu and the surrounding areas.

He had been through the same class for what felt like more than once, so he figured the classwork would be fine. Bakugou just couldn't believe whoever those fuckers were had pulled the teachers into their shenanigans. He knew that they were shitty-ass teachers in the first place, but still. There had to be a line drawn in the sand somewhere.