Attracted || K. Bakugo

THREE

After a few classes, all of which consisted with basic introduction to the scheme, lunch rolled in. Unlike the several other students who opted to eat in the cafeteria, you preferred to eat a homemade meal in the classroom. You expected to be left alone alone, but, that wasn't the case.

Shinsou, who seemed to be a bit of a loner, didn't leave to the cafeteria but sat in his seat to eat his lunch. Smiling softly, you went over to him and sat by his desk. The purple hair coloured male liked up to you briefly before proceeding to eat.

"Hey." You waved hesitantly towards him.

"Hello." He answered and then continued eating.

His lack of conversation skills was irksome.

"You have very terrible conversation skills, you know." You stated as you stared at him with slight amusement.

"So do you if that's what I say after hello." He looked at you again and, completely catching you off guard, he smirked.

You laughed softly, "Touché."

You didn't talk after that, the silence wasn't awkward though. It was calming and peaceful, until a certain foul mouthed blonde decided to disturb the peace.

"Freak Hair and Whiteboard, figures you'd be by yourselves."

"Whiteboard? From what?" You ask in bewilderment at the strange nickname.

Bakugo growled and walked towards you. He stopped right in front of you and bent to get levelled with your face. The sudden closeness made you flinch and made your cheeks red.

"You look like a fucking whiteboard." He said and abruptly got back up and walked away from you and Shinsou and to his seat.

"How?" You prodded, looking down at yourself.

"Your hair and your eyes. Not to mention your pale skin. You're like a fucking empty drawing paper. It was either whiteboard or Plain Jane but," He looked you over and your blush darkened, his gaze burning into your skin, "You're nowhere near a damned Plain Jane."

The statement shocked you, and apparently it shocked Shinsou as well, because he began to choke on his food.

"What did you just say?" Shinsou asked, wiping tears from his eyes. You blushed a bit, but a little smirk found it's way to your face.

"You heard me right." Bakugo yelled at him, and from the corner of your eye, you saw that he smirked at you. You pulled yourself together and faced him.

You flipped your white hair over your shoulders and turned to Bakugo, "Whiteboard huh? How would you like to fill me up and mark me all over?" You crossed your legs and leaned onto the chair, making your skirt ride up on your thigh.

Shinsou looked surprised, Bakugo however, had red dusting over his cheeks as he scowled. The calm, introverted male began looking from Bakugo to you erratically, not sure what to make of your rather suggestive exchange of words.

"What?"

"You heard me right." You smirked and stood as the bell rang, then walked over to your seat, ignoring Bakugo's gaze.

You sat down with a neutral look on your face, acting as though nothing had transpired in the room as the rest of the students walked in, Aizawa trailing behind in his infamous yellow sleeping bag.

"Now, it's time for the examinations, everyone go change into your PE uniforms."

The class became excited, everyone anxious to show off new tricks and skills that they'd learnt. As they all walked out of the class, Aizawa pulled you aside.