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Honestly, having the entire faculty staff of U.A. was probably overkill, especially considering that most of the villains were already down for the count. What was even more unnecessary was how all the students, regardless of their conditions, were escorted to the hospital afterwards. What made it all the worse, was that Bakugou had to share a room with some of them.
At least Asui could tell that he wasn't in the chattiest mood.
Actually, upon further inspection, Bakugou thought the frog girl was being more reserved than usual. She kept shifting in her seat, and her arms were crossed defensively. She also kept rubbing at invisible spots on her costume, as if trying to cleanse herself of something.
It all came to head when the class pervert was ushered into their room for a check up.
The short girl tensed immediately, sinking into her seat as if wanting to blend into the background. The midget still took notice though, and he approached her, trying to strike up a conversation. Although his eyes were trained on a very specific area.
Bakugou felt an eye twitch as he stormed over to them. He snagged the perv by his moronic cape and launched him across the room. Big green eyes blinked owlishly at him, and he tried not to cringe at the familiarity of it.
"You'll probably get detention for that, kero," she deadpanned evenly, ever straightforward. However, there was a hint of amusement to her voice as her arms dropped to the side.
"Worth it," the blond shrugged, before giving her a pointed look, "You have to tell Aizawa-sensei. If you're not comfortable with doing it, I can do it for you. I won't even use your name if you don't want me to."
The frog girl eyed the tiles on the floor, before tentatively meeting his gaze once more.
"So you confess to knowing my name, kero?" She nudged at him with her foot.
"Shut your trap, Frogger," he sneered, causing her to laugh softly. Upon hearing the midget's whiny voice complaining about them to some poor student at the other side of the room, her face dropped.
"Would you like to accompany me, kero?" Asui asked. Bakugou easily saw through the thinly veiled plea, and he bit back down the instinct to lash out at her, saying she was capable of doing it herself.
Instead he nodded. She got up, and they walked towards the nearest teacher. Eventually, they were directed down the hall, where Aizawa was apparently in bedrest. Thankfully, they were allowed in.
"Hello there, listeners!" Their English teacher Present Mic greeted them as soon as they entered, "What brings you here?"
Aizawa had gotten his own room since his injuries were the most severe, so they were hoping for some privacy. The underground hero was covered head to toe in bandages and both his arms were in casts. Still, the moment he saw them, he sat upright, much to Present Mic's protests.
"Sorry to bother you," Asui croaked politely, "We just wanted to talk to Aizawa-sensei, kero."
"Alone," Bakugou added flatly.
Fortunately, the English teacher took the hint in stride.
"I'll go get us some coffee, Shou-Er-Eraserhead," Present Mic waved before taking his leave.
"What do you want, Problem Children?" Aizawa sighed, voice slightly muffled from the gauze.
"Ball Head is a pervert and we need him gone," the blond stated bluntly.
Their homeroom teacher seemed to bite back a groan before he gestured at them to continue. After relaying to him what happened in USJ, the underground hero gazed at the ceiling as if hoping it were to collapse on top of him.
"I'll take this up to Principal Nedzu," Aizawa assured, before meeting Asui's eyes, "He won't hurt you again."
"Thank you, kero," she bowed her head, shoulders sagging in relief.
"Thanks," the blond nodded at him curtly, and they both turned to walk away. But before they reached the door, Bakugou paused, looking back at the wounded homeroom teacher. "And...thanks for...you know...not getting us killed earlier."
Asui's expressionless face cracked a fraction, and her features softened as she faced the pro hero.
"Thank you, sensei," she bowed once more, "We are very lucky to have you, kero."
Aizawa rolled his eyes. They were the only uncovered body parts he possessed at the moment, sans his hair.
"It's in the job description," he huffed, "Both as a teacher and as a hero. I'm here to help you."
"Just accept the thanks, old man," Bakugou spat, before swivelling back to make his exit, "If you really wanna help, get rid of the midget!"
When the students left the room, Present Mic was waiting patiently outside, a distinctly lukewarm cup of coffee in each hand. The blond merely made a small noise acknowledging his presence, before stomping away. Asui used her quirk to skip over to him and keep up with the pace.
"Thank you, too, kero," Asui smiled at him easily, "You've very kind, Bakuchan."
"Don't thank me for not being an enabling misogynist," he seethed.
"What was it you said, kero?" She grinned, "Just accept the—"
"Shut up, Frogger!" Bakugou snarled, hip checking her.
It was worth it though, when school started back up again and the perv's seat was decidedly vacant.