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❝Connections❞
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Flashback

After roughly fifteen minutes of continuous writing, proof of his devotion to her, his pen clicked again. That was an indication he was finished, inserting the utility into the hole on the side of Todoroki's notebook, made up by rings and gaps. Divulged on the other side of his door was Sero, who was usually waken up by Satou. The both of them are his neighbors who share the same hallway…it was unusual to see him awake this early.

"Come in", that prompted him to do so. "Yaoyorozu needs help with the tea, mind giving her a hand?" Sero needn't say no more. Todoroki was sure it was an important matter, so he was already amid standing on his feet.

He was sitting on the cushion beside his coffee table, identical to the one he owns at home. His whole room was renovated into a traditional Japanese living room, with his bed in the corner: a futon. Fabricated with cotton and silks, it was white in strips, and indigo all over.

The scenario proposed was perfect. This was luck bestowed on him by the Gods above. He never truly believed in religion, though now he's having seconds thoughts. "Tell her I'll be right there; I need to get changed first." Sero obliged, nonetheless. Afterwards, he left immediately as Todoroki went to venture through his closet. His uniform was hung up neatly. It's plain, distinctive colors easy to perceive from the rest.

Once his clothes were on, Todoroki carried off out of his room and closed the door behind him, carrying out into where Oka Yuji awaited.

Now, he could show her just how good he is at making tea...

Flashback End

Iida's arm lifted straight and stiffly, and once it was in the air, it beckoned a nod of acknowledgement from Mr. Aizawa. While the others were boiling with excitement to finally be able to start their training, Iida's blood ran cold by harboring some chilling news. His mention of her name rendered even the most garrulous students silent, listening for their instructor's next words tentatively. "I see...is that why Todoroki isn't here yet?"

With an overwhelming amount of apprehension, Iida slowly nodded his head. As he did, an anxious bead of sweat conjured seemingly out of nowhere and began its trail down the left side of his cheek.

Mr. Aizawa couldn't hide his inner confliction as a large quantity of grimace poured over his collected expression. Those who are the calmest typically can lose their cool, Eraser Head proved to be one of them.

A heavy, exasperated sigh left the older man's lips as his brows began to furrow. It caused this crease above his nose everyone hated to see, and after, he pinched the bridge of it. "We will go along with the schedule. Everyone, change into your hero costumes and head to Gym Gamma."

She could only blame one thing: her menstrual period. That had set her aback from training class 1-A. If it weren't for that, she and Todoroki wouldn't have met such a mortifying fate.

Iida, in reminiscence, lifted his hand once again. Yaoyorozu might've been the reason he didn't let anything else unspoken. Those razed-sharp indigos she bears as irises were pricking the back of his head, a type of psychic Morse code, that were in high demand. "Oh, and Ashido is sick."

Relief towered over Yaoyorozu's expression, Todoroki couldn't guess why, despite her actions being as readable as the rest. "Then who's gonna show Oka around?" Jiro had asked, a question that allegedly crept its way into her peers' heads. Soon, they'd all have an answer.

Mr. Aizawa has twin track thoughts, they run parallel to one other, always onwards. One being problem solving, and the other experimentation. It's unclear which one stemmed and persuaded him most to make his final decision; perhaps a mix of both, though once it was said, everyone stared in bewilderment.

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"B...BAKUGOU!?"

Once he was done scanning every student seated before him, their teacher folded his arms and lowered his chin, concealing those desolate pupils of his with his closed eyelids. Everyone was mostly in high distraught, above any other emotion. What logical explanation could he possibly have had that made him choose Bakugou?! Even he was confused himself, kicking up in his head. The first thing that slipped past his lips was a dragged, exaggerated, "Huh!?"

His furious nature frightened Oka, who just so happened to be directly in the seat in front of him, where Hagakure used to sit. Being her tour guide wasn't that bad of an idea...right?

"Why the hell should I do it!?" Mr. Aizawa was more than sure Bakugou would ask something along those lines; what's more, he completely bypassed the fact that his own student swore in his presence. "Because you, Bakugou, have already proven yourself to be the strongest in class 1-A. Missing a day of training wouldn't be fatal to your progress, whereas it would be for the rest your classmates."

His words had set Bakugou's temper at rest, only because it involved his eccentric ego, which was now escalating even more. Mentioning how far along he is compared to others did shut him up; however, he is still agitated that has a boring job. "Tch, whatever."

Todoroki he wasn't in anyone's line of sight, but those that surrounded him in this air-tight classroom were pierced with his malevolent daggers. His expression was stoic, unbothered by any humanly emotion, but boiling deep within in his system was as hot as lava.

"Now that it's settled, everyone, proceed to the gym. Once Yuji arrives, I'll give her the rundown on the situation, then training will start at once." Aizawa had taken the time to reach into his pocket, revealing a small piece of paper. He pinned it against the board behind the podium. "Here is the list of who she'll be seeing first and last."

Midoriya was the first to analyze it ever so quickly in a little less than ten seconds—as he searched for his name just as everyone else did. "Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa…is there a specific reason I'm last?"

It was silence. He didn't answer; instead, he chose to ignore it.

"Let's get moving." . . .

Meanwhile, Todoroki and Oka Yuji were already there…waiting.

Mr. Aizawa has a good point: if I want to get stronger, I need to train. If I want to protect you, to be your hero, I cannot afford to waste any time.

No one talked. No one looked at each other. Todoroki and Yuji had been devoid of any will to muster a single word; that, or they were simply too scared to. However, by the time the male would part his lips, the gym door opened with a creek.

That's why I'm letting Bakugou show you around, instead of me.

Everyone was dressed from head to toe; in a blue and white colored design that made her eyes shimmer. Now that they had finally arrived, albeit a little behind schedule, Yuji could begin teaching at once.

That day, you two didn't leave campus as classmates wanting nothing to do with each other...

You left as friends with a connection...that's easily breakable.