Bakugou woke up to his alarm beeping, his phone buzzing, and pounding on his door. His eyes fluttered open, the morning light shining through the windows hurting too much to do it all at once. He rolled over, groaning, and reached for the pills on his nightstand.

Then he noticed the time. 8:20 AM.

Class starts in 10 minutes.

"Fuck."

He jumped out of bed, yelled at whoever the fuck pounding on his door that he would be down soon so go the fuck away, and ran a comb through his hair. He scrambled to find his uniform- fuck, where's my tie- and pulled it on, not really caring how wrinkled it was. He checked the clock again. 8:25. Shit, I forgot to fill up my water bottle last night. Damn it.

Running out of his room, he got to the hall where class 1-A was, slowing down so it would seem that he was only late because he's rebellious or some shit like that. Everyone was staring as he entered at 8:33 AM, Aizawa looking especially displeased.

"The fuck you looking at? Mind your own damn business." He slammed his bag on his desk while his classmates hurriedly looked away.

"Care to tell us why you're late, Mr. Bakugou?" Aizawa stood in front of him, creepy eyes looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else instead dealing with a bunch of high schoolers.

"I'm late because fuck you." He could hear a couple of people whispering to themselves.

Yeah, who cares what they think. They won't ever be able to beat him in a fight, so what's the point in wasting energy picking one?

"Sure. Just make sure you don't fall asleep in class."

Shit. Of course Aizawa of all people would notice how tired he was. He ran out of his prescription of melatonin, and didn't fall asleep until 5:00. That was probably why he overslept too. Bakugou couldn't let everyone else know about that, though. If he's tired, he's weak. He can't look weak.

"The only reason I'd fall asleep is because this is boring as fuck. So leave me alone."

Aizawa sighed, and went back to the front of the class to start the lesson. Bakugou barely noticed, though. There was a fly buzzing around in the corner. It was really loud and obnoxious, but he seemed to be the only one to notice it.

He watched the fly, eyes following all of its loops and turns. His fingers tapped on his thigh unconsciously. The AC turned on, and Bakugou's attention suddenly shifted above him, where the vent was suddenly humming and blowing the cold air directly on him. Somebody sniffed, then they sniffed again. Bakugou looked around for the annoying perpetrator. It was that grape haired fucker. He kept sniffing- get a damn tissue!- until Bakugou couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out of his seat, grabbed the tissue box on Aizawa's desk, and stormed over to Mineta, slamming the box down in front of him.

"Is there a reason, Bakugou, that you were more concerned with Mineta's allergies than with the lesson?" Ugh, shit. He forgot there was a lesson going on. But with Aizawa's voice, something in Bakugou snapped.

He could feel his temper rising, until it was red hot, like a coal sitting in a fire.

"Maybe it's because you're a shit fucking teacher, and practically anything is more interesting than this damn class! Grape kid over here doesn't seem to know how to get a damn tissue himself and instead decided to be annoying as hell. So how the fuck is that my fault?!"

Kaminari leaned forward to Kirishima, whispering, "Hey, man, is Blasty alright? I don't think he's ever been this pissed before at something so small before..."

Bakugou noticed this, and felt his anger flare even higher. "And what the fuck are you whispering about, huh? Can't you mind your damn business for once instead of being a gossipy asshole?"

He stormed to the door, face pulled into a scowl. "You can all go fuck yourselves." Then, not really even knowing why the fuck he was so angry, he slammed the door open and left. Even from the end of the hallway, he could hear everyone talking over each other. Let them think whatever the fuck they want. It's not like they really care.

Inside the classroom, Kirishima frowned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Alright, brats, that's enough. Back to the lesson."

Kirishima decided he would visit Bakugou after school was done.