help - bakutodo

twenty seven - a voice that flows like water

Bakugo's POV

Almost a whole week has passed since I ran out of Todoroki's room, and I'm sitting in my classroom on this hot Friday morning, the blinding sun emitting heat like there's no tomorrow, and I'm having to anxiously scrub my hands with a wipe every ten minutes, so that I don't accidentally set off my quirk with the insane amounts of sweat my body feels the absolute need to produce. Every window is open—every. single. ten-foot tall. one—and I still feel like I'm in a fucking furnace.

You see, if I hadn't royally fucked things up with Todoroki, like the massive douchebag I am, I would have the living embodiment of an ice lolly as my boyfriend, who would be keeping me cool in this godforsaken heat.

But, I fucked up. Royally. Did I already mention that?

I mean, at first, I was fuming. I was so angry at him for believing and trusting his 'brother' so easily. He ignored all the facts I was throwing at him, not even bothering to consider my point of view on the issue.

But I know that this is probably terrifying for him.

And instead of helping him through it, I argued, shouted, then stormed off.

Typical me.

So it's no surprise that for the past five days, he's been actively avoiding me at school, refusing to talk to me unless he absolutely has to, and when he does, he says everything in a monotonous voice that drives me fucking insane, and I end up screaming and storming off.

Like usual.

And in the dorms, he spends most of his time in his own room. Yesterday, I felt extremely guilty of what happened, so I tried to offer to make him dinner, but before I even stepped onto the tiled floor of the kitchen, he briskly walked by me, heading straight for the stairs, his half-eaten bowl of cold soba left to rot on the counter.

I still made an extra bowl of ramen, and I put it in the fridge with a sticky note saying 'peppermint.'

He didn't thank me or anything, but this morning I noticed that it was no longer in the fridge, so he must've eaten it at some point, I hope.

"Hey!" Mina calls out to me as she enters the classroom, Sero and Kaminari hot on her tail. Sero's got a squealing Kaminari in a headlock and, to keep me from going insane with these two and their bullshit, I'm not even going to ask-

"Bakugo, ask me what dumb shit Kaminari did earlier! C'mon, ask me, you will not believe it," Sero sneers, grinning widely and shaking Kaminari in the headlock. Well, there goes my sanity.

"Why the fuck do you think I want to know?" I snap.

Kaminari quickly pipes up: "Yeah, he doesn't need to—"

"Basically, Kami decided to do the WAP dance in the middle of the goddamn corridor just as these school inspectors turned the corner!! The fucking inspectors saw Kaminari— He— I'm actually dying—" Sero doubles over with laughter, clutching onto his stomach with his free hand as Kaminari tries to punch his stomach, his face flushing from the embarrassment.

"Bastard! I'll electrocute you if you tell more people, I swear! Asshole!!" He punches Sero a few more times, then looks up at me with a lopsided grin. "I did dance it pretty well though, if I do say so myself. You'd be jealous if you saw how smexy I looked," he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

I scoff and roll my eyes, deciding to focus on the view from my window instead of the two idiots in front of me.

Ashido tilts her head at me, her scrutinising dark eyes scanning over my face. "What's up with you?" she casually asks as she sits on my desk.