The sun rose and Midoriya's feet slammed the pavement. He skid, slightly, as he shifted his hips and pulled out his ear buds.
"Almost missed the gym." He said, rattling the sleep out of his brain with a gentle head shake. He opened his eyes and swiped his student identification card before the doors beeped and unlocked, sliding open. It smelled like rubber mats and pool salt.
The gym was state-of-the-art and usually strangely quiet, with the exception of Iida who was just straight blasting his engines on a treadmill on the far wall of the gym. Izuku's plan was to find the weights, and so he went, but instead found Bakugo.
"Kacchan!" Midoriya waved. There was no response. Well- there was some response: Katsuki rolled his eyes and upped his music's volume in his headphones.
"Heeeey Baku-bro." Kirishima laughed, swaggering into the gym, Kaminari in tow. He was yawning.
Izuku turned. "He's not listening to anyone, I guess."
Midoriya was disappointed. He had a gift for Bakugo- a semi-collectible All Might Hero Trading Card. (Izuku already had three) and he was hoping to bridge the gap between them since the narcing-on-the-smokers event a month or so ago.
Midoriya prepared to walk away, but Aizawa STORMED in, grabbed Katsuki, practically by the scruff of his neck, but truly by the back of his shirt, and walked him out.
Finally, Shota let go. "Music off." He signed
Bakugo slipped his hands into his shorts and walked away. Aizawa was almost too stunned to speak- Katsuki was a LOT of things, but disrespectful to staff? Never. Was he actually Toga?! No. He was angrily gremlin-walking away. That was him. Finally, Shota wrapped his head around the fact that Bakugo was having a BAD morning, but he was not about to let this kid continue and have a bad DAY. He advanced, and grabbed Katsuki's headphones, making the boy whip his head around. He neither said, nor signed. Instead, stalking FASTER to his dorms. Aizawa let him go.
"Mic." Shota sighed into his phone. "Don't let Bakugo into his room. He's headed to you."
"Copy, Eraser." Hizashi said before hanging up.
As predicted, Katsuki took some * convincing * before he sat in the Reflection and Correction Room and sulked.
"B-A-K-U-G-O." Mic fingerspelled. "You can't work out until your ears are better."
"Or Music." Aizawa signed. He then stood up and handed Katsuki a tablet. "On loan from school. Text-to-voice. OK?"
Bakugo was displeased, but at least he liked this idea better. He could just type it. Taking the tablet with two hands and a short bow, Bakugo typed:
Fine. Can I go to breakfast now?
The device read the question aloud and Mic and Eraserhead nodded, allowing the boy to go change clothes, get breakfast, and get his ass to school.
The bell rang. Bakugo looked at his watch. He was late. Vlad closed the Class 1-B door, meaning that the bell HAD in fact sounded and he missed it. Katsuki walked in and slid the door closed before sitting in homeroom. His classmates were silent. Then he could see their mouths moving and tension began to grow. Yamada was leaning against the whiteboard, looking at his nails until Aizawa clapped his hands.
"Class began 2 minutes ago!" The instructor shouted. The Great Eraserhead looked over to Present Mic and then back over the class before he sighed. "STOP. Looking. At. Mr. Yamada."
"Is someone deaf now?" Minoru asked, leaning against his arm.
"Temporarily, yes." Aizawa answered. Bakugo waited for the interpretation. He cringed. He KNEW Minetta would be the one to ask.
"Who?" Toru Hagakure asked, waving an invisible arm.
"It doesn't matter." Aizawa replied. "And with any amount of intel-gathering, you could find out on your own and NOT bother me." He cleared his throat. "We will need someone to take notes for the student. Please see me after-school if you are interested and a legible note-taker, so that I may copy them. Thank you. Now give your attention to Mr. Yamada."
An alarm blared. "THIS IS A DRILL. HERO CLASS STUDENTS: A "VILLAIN" HAS APPROACHED OUR SCHOOL'S PARAMETERS. PLEASE SEEK THEM OUT AND "CAPTURE" THE VILLAIN. I REPEAT: THIS IS A DRILL. HERO CLASS STUDENTS: CAPTURE THE "VILLAIN" AND RETURN TO YOUR POSTS."
Aizawa approached Katsuki, signing the word 'no' and 'stay'.
I WANT TO FIGHT.
The device read aloud. Aizawa shook his head, but was losing cool.
"I have to watch the fight. Mic will take you back."
Frustrated, Bakugo tried typing with his index fingers, but to no avail. The tablet spoke:
WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!
I AM GOING TO GROUND ZERO.
I AM THE NEXT NUMBER ONE PRO.
YOU CAN NOT STOP ME.
As if on cue, Mic appeared, coming to take Katsuki back to the dorms. The boy was angered and stalked behind, feet stomping into the ground. Mic signed too quickly for Bakugo, usually. His interpretation in class got him about 50% of what was actually said. Katsuki couldn't forget- He only understood as much as he did because he was born smart... and lucky. But he was, however, hardworking. As much work as Stupid Deku would put in, he would put in twice as much, himself.
Mic eventually dragged Bakugo all the way back to the dorms. The instructor surprised Katsuki, accidentally, by grabbing the teen's wrist.
"Wha-" Bakugo spoke aloud, startled.
Mic signed. "Change. Your room is back upstairs."
Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked away from the first floor dorms and into the elevator. They ascended to the floor Bakugo typically stayed in and he found that, yes, they had dared to touch and move his stuff. But it was done respectfully enough...
Before leaving, Yamada Sensei handed over a note from Mr. Aizawa:
STAY in the dorms. I will get you for lunch.
Be good and try not to cause too much trouble.
I am sorry you are frustrated.
We will head to the clinic before dinner.
"OK?" Mic fingerspelled.
Katsuki nodded.