The dorms were buzzing with excitement, as kids were packed and ready for a week off of school. That was, except for the Core Four, who were being held back; they were NOT excited.
Ochaco Uraraka and Eijirio Kirishima were especially bummed to be missing their boyfriends this break.
The empty Midoriya-Hitoshi room had its lights out, but the window had drapes pulled to the side, and sunlight came streaming in. The Todoroki-Bakugo room was very dark, as Shoto got dressed without more than his phone flashlight and left nearly a half hour ago, drapes still closed, blinds twisted shut. SOMEONE was sleeping in.
The bell rang.
Yamada had about 90 minutes until he was to be teaching Aizawa's class. Homeroom was 30 minutes, and then 1-A had a gym exercise that day. Hizashi was typically grading in his office during this time, Eri coloring on the floor of his office, but not today. She was with Principal Nezu, as Mic had received a text from his husband, that a certain Explosion-quirked boy was missing.
Yes, Love, I'll get to the bottom of it. -PM
SEND HIM WITH HIS EARDRUMS INTACT -EH
So now Mic was walking to the Core Four's double suite. He knocked on the suite room door and NOTHING. A heavy sigh. After punching in the combination, Yamada opened the Todoroki-Bakugo room and flipped on the light.
"Not feeling like going to class today?" Mic asked the cluster of blankets at the foot of Bakugo's bed.
"Go away." Katsuki grumbled.
Normally, this would start a lecture, and Hizashi DID debate lecturing the cluster of blankets, except for the fact that the cluster of blanket's voice sounded MISERABLE.
He set his clipboard down on the desk beside Bakugo's desk and let in the sunlight before he unearthed the teen, who nearly hissed at the offending sunlight.
"Aw, fuck! MY EYES, DUDE." Katsuki grumbled.
"Didya stay dry?" Present Mic asked.
"None of us did." Bakugo growled, reaching for a pillow to throw over his head. Mic lifted it and bopped the back of the boy's head.
"Ah. Group text?" Mic joked.
Katsuki rolled onto his side, eyes adjusting to the daylight and he stretched. "No. Shinso screamed and we all kind of freaked out and simultaneously… uhhhhhh."
"When?" Hizashi asked.
"I don't fucking know- like, 3 a.m?" Bakugo answered. "We had to change and there's only one trashcan to throw away the bags in the bathroom. It was so fucking weird, man. We were all just, like, there. I hate U.A. now." The teen sighed.
Present Mic didn't want to discourage Katsuki from talking, so he pulled up a chair from the desk. He stayed quiet. Bakugo continued.
"Like, in the beginning, Midoriya was a fucking loser and I treated him like shit, you know? I feel really badly about that now because when that THING, that EVENT happened, from start to finish, HE was fighting to get me back. Now I've fucked up THAT relationship, All Might is retired, and I don't get to go home and spend time with my boyfriend. I have to go to 'therapy' or whatever and my own parents don't seem to want me back. No one likes this VERSION of me- me included. Everyone will leave."
Mic sighed to show that it was, indeed, heavy and valid concerns. "You are incredibly bright, Bakugo. You're headstrong and a bit of an asshole, sometimes."
Katsuki laughed. "Compliments will get you nowhere."
Yamada allowed himself to chuckle for a second before getting serious again. "I know this is hard for you but think about it this way: Midoriya is still around- that shows that he still cares. All Might and Kirishima, too. Your parents, they did want ya back for break, but they want you back ALIVE more than anything else. Safety is another concern and—"
"I'll destroy Shigaraki." Bakugo promised.
Hizashi looked at Katsuki. "Well right now, I'd rather you destroy your personal record in Quirk Training. Starts in two minutes."
Bakugo's eyes lit up. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" He said, scrambling to get out of the nest of blankets. One of the many blankets, one had wrapped around the teen's ankle and as he jumped off the bed, it stayed put, making him face-plant onto the floor.
"You OK?" Hizashi asked his student, as Katsuki did a push-up from the floor, slowly, and sorely.
"I LOST TO A BLANKET?!" Bakugo growled. He slid his ankle out of the mess and seized it in his left hand, making his right hand spark in small, controlled, combustions.
"HEY! King Explosion Murder. Put it AWAY. Save it. Just let it BE." Yamada pled, hoping to LEAVE and deliver his student to the gym.
Katsuki's eyes narrowed. "I show NO mercy."
"Very Heroic, I say." Came All Might's voice. Present Mic was caught off guard, much like Bakugo and the instructor took the turn to tag-out. He passed the clipboard to Toshinori and left with a passing:
"It gets better, kid." Before Mic made a face at his coworker like no, it doesn't.
"No, it doesn't." Katsuki muttered, dropping the offensive fabric. He sniffed and smelled blood.
All Might told the boy to make his bed, and gave a minute of silence for Bakugo to work before he moved the chair back to the desk and watched Bakugo make up the sheets. Toshinori spoke.
"Why were you talking like that? 'No mercy' and all?"
The teen shrugged. "I don't fuck around. That blanket was out for blood."
All Might looked back from the window. He could see 1-A walking out from the front of the building, and out to the track.
"Uh-huh…. And what happened to your nose?" Toshinori asked.
"I tripped. It was because of the stupid sheet, wrapped around my ankle. I guess I thrash in my sleep. Shoto said so."
All Might was reading Mic's notes for a bit, Bakugo put on his gym shirt and took off his pajama pants. The closet door was the only privacy Katsuki needed, as it was giving him decency enough.
Katsuki slipped his boxers on and then the pants. "I hate it." He said looking in the mirror.
"What do you hate?" Toshinori asked, looking up from the notes. He had just finished reading.
"Ugh. Nothing." Bakugo said, closing the closet door and picking up a tied-off bag that contained his SECOND pair of wet pull-ups.
WHAT DID HE HATE?!
…. what didn't he hate?...
The teen shook the thoughts out of his head and stopped to use the bathroom and throw out the bag before throwing some water through his hair and running his towel over it. He tossed it back onto the hook and was out in less than two minutes.
All Might told the boy to head to the quirk training facility across from the track, and alerted Eraserhead that the teen was headed over.
Aizawa checked his phone and muttered to himself. "Finally, the kid shows." He opened the door and watched, clutching his scarf, that the boy made it inside before he could relax. "Class is in session. You're late. I expect improvement from you, so go start working on Kirishima's Team." The instructor ordered.
Bakugo tried to make himself look broody and annoyed, but secretly he was glad that he would get to spend some time with EIjirio.
…because soon they would be apart for a while.