Love now cry later ( A Bakugou X Uraraka story)

Feel The Fire

Feel The Fire (Breath Vocal Mix)
-Pluko x ye.

A/N: Look, I'm as blind as a bat. Please, someone help me find the artist :( I get most of my pictures off of Pinterest, and I have no clue what it says in the corner. Thank you so much for helping me credit these people :)

Bakugou

-Three days later-

Aizawa-Sensi stood at the front of the class, his eyes unamused.  "Normally your class would be doing a research project on a Pro you'd be interested in working for after Highschool. Along with interning with them and one other student out of the entire third year class." Aizawa-Sensi glared at everyone in the room.

Nasty food combed through everyone's and smashed all over their uniforms. Bakugou snuck a quick glance over to Uraraka who had miso soup dried upon her uniform shirt. Bits of rice and vegetables falling from her hair. She sat back in her seat, arms crossed, a pissed off expression on her face.

Her eyes met Bakugou's for a split second. She gave him a small smile before facing the front once more.
He softened to the sweet jester momentary before the rage came seeping back. His eyes narrowed to Deku who sat two more rows over three seats up. The urge to jump up and beat his ass courses through Bakugou.

Fucking nerd

Aizawa-Sensei continued, "However considering the events that just took place. I will be picking who you are all with and picking your heroes."

The whole glass gasped. This event is the most anticipated thing during third year. A top Pro hero takes on a a few students, from their school and others. The student are treated like real Pro hero's. Earning their own place to patrol, they are hardly monitored. Only when their assessment comes at the end of the internship. Usually the Pro's they'd pick would hire them after graduation.

Losing who they are able to pick, along with being assigned with whom was a horrible punishment. This would set some students back Majorly. The situation at hand continued to turn sour by the second.

Mina was the one who piped up first. "Sensei it wasn't our fault! Those jerks grabbed all up on Uraraka and Jiro!"

Both girls' cheeks burned with embarrassment and rage. Bakugou bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming. Kaminari gripped his desk and a sour look painted his face. His eyes darted over to Jiro who didn't bother to look up.

This shit is so fucked.

Aizawa-Sensi looked uncomfortable to be having this conversation with the class at all. He exhaled a deep sigh, "I understand that this isn't inherently your classes fought. I understand why the girls acted the way they did, which is totally understandable, but some student's." His eyes glared straight back to Bakugou.

Puffing up his chest he challenged his teacher. Bakugou knew he did right. If he's gonna be punished, so be it. He'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

"Some students interjected themselves into something they shouldn't have. Creating a whole mess for us all to clean up. I'm not saying it's any single person's fault in the class." Aizawa-Sensei's eyes didn't leave Bakugou's for a second. After a moment they drifted to Uraraka then the rest of the class. "But you all did act upon the food fight. With another school no doubt. So the entire class will be punished."

Kaminari who dug noodles from his hair voiced his opinion? "Why'd we even have those kids here? They're all degenerates! Also they're the ones completely at fault. At least Bakugou and Uraraka did something about it! The rest of us got mad too!" Kaminari passed a look to Jiro. He hadn't been near Jiro during the incident. But helped splatter food all over the other school kids one he heard what had happened to his girlfriend.