TO SAY BAKUGOU WAS JUST CONFUSED WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. because the ash-blonde teen swore he was in front of a food truck on the streets of tokyo, having finished a satisfying plate of takoyaki. so why the hell was he suddenly back in his seat in school? why was the sun still up when it was clearly the late afternoon? and also, what was that page-flipping sound he–
"morning."
bakugou's complicated thoughts were disrupted by a familiar monotonous greeting and his eyes shot up to where the podium was. their homeroom teacher, mr. aizawa, had entered the class with his injuries healed as the bandages covering his entire face and arms were no more. bakugou frowned. he found it very hard to believe that mr. aizawa recovered in such a short amount of time without bearing any scars.
how was that possible when he heard the hero suffered severe fractures and shattered his elbows?
"good to see your bandages are off, mr. aizawa!" one of his classmates, asui, remarked with a shine in her eyes.
