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"KATSUKI BAKUGO!"
Bakugo groaned, lifting his head. His neck ached from dozing in the awkward position and his arm was asleep from holding his head. The light pierced his eyes before they adjusted so he could see an angry Mitsuki glaring at him.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she shouted, rage practically shooting out of her. Bakugo resumed a glare, though it was not as hard and genuine as usual.
"What does it look like I'm doing, making a sandwich?! I fell asleep." He grabbed his bowl, still partially full with cereal, and slammed it into the sink. Milk was splattered over the counter and on a portion of the wall.
"KATSUKI BAKUGO, clean that up at ONCE!" she bellowed again, pointing an angry finger at the mess he'd made. Bakugo shook his head, stomping to the door and pulling his shoes on forcefully, swearing under his breath when he realized that one of his shoelaces was knotted.
"You're late for school, and don't expect me to drive you," she snapped, voice fading as she walked up the stairs. Bakugo just sighed, grabbing his house keys and leaving, slamming the door so hard behind him that the frame shook.
The mid-April sun shone on his back, not as humid as it would get later in the summer. A light breeze was blowing, putting a small chill in the air. Bakugo stomped down the street, hands stuffed in his black uniform pockets. His jaw was tight. He didn't know if they had found Deku's body yet... They might have since the school day had started 10 minutes ago. No one used the door to the back of the school except for exiting, so Bakugo wasn't sure. The sun might expose it thought...
He pushed his negative thoughts down, telling himself over and over that it would be fine. No one would know except for him and his two buds. He knew that they wouldn't snitch; they were sure Bakugo would kill them if they did. Literally. The school came into sight, and it was all he could do not to turn around and run back. Instead, he used his Quirk to rocket himself forward, causing a few bystanders to yell in shock or jump out of the way. He didn't care if he hit anyone. In fact, he'd be glad if he did. He needed to let his emotions out on someone.
He dropped his hands as he reached the entrance, trying to appear confident as he walked into the main floor. The secretary looked up, mildly surprised at his abrupt entry.
"Bakugo-Kun?" she guessed, looking at him over her rectangular black-framed glasses. She wore her ash-brown hair in a tight bun. It looked greasy from the layers of hairspray on it.
"Yeah," he said forcefully, slamming his feet down as he came to a stop at her desk. She nodded, taking a small slip of salmon-colored paper and a blue pen. She began to write slowly in cursive, first filling in the date, then the time, then his name, then her name.
"Take your time, wouldj'ya?" he remarked, glaring at her. She gave a soft 'hmph' and stuck the slip out to him. He huffed back, almost sardonically, snatching it and striding off, crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash can in the boys' bathroom as he passed. He then proceeded to blast himself up the stairs, swinging open the door to his classroom.
"-and now, I will pass out the entrance exam applications. Oh, Bakugo-Kun, you're here." His teacher, Mr. Ogami, looked over at him with his pointy nose and receding blonde hairline as obvious as always. "I assume you have a good reason for being late?"
Bakugo sighed, plopping down hard in his seat. "My alarm went off late," he replied flatly, letting his legs stretch out from under the desk. Mr. Ogami sighed, passing him a paper as well.
"I assume you'd like to enter the UA entrance exam?" he inquired, gazing at him. His teacher always 'assumed' things. It was redundant and repetitive, yet he always said the same phrase to him. It annoyed Bakugo. Then, everything annoyed him.
"What did you think I wanted to do, become a sideline cop?" Katsuki snapped, grabbing a black pen and scribbling his information furiously onto the paper. Mr. Ogami simply stepped back, handing papers to about three-fourths of the rest of the kids. Katsuki was already done filling it out by the time the teacher made his way back around to him, and the kid shoved the paper at his blonde teacher, who took the form without blinking at Bakugo's behavior. He must be used to it by now. Teachers seemed to catch on to things like this quickly and just accept them.
A few minutes passed, and gradually the class turned in all of their forms. The bell would ring soon, but Bakugo was already cleaned up; not because he wanted to be early to his next class, but because he wanted to check out back without being seen.
The red second hand on the clock hit the twelve, the bell ringing precisely on time. Katsuki made sure to casually walk to the back of the line, prancing lazily down the stairs and breaking off from the group to head to the schoolyard. Izuku's body, which should still be there, would be lying right under the window of his first class. All he needed was a peek at it to reassure him that no one had found it. If anyone asked him what he was doing gawking at a dead body, he would just say that he had seen it from upstairs and wondered if someone was asleep or actually dead.
He turned the corner, now standing directly under his classroom's window. His panicked eyes scanned the grassy spot, but Deku's body was nowhere in sight.
The thought sent chills down his spine. He looked down at his hand and saw it shaking. He clenched it. Something was not right. It freaked him out enough to realize that someone, something, had taken away the green-haired boy's body, but there was something else...
The feeling of eyes watching you.
He took a deep breath, trying to appear casual. The eyes followed him, watching him, hunting him. At the last second, he turned, firing an explosion from his sweaty palms at empty air. He almost swore he heard a small gasp, but it might have been just a psychological thing. He yanked the door to the school open, glancing behind him to make sure that no one was there. The feeling of being watched was gone, replaced with an eerie silence. The bell rang again, and Bakugo jogged off, the door clicking shut behind him. He ran into the restroom, splashing some water in his face and staring at his reflection. There were dark circles under his eyes from his restless sleep, if you could call it that, last night, and his blonde hair was a little dirty. He'd forgotten to shower yesterday. The boy groaned, exiting the bathroom to head to his next class.
The yellow eyes followed him.
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Thank you for reading! I hope you're beginning to enjoy the story. I have a lot in store for the rest of the story, and this chapter was pretty big in setting up quite a few more events. It's like a small domino knocking down a bigger one, then a bigger one, so on.
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