Chapter 3: Timorous

As he was on his run Bakugou was trying to process what just happened. He had already pinched himself multiple times to make sure this wasn't a dream and Camie was nowhere near him so there was only one possibility. Those girls had indeed broken into his room to cuddle with him, and this led him to multiple questions.

First of all, how did they manage to get into his room when he locked his door? He was able to think of multiple ways but they all would have woken him up so they were out of the question.

More concerning was what he was dreaming. He couldn't remember shit about what he dreamed. All he can remember was the fact that he didn't have nightmares for the first time in years and when he woke up they were all over him. he was trying to explain it to himself but he couldn't figure it out. Or rather he couldn't find one that he could accept.

Finally, he was wondering if he was gonna be able to withstand the rest of the week. He wasn't even sure he would be able to handle it today.

He finished up his run and stealthily went into the dorms making sure that no girls got anywhere near him.

'Don't want any more of that bullshit' He thought to himself.

He managed to avoid all females he came across by a wide margin for the entire way back to the dorms. Even if it did get him a few weird looks, it was worth it to know that he wasn't going to have to deal with any more of this torture.

He managed to take a shower, grab a protein bar for breakfast, and start walking to class. He was going slower than he usually would because he can't afford to sweat as much as usual. This was because he made sure to cover every bit of exposed skin he could. He never listened to the dress code before so why should he do so now that it's justified not to?

He was making it to class. Usually, he was the first one there but this time he was running a little late. His run was longer than usual because him being lost in thought. As he opened the door to the classroom all eyes were on him.

"You're late," said Mr. Aizawa

"I know" Bakugou replied

He walked over to his seat and realized something. Everyone was sitting somewhere different. At least, for the most part. Everyone that at around him was no longer there. Instead, he was surrounded by the people that he was trying to avoid. He's tempted to argue with someone but instead decides that the best way to handle this is just going with it. At least for right now.

Class proceeded the way it usually did with some minor differences. He had notes thrown on his desk four times. He used his quirk to burn them quickly because he was not going to let himself be caught with notes.

"Alright," said Mister Aizawa "I'm giving you guys the rest of the class, study or talk amongst yourselves. Just keep it quiet."

As he said that he went into his sleeping bag to take a nap.

Suddenly Bakugou found himself surrounded by his classmates.

"We heard about what happened," Shitty Hair said.

"You lucky jerk," Pikachu said

"Are you alright with all of this Kaachan" Deku said

He was panicking a little. Nobody seems to understand it but he is a major introvert.

He reaches into his backpack and pulls out his headphones and put them on. He pulled out his textbook and started reading it to ignore everybody. At some point or another, someone grabbed onto his shoulder and he had to fight every one of his instincts not to blast whoever it was. At some point though they let go.

The second the bell rang he borderline ran out of the classroom and to the next class.

Somehow the rest of the day went by without much incident, not counting Midnight eyeing him up all through her class. That part was very unnerving.

He went to his dorm room immediately after class. When in there he would do the rest of his training and would be able to study uninterrupted for the rest of the day. He was terrified about a repeat of what happened last night so he locked his door and put a chair against it so they couldn't get in. To make sure though he also duct-taped his window shut.

With peace of mind, he was finally able to go back to sleep. Back to the sense of familiarity that comes with his nightmares.

His nightmares were back. He was somewhat relieved by this though. He wasn't a masochist or anything but he knew that this meant that the girls didn't sneak into his bed again.

Despite this, however, his nightmares were not any less horrible than they usually were. That however didn't last long as he was suddenly awake after hearing something.

He blinked a few times to wake himself before he realized that it was coming from the door. Someone was trying to force it open. From what he can tell they managed to unlock the door somehow but they didn't think that he'd put a chair against the doorknob. They were struggling against it for a few seconds until another voice spoke up. He wasn't able to figure out who it was. A couple of the voices that he was able to decipher as Froggy, Round Face and Ponytail started talking but he couldn't tell what they were saying through the wall. Eventually, the voices got quieter as if they were walking away. By the time he heard the sound of the elevator he exhaled a breath that he didn't even know that he was holding in.

Why was his solution always to avoid conflict with these girls? In the past, he's always had no problem with it. Hell, fighting was probably the only thing that he was good at really even if he was slowly being outclassed by most of the class.

He sat up. He knows that once he is woken up he can never get back to sleep, especially after what just happened. Besides, it gave him one major question.

"Who was with them?" He said to himself.

There was someone with them that was definitely not a female.

With that in mind, who could it be?

He immediately cut out Deku. As much as he hated his entire existence he knew that he wouldn't do anything like this.

He also cut out Pikachu and Shitty hair because of their reactions this morning.

Then it hit him. As far as he knew none of the girls knew how to pick a lock and they had done that yesterday too. That means that it has to be somebody who knows how to pick a lock. And fortunately, he overheard a conversation a while ago in the gym where he heard one of his classmates talking about his brand new lock pick set.

With that in mind, he knew exactly what to do. He reread the floorplans of the dorms to make sure he knew where he was going first. Then he left his room and walked to his classmate's room. With that in mind, he knocked on the door.

He heard him say something but honestly didn't care enough to listen. Then the door was opened to see the suddenly scared expression of the resident pervert of class A.