"Mr Aisawa!" Bakugo said through gritted teeth. The sloppy man looked uncertain as he took a whiff of the air. "Hm." He glared at Bakugo, then to me. He couldn't see past Bakugo's head, so he tilted over to see past mine.
Scanning the store room and seeing it was fine, he turned back to Bakugo "were you guys a victim or a member of the recent senior prank?" He crosses his arms. "Uh- a victim sir." Bakugo fidgeted with his hands.
Aisawa then looked at me. "Um, a victim sir." I nodded with a shaky smile. He sighed, moved over and gestured towards the hall. We walked out of the doorway and I caught Aisawa scanning the room again, scrunching his nose up.
I bit my tongue in hope of holding back a laugh. I turned around and saw that Bakugo was already half way down the hall, I speed walked and caught up to him. "He bought it!" I whispered. Bakugo turned around and hushed me. "Sorry!" I chirped.
We got back to class and sat down. Mr Aisawa strode in "Now I know some of you may be wet, But deal with it. As for those who look questionable." He paused and glared at me and Bakugo. "I shall get talking to you." I gulped, What does that mean? I thought we played it off! "Dismissed."
I pushed past everyone, manoeuvring quickly to the door. "Uraraka ochako" I paused and slouched my shoulders, turning around and admitting my defeat. "Sir-" I was interrupted. "Sit down for the love of god." Mr Aisawa grunted. He then left to retrieve Bakugo who had escaped.
"I'm going to ask this one question. And I am expecting honestly from both of you." Mr Aisawa glared at us, why does it feel like he's glaring deep into my soul? I gulped. "What exactly happened in that store room that I am unaware of?" I chill of nerves struck down my spine. "The truth."
Why was it his need to know that? What was so wrong with having sex in a store room? Why does he look like he wants to kill Bakugo? Am I going to get expelled? What if- "Anytime today." The lazy man checked his watch. Fuck this, I mean Bakugo seems too much of a pussy right now so..
"Ok fine-" I was interrupted, Damn I need to set some rules down here. "Sir.. we're truly sorry, I mean, it's my fault really not Ura-" bakugo started pouring out. "Cut to the story." Aisawa commanded placing two hands on the desk.
"A make-out session.. just a little one." Bakugo looks down. What? He's never going to fall for that! Idiot! I shoot him a concerned look. 'The-fuck'd-ya-say-that-for?' Look. The look you give your sibling when they tout on your ass. Damn if we get caught for real imma kill this bitch.
The hero turns around eyeballing the both of us. "really?" He says sarcastically. Dumbass. I seriously want to punch him up the face right now. "What else would we be doing?" I roll my eyes. He raises an eyebrow at me. Ohh I'm so dead. "Well then, why don't we check the security cameras?"
My heart drops in my chest, I turn around to Bakugo he's giving me the 'The-fuck'd-ya-say-that-for?' Look. But even worse than mine. Mr Aisawa stood up letting out a sigh "Good thing I've got access to the cameras." A lump was stuck in my throat, I couldn't speak out.
"Sir! You can't do that!" Bakugo argued. Our teacher then rubbed the back of his head stretching "oh dear boy, but I can." He grinned. I felt like sticking my fingers down my throat to make some sort of a distraction. I looked at Bakugo begging him to do something. We had a telepathic arguement.
Meanwhile Mr Aisawa was clicking at his keyboard unnecessarily fast to see our reactions. Time was running out and I started panicking more, my palms were sweaty and my throat got dry. "Ten-twenty-eight this morning in an art store room." He puffed out, Clicking at the mouse. "Ah!" He smiled, clicking more.
I clawed at the hems of my skirt. Biting my lip until it bled. Scrunching my toes up in my shoes. Bakugo leaning on his elbows and rubbing his head. "How do I rewind on this stupid-" our teacher getting pissed by smashing on the mouse. "There we go!" The joy in his voice like an arrow through my head.
My stomach almost flipped and relief shot through me as the door rapped and slid open. Mr Aisawa closed down the tabs quickly and turned around. "Sir! Sir! Mr Aisawa, Tsuyu Asui has gotten her tongue tangled on a pole when training!" Mina bust through the door, panting out of breath.
"Oh for the love of god. Can't you see I'm busy?!" He pointed to his computer screen. Mina looked at the screen "No?" The screen was blank. Mr Aisawa threw his hands in the air sighing. "Fine! I'm coming now, you!" He pointed at us "stay!" And he ran out of the room.
I slouched down in the chair letting out a deep breath of relief. Bakugo ran to the teachers monitor clicking furiously around the screen. I got up and ran to see what eaxcatly he was doing. "What?!" He clicked around in the documents. "Care explaining what exactly is wrong?" I groaned.
"There is no storage room camera!" He pointed to the screen. "He was lying!" Bakugo jumped up from the teachers chair hugging me. He soon realised what he was doing and backed off, brushing himself down. Oh yeah, have sex with me but don't hug me. Classy. I walked back to my chair letting out a sigh.