So now, Bakugou had lunch tutoring and detention. This week could not have been any worse. He was thankful the lunch tutoring was about over- as he really didn't need it. What he really didn't need was a lecture from Mr. Aizawa if he told him the real reason why he failed.
A heavy sigh and Bakugou was back to banging his head on his desk. Detention was almost done, and he at least managed to get his homework all done in this hour. It was weird being after school without the entire class there. How the hell was he doing this another week? It had only been on day!
"You are dismissed," Mr. Aizawa finally said.
Grabbing his bag, Bakugou headed out and walked back to the dorms with Jirou and Satou. They were all quiet as they took the short walk- Bakugou just wanting this week to end already.
"We can always try to bake this weekend," Satou brought up.
Jirou laughed and Bakugou grunted. He knew regardless, Satou would be baking. Since they burnt up his oven in his room, Satou was forced to use the kitchen. Maybe it would work for everyone since Satou was a really good cook.
"I won't be cooking a damn thing," Bakugou said, then saw how Satou's head dropped. Feeling like an ass, he knew the accident wasn't Satou's fault. "But um… lemme know when you are and I'll come try it."
"That would be great!" Satou said.
A deep breath and Bakugou had to remember it wasn't Satou he was upset with. It was his own damn self.
Finally making it back to the dorms, Bakugou went to set his stuff down in his room and head to the common room to unwind. He knew most everyone was off doing their homework about now, but he had already done his.
Flopping onto the couch, Bakugou figured he would watch whatever trash everyone else was watching. He was more content watching Deku and Iida, who were in a heated debate over their homework. He had no idea what it was about- but Uraraka was giggling and turning red over it. He took note how serious Deku got while holding his ground in the argument. The way his cheeks got red, and his fist squeezing the pencil.
"You're doing it all wrong," Asui said, sitting next to Bakugou.
"And what would you know about it?" Bakugou asked.
"Well I know Izuku wouldn't want a grand gesture," Asui said.
"Noted," Bakugou grumbled.
"Any ideas how you'll do it?" Asui asked.
"None whatsoever," Bakugou admitted.
"Why not ask him to hold hands?" Asui suggested.
"If only it was that damn easy!" he growled. So much easier said than done. That was along the lines of walking up to Deku and just asking him out. He was almost at the point of just doing that- or giving up.
"But it is that easy," Asui assured him. Then standing up, she went over to the table where Deku, Uraraka and Iida were working. Bakugou squinted over at them, wondering what the hell this frog's issue was. Why was everyone so concerned over his damn crush?
"Hey, Izuku," Asui said, "can I hold your hand?"
Midoriya shrugged and held his hand out. "Sure."
The conversation at the table continued as if Asui wasn't even there. Midoriya and Iida continuing to argue the answers to the questions.
"Ochako," Asui asked, holding her other hand out. "Can I hold your hand too?"
"Of course!" Uraraka chirped.
"Sorry, Iida, I am out of hands," Asui giggled.
"Next time then," Iida said with a laugh.
Bakugou sat there- stunned. How the hell did Asui just do that? Not only was she holding Deku's hand, but also Uraraka's. She even apologised for not being able to hold more hands. It had to be her quirk or something.
No one could just easily hold someone's hand. Even as he stared around the common room- no one seem to even care. Sitting back, Bakugou groaned and just allowed his blood to boil. A few more minutes then Asui thanked everyone and left the table, coming back over where Bakugou was.
"See? Easy," Asui said.
"There has to be a trick to it," Bakugou said.
"Nope!" Asui said, grinning ear to ear. "Just ask nicely!"
"Whatever," Bakugou said, getting up and moving to the kitchen. Maybe he was just hungry and not angry.
Satou and Jirou were baking again. Jirou had some mixture all over her hands. This would never work.
"Ah! Bakugou!" Satou said, holding a spoon. "Come to try some cookies?"
"Sure, I'll have one," Bakugou said. As Satou handed one to him, he took it then before taking a bite, stared at Satou's hand. It was big and meaty. He had to wonder how he made such delicate treats. "Um… Satou…"
"Huh?" Satou asked, moving back to the counter.
He thought of asking Satou to hold his hand, but Jirou was giving him weird looks. "Never mind," he said, then shoved the cookie in his mouth and headed out the kitchen. At least the cookie was good.
Walking down the hallways to his room, Bakugou saw Kaminari and Ashido coming his way.
"Hey," he grunted.
"Oh! Bakugou!" Kaminari said. "We were about to start our homework."
"Did mine already," Bakugou said, "detention and all."
"Ah right!" they both said.
"So um… lemme ask you something," Bakugou said. He figured it was just them in the hallway- and he did need to try this before walking up to Deku. Asui made it all look so easy as it was.
Was it really that easy?
Only one way to find out.
"Sure! What's up?" Kaminari asked.
Turning to Ashido, Bakugou held his hand out. "Pinky, hold my hand."
What he was not expecting was Ashido was to slap him across the cheek.
"What the hell was that for?!" he yelled.
"I'm sorry!" Ashido yelled!
"Yeah, Mineta was just being really pervy with her not that long ago," Kaminari explained.
"It was so gross!" Ashido exclaimed. "But yeah! I'll hold your hand."
"Back off!" Bakugou growled- he was not risking another slap, then he turned to Kaminari. "Hold my hand?" Bakugou asked, holding his hand out. He was doing like Asui did, though Kaminari was giving him a weird look.
"What? Why?" Kaminari asked, taking a step back.
"Don't be an ass! Hold my damn hand!" Bakugou barked.
"Why are you asking this?" Ashido asked. Bakugou chose to ignore her after the slap he took.
A yelp and Kaminari took his hand- then Bakugou felt a buzzing and electricity flowing through him. Trying to let go of Kaminari's hand, but he couldn't. It got stronger and Bakugou was frozen.
"Shit!" Kaminari said, letting go of Bakugou's hand. "Um… sorry about that! You took me off guard!"
"You're no damn help!" Bakugou said, pushing past Kaminari and Ashido.
His hand tingled, as did his cheek- his hair was standing more on edge than usual. Looking at his hand, Bakugou could see the electricity coming off his palm.
This was hopeless!
Rubbing his hands on his pants, Bakugou was so done with everything.
"Bakugou!" Kirishima called out as he was walking to the gym. Maybe he could just work out his aggression or something. He figured a good hour lifting heavy shit could help.
"Oi!" he said. "I'm headed down to the gym."
"Perfect! I'll join you!" Kirishima said, walking in step with him.
Maybe he could try again. It was Kirishima of all people. "Hold my hand," Bakugou said, holding his hand out by not looking at Kirishima.
"Sure, dude!" Kirishima said, taking his hand as they walked.
Well that was easy. Bakugou figured he would catch some shit from Kirishima, but maybe Asui was onto something.
"Why is your palm all sweaty?" Kirishima asked.
"It's my quirk, dumbass," Bakugou growled.
"Well that makes sense," Kirishima laughed.
They were still holding hands as they made their way to the gym doors. He didn't think of letting go- he was trying to wrap his brain around if this would really work with Deku. It was a disaster with Ashido and Kaminari- hell he was still feeling twitchy from the bolt of electricity. How did Asui make this seem so easy?
"Kacchan?" he heard Deku ask.
Of course, standing at the gym doors, with his all too tight and too short shorts on, was Deku. Bakugou noticed the way Deku continued to stare at where he was still holding Kirishima's hand.
Letting go of Kirishima's hand, he jumped away from him. "It's not what it seems!" he exclaimed.
Kirishima just got to laughing.
Deku just kept staring between them. "Um… maybe I'll work out another time."
Bakugou just stood there, watching as Deku and his tiny shorts walked away.
