Electric Current: Not Past

Alone

Checking my phone for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sigh and toss it back on my mattress. Like I suspected, not one member of the Bakusquad tried to contact me over the weekend and now it was Tuesday.

They couldn't avoid me and I couldn't avoid them either. No one else in Class 1A seemed to notice the tension or act any different around me, so I assume the Bakusquad kept it to themselves. I was thankful that they'd at least done that.

I was currently reading a new manga series that Yima had recommended, but my eyes kept straying to the black screen of my iPhone. I wasn't stupid, I knew that they weren't going to text me. But, I couldn't help the sliver of hope that they'd understand.

My alarm went off and I sat the unopened comic on my night stand before getting ready for the school day. I hadn't slept much over the weekend, and it showed. From my slow and clumsy movement to the dark purple circles that had stained the underside of my eyes.

I wanted nothing more than to just skip and get some much-needed sleep, but I couldn't. I've always prided myself with having a nearly perfect attendance and that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

Throwing on a blue-grey flannel and joggers, I make sure to shove my UA hoodie into my backpack before I head downstairs. It wasn't early, so there was no one in the main room when I made it downstairs. Just like I planned... I sigh in relief.

The walk to homeroom was short and uneventful, something I wasn't used to. Usually, Mina or Kiri would spend most of the morning talking about something or I'd witness one of the rare moments that Bakugou acted soft towards his lover, but that was gone.

Conversations didn't stop when I walked in and I managed to slip into my seat without gaining anyone's attention. I could feel eyes on me, and it wasn't hard to realize who's they belonged to, but I ignored them and placed my head on my desk.

Class would start shortly and then they'd be too busy working to glare at me. I don't think I've ever been so happy to hear the familiar tired and monotonous voice of our teacher in my life.

"Morning brats. I'll pass out some graded work and then I'm taking a nap. I've already written the assignment on the board, as well, so you have no reason to bother me."

Typical Aizawa, I thought with a small, knowing smile. My eyes met Mina's and the smile on her face disappeared, turning into a look similar to that of a kicked puppy. We stared at each other for the longest time, neither of us able to look away.

"You can do better." Mr. Aizawa mumbles in a disappointed voice that makes me flinch.

A stack of stapled papers falls over my open notebook, startling me and making me meet the concerned gaze of my teacher. He knew, more than most, about my home life and personal issues, so he probably guessed that something was off.

"Wanna tal—"

I shook my head and gazed back down at the large, bright red -C on my packet. It was a simple assignment, long and repetitive, but not difficult at all. Yet, I was only two points away from a D+. 

My eyes stayed trained on the bright, taunting letter until I heard his soft, retreating footsteps. I was angry, sad, but mainly just disappointed in myself, for a multitude of reasons. I couldn't seem to do anything right, and to top it all off, I made all of my friends hate me.

After writing the assignment down and staring at the questions for half of the class period, I just decided to put it away and work on it when my head was more clear. No one was really loud or anything, I just couldn't concentrate.

Pulling out my phone, I search my notifications for anything to snag my attention. I freeze when my eyes land on one particular notification. Index finger poised over the bubble, I click on it and hold my breath.