"Is it just me or is he looking at you," Uraraka whispered, moving closer to Midoriya. Ochako glanced back every now and then to see Bakugou looking annoyed. "At least I get to see him every time I turn around."
"Don't look at him," Midoriya whispered to her friend. She looked back herself for a second. "I have no idea what's going on myself."
In fact, it was Bakugou who was now the one who had no understanding. Fights seemed inevitable with his temper and Midoriya's stubbornness. And so it happened every time they met. Small disagreements as well as big fights were not uncommon in their relationship. Unfortunately, they did not end the way they should have. Bakugou and Midoriya hadn't spoken to each other since middle school. They could not agree on anything after a moment that had affected both of them and revealed new sides to them. It was easier for them to take a neutral stance and just ignore the whole thing.
"Hey, what the hell?" Bakugou said, watching Midoriya slip away at the first opportunity.
They encountered a lingering Uraraka as soon as they stepped outside the dormitory. Bakugou had planned to stalk Midoriya without leaving her side. But now, she had the perfect opportunity to escape.
"Uraraka-san! I was just about to ask you something," Midoriya exclaimed, running up to her friend. Uraraka looked at her and then, shifting her gaze to Bakugou, smiled understandingly.
"Of course, what did you want?"
Bakugou unhappily followed the girls farther and farther away and muttered something grudgingly to himself.
"Uraraka-san! I wanted to ask you something," Midoriya called. She ran over to her friend. Uraraka looked at her. Then she shifted his gaze to Bakugou and smiled understandingly.
"Of course, what did you want?"
Bakugou followed the girls farther and farther away, muttering something to himself.
Did Midoriya want to get the relationship back on the right track at all, or not? After last night and the shopping trip together, and what had already happened this morning, Midoriya herself seemed to be moving in that direction. But now the time has been up and she is on the run again. Bakugou found it difficult to understand other people. But for some reason, it was Izuku, the closest friend, who proved to be more difficult to understand than all the others.
"I'm telling you, he's watching!" Uraraka whispered, tugging at Midoriya's hand. In the last few minutes, Bakugou had defiantly walked up to them five times. Midoriya had deliberately ignored and avoided him for reasons that were completely incomprehensible to him. Now, Bakugou had decided to take matters into his own hands. But in his own character, of course.
The whole first half of the day, while the class had its usual general education lessons, Bakugou followed her. He never let Midoriya out of his sight. He followed her in class and when she went out. He even sat across from her in the cafeteria. At first, Izuku might have been distracted by his classmates or yelled at Bakugou to stop his nonsense. But now, it was clear to everyone that their interference would make absolutely no difference.
"Today you will fill in your gaps in training. I will give you individual plans. You will practise under the supervision of the teachers.
"Iida raised his hand: "Who will be present?
Aizawa lifted the notebook in front of him and looked at his pupil. It was better to answer them all at once if there were questions to be answered.
"Ectoplasm with me. To get started, the two of us are enough. When we get there, I'll hand out these plans. They're made for each of you. Sometimes there is an overlap with your classmates' quirks. That means: We thought it might help you in your training. You can choose whatever you want. You can do it on your own or in a team. The important thing is that you let us know. Is it clear?
From the classroom came a cheerful "Yes".
"I hope it really is," Aizawa sighed. He stepped out from behind the pulpit and pressed a button on the remote control. "Grab your suits and get ready."
Bakugou jumped to his feet and turned around, but found no one behind him. Outside the office, a shock of green hair was already flickering. Katsuki's frustration and impatience grew. Brushing aside Kirishima and Kaminari, Bakugou walked out and decided to take more drastic measures.
The training ground was far away. The class took the bus to get there. Aizawa left everyone in the care of Iida, of whom he was at least half sure, and disappeared.
Bakugou took the seat next to Midoriya and pushed Mina away as soon as she was seated. He pushed some papers almost under Izuku's nose without saying a word. Midoriya's expression changed to one of growing despair as she read the contents.
"Midoriya said pitifully, still hoping that Bakugou would go away, "You didn't want to train together this morning. But from the grin on Katsuki's face, Midoriya knew that he wasn't going to let her go now.
"Then I've changed my mind," Bakugou hummed. He leaned back in his seat. The bus began to move slowly. For a while, Midoriya said nothing, not wanting to start the conversation. Silence reigned for a while. Despite the fact that Bakugou had already decided to train together, he was still waiting for an answer. The bus was on the way to the training ground.
"I won't," Izuku finally said weakly and looked away.
"What did you say?"
The bus stopped abruptly. Midoriya jumped up from her seat and walked backwards, past all the "obstacles".
"I say I won't!" Midoriya squealed as she jumped off the stopped bus, causing Iida to shout in her direction. To her delight, the teachers were already standing in front of the bus. Bakugou, who jumped out after her, slowed down.
Midoriya could feel the gaze on her as the teachers explained safety procedures and divided everyone into groups for training. Quickly, she began to think of what needed to happen. As soon as the teachers had given everyone time to disperse, Midoriya would approach Ectoplasm and try to hide from Bakugou.
"Can I have some clarification about the individual training?" said Midoriya with an emphasis on the word 'individual' in her voice and a quick glance at the approaching Katsuki.
"Of course," Ectoplasm replied. He looked at the teenager incomprehensively. "What did you want to ask?"
"Nothing anymore," Bakugou said, imitating Midoriya's voice and pulling her away from the teacher. "She didn't have any questions about individual training since she and I will train together, right, Izuku?"
No, no, no," Midoriya groaned. Bakugou was now dragging her away. "W-w-wait!"
Midoriya said. She freed herself from her friend's grip and waved her arms in protest. Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at her expectantly.
"I've changed my mind too," Izuku said and looked away. Somehow, just talking to Bakugou like that made her feel too uncomfortable. "I want to continue with my plan."
"I don't care."
"But Kaccha-mf!" Midoriya exclaimed as Bakugou suddenly stepped closer to her and grabbed her by the cheeks. For some reason, Izuku's pouty face reminded him of the times when she had tried to resist Bakugou as a child. But in the end, she had never succeeded. It pleased him to see the freckles on her cheeks jumping happily when Midoriya was so happy. It showed her true feelings.
"Bakugou! What are you doing?" The moment the teacher's thunderous voice reached the boys, Izuku stumbled back in surprise, caught his foot on the edge of the small platform and fell into the water, unable to keep his balance. Midoriya didn't stay under for long. Aizawa was able to pick her up and pull her to dry land, thanks to the ribbons.
"Midoriya, are you all right?" Todoroki asked, standing nearby. He helped Izuku up with his hand.
"Are you all right?" clarified Aizawa, who looked around at the students in a threatening way and found Bakugou in the crowd.
"Midoriya replied, coughing, "Yes.
Aizawa pulled Bakugou closer: "If you say so. Follow me quickly."