Chapter 2: Changes

Katsuki cringed as he dropped his soiled bottoms into a lightly filled hamper. He looked down below, bare but for the black tank top that remained. It seemed he was out of the woods, but a fear remained in his mind that things would get uncomfortably stiff again without warning. Stripping his shirt, he went to the restroom to ready a shower. After starting the water, he took to the mirror to see to his teeth.

Ruby eyes met his. An unyielding scowl greeted him. Some would have called it a great poker face, but the less generous would probably have branded it a resting bitch face. Nevertheless, it was his. At least that hadn't changed. After his dream, a part of him expected to find an entirely different face in the mirror. Maybe that fucking nerd Deku or that dolt buzz boy. Someone that such a stupid dream would have suited more. Bakugo was still in a state of partial disbelief.

"A wet dream about Ura-fucking-raka," he thought while brushing. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. How pathetic. Of all the women on Earth, Pink Cheeks had to be the one to make me cream my pants. What a joke."

His thoughts of her only persisted as he met the pelting hot water. A vision invaded his mind. She was in that damn cheerleader getup again. Jumping up and down with a pompom in each hand, bouncing in all the right places. Her eyes moved forward, as if they were looking right at him. Without missing a beat, she smiled that damn innocent smile of hers.

"Son of a bitch!" he alarmed, glaring downward.

Round face had gotten the better of him again. He was stiff as could be. In an effort to combat his traitorous body, he turned the handle until the water reaching him grew ice cold. After the initial jolt, it gave him a reprieve from his unwanted thoughts.

Getting dressed was a cinch comparatively and making his way to class was easier still. He was the first to arrive, but Bakugo had never been the sort to go back and wait for the place to grow lively. Comfortable silences were fine by him. Preferred, even, depending on who was yapping their fucking mouth at any given moment. Oddly enough, the girls weren't always the worst culprits. That whiny grape rape bastard got on Katsuki's nerves like no other. Well, besides a certain damn nerd who pressed his buttons like no one else could.

Invisibitch arrived next. She knew better than to try and make small talk with him, so she mostly kept pacing and/or hiding in, out, and around the doorway, awaiting something more resembling a friend she could gossip with. At least she hadn't been the subject of his dream. Katsuki wasn't even sure how that would've worked in the first place. Talk about leaving a lot to the imagination.

Pinky and Uraraka didn't keep her waiting long. They met her in the doorway after about two minutes of Invisibitch's incessant meandering. Naturally, rather than greet them like a regular person, she was a complete spaz.

"What took you guys so long?! I thought we were supposed to be here early!"

"Sorry," said a tired Uraraka, rubbing the back of her head. "I overslept. Mina had to help me get it in gear."

She laughed. Bakugo avoided so much as looking in their general direction.

"If one of you would have texted me, I could've helped too! Or at least waited in the dorms… Speaking of which, why couldn't we finish our homework there?"

"I'm no good in the dorms," pouted Pinky. "Every time I try to get any work done there, I wind up talking to everybody and getting nothing done."

"Why not one of our rooms then?"

"Even worse! My bed's too comfy, nothing ever sticks when I try to study there, know what I mean?"

"I guess that makes sense." Invisibitch admitted.

"Is Bakugo working with us too?" Uraraka asked quizzically.

He could feel his eyebrow begin to twitch. Still, he paid them no mind. The bubbly gravity manipulator was the last person he wanted to talk to right now.

"What do you think?" Invisibitch asked with pure sarcasm and what was implied to be a broad shrug. "I don't know, he was here before I got here."

"Well, lucky us!" Pinky brought them to a huddle and began to whisper all too loud. "Maybe I can sweet talk the hothead into giving us some help! We worked together in the Calvary Battle last year and I think he has a soft spot for me. Besides, he ranked number three on the midterms last time, so who better to ask? Yaomomo's probably still doing her hair."

"I don't know…" Uraraka said slightly less loudly. "This is Bakugo we're talking about. You might just make him angry by asking."

"Oh ye of little faith!" she retorted, sticking a tongue out. "Don't underestimate a woman's charm."

"Woman?!" Pink Cheeks retorted embarrassedly.

With that, Pinky broke the huddle and began to strut towards Katsuki like a girl on a mission. She wanted help with her schoolwork to be sure, but this seemed to be more about proving a point than anything else. The blonde feigned indifference, acting as if he hadn't heard a word, his eyes stubbornly glued to the window.

"Hey, Bakugo! You're pretty early today, huh?" she began, sitting on the edge of his desk playfully.

"What do you want, Pinky?" he asked dryly.

"Boy, you sure like to cut right to the chase!" she laughed, kicking her feet. "Well, I was wondering if you might be able to help me with some of the homework? I'm stumped!"

He turned his fiery gaze on her. She smiled nervously in return with hopeful eyes. Pinky wasn't unattractive, now that he thought about it. Of course, she was pink, which was definitely different, but he couldn't exactly say it was a bad thing. Between the rosy skin and the horns, he supposed it all suited her, in some strange way. In fact, the more he analyzed her ever so briefly, the more he realized she had a surprisingly nice body. She wore her uniform well and appeared to actually be one of the more developed girls in his class. Not only that, but there was a certain degree of confidence to her appearance. Or perhaps he was just admiring her contrarian bare thighs…

"No way! Damn it, not her too!"

Katsuki didn't have to look down to know exactly the effect his pink peer had had on him. Nor would he. The last thing he intended to do was tip off the most talkative girl in his class that she'd just given him a stiffy! This was outrageous! First Round Face and now this?!

"What's up, Bakugo? Cat got your tongue for once?" she laughed.

"This can't be fucking happening! I don't have a fucking hard on for Pinky right now!" he thought angrily, gritting his teeth.

"DO IT YOURSELF, YOU ALIEN REJECT! HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO LEARN ANYTHING IF I DO IT FUCKING FOR YOU?!"

"That's Bakugo for you…" he heard Uraraka sigh from the distance.

Pinky was unfazed.

"Oh come on! I'm not asking you to do it for me, I just need some help, that's all! Besides, we've only got 15 minutes before class, so you're my only hope!" she clasped her hands together in a begging fashion.

"How's that my problem?!" the blonde spat back. "And get your ass off my desk, I don't wanna hear Glasses rant about it when he comes in!"

"Pleeeassseee! Just this one favor, Bakugo! Helping people in need is what heroes do, right?"

Katsuki's brow twitched violently. It wasn't a widely kept secret that he'd helped Kirishima score higher marks more than a few times with their study sessions.

"You get five minutes! And you'd better be a fast learner cause I'm not spending the whole time repeating myself!"

"You really mean it?!" she exclaimed, standing with joy.

"DID I STUTTER?! Now get out your damn homework already! Clock's ticking, Pinky!"

"Thanks, Bakugo! You're the best!" she said excitedly, ushering the girls over. "Pull up some chairs, girls! We're running on Baku-time here!

"WAIT A SECOND, THAT WASN'T – "

"Thanks a bunch, Bakugo! I've really been having trouble with number five, you're a lifesaver." Uraraka said happily, pulling up a seat to his desk along with Invisibitch.

It was as if someone had poured a bucket of water on coals in a sauna. He was still pissed, but slightly less pissed. Or maybe it was less of a hot and boiling pissed and more of a cold and calculated pissed. Either way, the blonde knew he couldn't be far from having a aneurysm over these irritating peers of his. A stiff man had to pick his battles… for now.

"Just get out your worksheets before I change my mind, Round Face."

And so he did his good deed of the semester. Everything from here on would merely be testament to the teen's bleeding heart of generosity. In 4 minutes and 40 seconds flat, he'd cleared up everything for the girls. Math wasn't his specialty by any means, but whereas he just found it boring, they all seemed to have been genuinely struggling with it. By the time they gave him their thanks and let him be, his traitorous body had rewarded him by withdrawing the stiffy.

The classroom began to fill shortly after. Katsuki paid them all even less mind than usual as they entered piecemeal, for the blonde was too lost in thought. What the hell was going on with him? A wet dream had already been horribly out of the ordinary, but this Pinky induced stiffy made him wonder if he was still in the nightmare. He took a disinterested look around the classroom for observation's sake.

He saw Ears in her usual seat beside him. Nothing.

Frog girl sat in her spot in front of Glasses'. Nothing.

Pinky sat in front of her, her chair turned around as she talked to Frog. Something.

Uraraka sat furthest back at the end of the same roll. She caught his gaze and smiled lightly. A whole lot…

"This can't be happening! In fucking class?!"

He looked away instantly. Too little, too late. The stiffy had returned, with a vengeance. A dream was one thing. That ticked him off and made him cringe inwardly, but to have this shit happen in the middle of class?! He was livid! What the hell was he supposed to do about this? Katsuki would have to have an extra grueling workout after class to burn up this pent up energy. That much he was sure of. However, the blonde was so lost in his analytics and frustration that he'd failed to notice that class had started until everyone around him reacted audibly to something.

The explosive youth snapped out of it. Shota Aizawa had already begun class. For how long, he couldn't say. But his mentor's next words more than seized his attention.

"That's right. The Sports Festival is coming up soon."

AN:

The plot thickens. How's Young Bakugo going to deal with everything? Is the Sports Festival just what he needs to get snap him out of this and whip him into shape? To be continued.