The Madness Within

Excitement

    The rest of Class 3A began to grow concerned when Sunday night arrived and someone had yet to spot the green haired student. Not once had Izuku come out for anything. To chat with is friends, to go out to the store, to leave for his training session with All Might, and, as far as they knew, even to eat!

    Truth was, Izuku was so caught up in his work, he lost track of time. Plagued by questions, he would stay up till dawn and slaved over his notebook. His mind was set on one goal, and nothing would seem to stop him. He worked tirelessly over the whole weekend.

    He did eat, but only late at night when the growls of hunger became impossible to ignore. Only then would he step out of his room, well after everyone else had gone to bed, and steal a bag or chips or a box of pop tarts from Kaminari's stash (He wouldn't notice). That was, until this Sunday night.

    Once again it was close to midnight. All the students had gone to bed, though not before a certain Dekusquad made one last attempt to contact the boy through his dorm door, and the halls were empty. Devoid of the usual chatter of the students and all the lights were off.

    Except for one lone ceiling light in the kitchen.

    Bakugou sat on the counter, letting his legs swing lazily over the edge. Yes, normally he would have been in bed around four hours ago, but this night proved a challenge to actually get to sleep. So after staring at the ceiling and scrolling through his social media for said four hours, he found himself in the kitchen. A half empty glass of milk sat on the counter next to him and he had reached for it to take a sip when he heard the sound of shuffling feet in the darkness.

    He set the glass down silently, wondering if he should call out. The footsteps were light and soft, obviously who ever was sneaking around didn't want to be caught. Bakugou decided that, from where he was sitting on the counter, he couldn't be seen unless someone stood right in the doorway, and by that point he would already know who the creeper was.

    And who was the creeper to come around the corner? None other than the elusive broccoli headed boy everyone had been so concerned about.

    Bakugou's blood boiled at the sight of the greenette until he spotted startled, tired green eyes and the messy locks that seemed more of a mess than usual. It looked like he hadn't slept at all over the weekend, which he hadn't.

    Izuku was surprised, to say the least. He hadn't expected anyone to be up this late, the least of them being Bakugou. He had been off put by the single light on in the kitchen but assumed it had been forgotten after everyone went to bed. Plus, it was a school night and everyone was getting their rest, well except for Izuku and Bakugou. (And the author who is writing this at 11:12 at night when they have to get up at 6:30 the next morning)

    "Kacchan," Izuku said, coming out of his shock to actually address the blonde, "what are you doing up? It's pretty late."

    Bakugou grunted, "I could say the same to you, damn nerd. Is this what you've been doing every night? Sneaking out and stealing food whenever everyone else is asleep?"

    "It's not stealing when the kitchen is open to everyone in the dorms."

    "It is when you steal someone's damn pop tarts every night."

    Izuku flushed, "You noticed that?"

    "Yeah," Bakugou chuckled, "But I don't think Dunce Face has noticed yet, so you're good."

    "Well, thank you so much for your concern." Izuku said, sounding dull as he proceeded to grab a package of strawberry pop tarts out of the cabinet.