"HOW?!" Bakugou screamed and launched himself at Midoriya upon seeing the scoreboard.
Aizawa, having expected this reaction and knowing how it would turn out, had his capture weapon at the ready and used it to restrain the explosive boy. "There will be no murder today."
Bakugou squirmed against his bonds, desperately attempting to reach Midoriya.
The funny thing was, neither of them got first place. That honor belonged to Todoroki. But the slight difference between 3rd place and 4th was enough to make Bakugou explode (literally) with anger.
"In your face!" Midoriya taunted, only angering Bakugou more.
"Midoriya, I would greatly appreciate it if you do not provoke the exploding child."
"But it's fun!"
"No." Aizawa sighed and turned to the rest of the class. "Also, I was lying about expelling someone."
Only because Hagakure got last instead of Mineta. He thought. Oh well, I'm sure there will be plenty more chances to expel him.
"Just a logical ruse," He continued, to the chagrin of the class. "Anyways, we're done here. Get to lunch."
"Go on without me, I got to take care of this." Midoriya waved a broken arm at Bakugou. "Save me a spot!"
"Yeah sure, whatever," Bakugou looked at his arm with disgust. "Just make it quick, I don't wanna hang around with these nerds for very long."
"Aww does poor Kacchan not wanna make fwends?" Midoriya mocked.
"You better fucking hurry before I decide to speed along the process myself!" He growled.
Midoriya simply laughed before skipping off to find a bathroom in which to kill himself.
"Hey!"
Bakugou turned his head to see Uraraka waving him over. It wasn't like he wanted to go sit by her, it was simply out of convenience and the lack of empty tables. Still, he found himself carrying his tray over to where she and Iida were sitting.
"The hell do you want, round-face?"
"Uraraka," She corrected, unfazed. "And you're Kacchan right?" She wiggled an eyebrow mischievously.
"SHUT UP STUPID ROUND-FACE-"
"Uraraka."
"-CAN'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT!"
"Language!" Iida interjected.
"But isn't that what Midoriya called you?" She asked, feigning ignorance.
"THAT- HE-" Bakugou sputtered. "HE DOESN'T COUNT!"
"Oh!" Uraraka put a hand to her mouth. "Don't tell me, is he your boyfriend?"
Bakugou scrunched his face up in utter disgust. "EW. Hell no. That would- HEY! Why are you laughing at me, bitch?!"
Uraraka, was in fact, laughing to the point of choking on the sip of water she had unwisely taken only moments after asking. This was because Bakugou's expression was like that of someone who had been expecting a mouthful of water but was instead treated to the taste of spoiled milk. With a bug in it.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Uraraka struggled to regain control of her lungs. "I'll stop messing with you now I swear."
"That would be advisable!" Iida said. "It is not very heroic to mock your friends!"
"Who said I'm friends with you, prissy bastard?" Bakugou sneered.
Iida's jaw dropped. "Why you-"
"SO!" Uraraka intercepted. "Where is Midoriya? I thought he'd be with you."
"Nerd had to go clean up from the testing."
"His quirk has a healing aspect, doesn't it? Good thing too, I remember watching him get crushed in the entrance exam, I thought he was dead for sure!" She gasped. "WAIT!" You're the exploding demon he was talking about!"
Bakugou rolled his eyes.
"Anyways, you didn't seem too concerned about his injuries, does that happen a lot?"
"Way too fucking often," Bakugou muttered.
"How does his quirk work?" Iida asked, having recovered from his profanity-induced shock. "I haven't seen him heal himself so I assume there is some kind of prerequisite needed but I am unsure as to what."
"Why am I even talking to you extras?!" Bakugou asked, dodging the question.
"Cuz Midoriya's not here and you're bored," Uraraka said.
It was completely true and he knew it, but Bakugou being Bakugou there was no way he would admit it. He was unable to think of a clever rebuttal, which, while uncommon, was not necessarily unheard of for Bakugou.
"Shut up." He eventually grumbled.
She did not.
Meanwhile, Midoriya had finally found a bathroom.
He set his bag on the counter and began to dig around in it. "Probably no knife… don't want too much blood…" He muttered to himself. "I could probably just break my neck? ...no. That would look like foul play if anyone walked in before I was done…"
You see, Midoriya was ill-prepared to reset at school. In the past he had just dealt with his injuries or, if they were bad enough, called his mother to take him home. This was no longer an option as he was well aware that he would most likely continue to sustain huge injuries and need to take care of them at school.
He had however prepared a vast array of materials that would be great for killing himself. Unfortunately, the majority of them would be quite messy as well as being more or less illegal.
"Heck yeah!" He said after finding a little baggie with several small pills. "I didn't think I had any left…"
Midoriya was holding a quick-acting poison (the acquiration of which is a story for another time) that was incredibly lethal.
He would know.
"Down the hatch!"
While it was lunch for the students the teachers also had their own break. This was good as Aizawa sorely needed the rest.
He also, as is with most humans, needed to use the bathroom.
Now while there was a staff-only restroom near their offices, it was clear across the school and Aizawa had no intentions to walk that far when the restrooms near the cafeteria were perfectly usable. This was a reasonable intent with only one problem; Midoriya was in that restroom.
This meant that Aizawa pulled open the door to see his student spasming on the bathroom floor right in front of the stalls while a thick white foam poured from his mouth. Which, as you can imagine, was not exactly a pretty sight. Nor was it a wanted sight or an expected sight. It was, at least for Aizawa, incredibly disturbing.
NOPE.
Now while the reasonable response would most likely be to check and make sure that Midoriya was okay, Aizawa was on his last straw as it was. So it was that he simply left the now unconscious boy, turned around, and closed the door. He then proceeded to make his way to the staff bathroom after deciding it was probably worth the extra walk.
For the rest of his break he tried his best to forget about what he had seen.
He did not.