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Eijiro nibbled his pencil and tried to focus, eyes glazing over with confusion at the collection of equations on the board. Shaking his head slightly he tried to wake himself up by shifting in his seat. Math was his worst class and Bakugou had threatened to murder him in training if he didn't pass his next test. He needed to pay attention.
Absentmindedly he chewed his pencil rubber to a paste, scrunching his face up at the taste, as he scribbled down the methodology on the board. He could only hope it would suddenly make sense later. Ectoplasm moved on to explaining the next problem, Eijiro snapped his head to the front, determined to pay attention this time.
“Looking at this example, to proceed as before we first need to expand the brackets.”
Click
Eijiro ’s concentration snapped to the small sound. He blinked, bit his lip and told himself to ignore it. Crap, a new line of equations had appeared. Eijiro scribbled them down.
Click
“ Next we need to bring the equation to zero ”
Click
Eijiro twitched. He ground his jaw, eyes burning into the bored. Numbers danced in his vision.
“With the equation at zero,”
Click
“Gather the unknowns,”
Click
“Remember a minus and a minus is a plus,”
Click
Jaw spasming Eijiro snapped his attention to the offending noise. Crimson orbs narrowing in on Kaminari ’s pen.
Click
“Psst, Kaminari” Eijiro whispered under his breath.
Click
“Kaminari!” he hissed, a bit louder. Sero shifted beside him, no doubt having heard. There was a twitch of Kaminari’s fluffy yellow head. “Stop it,” snapped Eijiro.
Click
Kaminari ’s shifted, wondering what his bro wanted but unwilling to be called out for talking. Again.
Click
Eijiro could feel his gums aching with how hard he was clenching his teeth. A twitch appeared under his left eye.
“Now that we’ve gone through this several times” continued Ectoplasm, unaware. Eijiro looked at the bored, it might as well have been written in Greek. Above, the clock ticked down the seconds.
Click
“Stop it” he said irritably. A few more people glanced over, Ectoplasm droned on. The clock ticked down.
Kaminari stilled, thumb hovering over the tip of his pen. He turned around just enough for Eijiro to catch a glimpse of his cheeky smirk.
Click, Click, Click!
Snapping his teeth Eijiro held himself back from shouting. Every single click seemed to grate against his senses. Setting him on edge. Ready to blow.
“Thats all for today. I expect page 5-7 of your work books to be completed by Monday. Dismissed.”
The bell rang.
Click
Eijiro exploded.
“Stop it!” he roared, jumping from his seat and slamming his hand down on top of the offending pen. Crushing it with a spurt of back ink. Kaminari jumped, squeaked and promptly fell out of chair.
Eijiro heaved, nostrils flaring with annoyance. He bared his teeth as Kaminari stared at him with wide eyes. Around them Sero and Bakugou cackled with laughter.
“Jeez Kiri, bro. Calm down” said Kaminari, slowly sliding back into his chair. Eijiro released a long sigh, trying to unclench his jaw. “You’ve been so snappy lately.”
“You were being annoying” said Eijiro simply.
“Dude, Kaminari’s always annoying” said Sero, in between snickers. There were tears in the corner of his eyes.
“Hay!” objected Kaminari.
“Shut the hell up you fucking discount Pikachu, you know its true. If Kirishima didn't stop you I would have jammed that pen down your fucking throat.” Bakugou strolled over and Eijiro felt himself relax slightly at the others warm presence. Probably the only person in the world who relaxed at having Lord Explosion Murder himself at his back.
“Bro, seriously though, you’ve been so mean lately. You literally growled at me the other day,” pouted Kaminari. Eijiro frowned at the reminder.
“You stole my drink.”
“You’ve never growled at me for that before! Whats wrong bro, you stressed about exams or something?”
“He better fucking not be” grumbled Bakugou, his sharp crimsons eyes meeting Eijiro’s head on. The red haired boy could feel his skin heat with the intensity of the gaze. “With all the fucking time I’ve wasted tutoring his dumbass he better not even fucking think of failing.” To anyone else it probably sounded like a treat, but Eijiro could pick up the hint of concern. The unspoken ‘ did he need more help? ’ within the profanity.
Eijiro felt his chest warm. He had such good friends. “That’s not it” he reassured. Though he probably would have to ask Bakugou to go through todays lesson with him again. He just concentrated so much better with the blond shouting death threats at him.
“Well, whatever it is dude, you can hardly knock Kami for his pen habits. Not when you go treating yours like a chew toy.” Gingerly, Sero held up his savaged pencil. Eijiro flushed at the gnawed and splintered remains. No wonder he mouth tasted like lead.