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I wake up feeling a migraine immediately. Fucking hell why does this need to happen now? Fuck it I need to get to class.
I grab some Tylenol and put on my uniform, minus the tie. That this is fucking restricting. I grumble and walk out the door to see Shitty Hair waiting for me.
“Hey Bakubro!” he says giving me a sharp toothed grin.
I wince, his yelling making my migraine worst.
“Fucking quiet down. And I told you not to fucking call me that, “I say not wanting to yell.
“Are you okay?” he asks putting a hand on my head, “You feel warm.”
I hit his hand away and scowl, “I’m fucking fine, Let get to class.”
We start walking, Kirishima blabbering the whole time as we walk to class. Off brand Pikachu, Dunce-face, and Pink Bitch join us making the walk so much fucking louder.
I wince feeling the migraine grow, almost like my head was being crushed.
“Hey, Bakugou you okay?” I hear Pinky ask.
“I’m fucking fine, now leave me alone!” I shout sending a sharp pain through my head.
They look at me worriedly and we get to the classroom door. Fucking hell this is going to be a shitty ass day.
Well, I was fucking right. During class the sleep deprived fucker Aizawa decided to sleep so the class was fucking loud as hell. During training it had increases my migraine to fucking ten times worse because of all the loud ass noises. And now it’s starting to get to the point where I can barely hear because of how bad it fucking hurts.
I sigh holding my head in my hands. Only thirty minutes left of this shitty class then I can go back to my dorm. No way am I fucking going to go home early like a week bitch. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I see Aizawa standing next to me.
“What?” I say glaring at him.
“I was asking you if you were feeling fine, you’ve been holding your head for the whole class, “he says with an almost unfazed look.
I could see a hint of worry in his eyes though.
I shake my head and respond, “I’m fucking fine. Now leave me alone.”
I could see the surprise on his face from my calm tone. He raises an eyebrow at me before standing in front of me staring at me with a calculating gaze.
“How about we take you to recovery girl?” he says.
“I’m fucking fine I said!” I slam my hands on my desk letting out small explosions from my palms.
“K-Kachan you really are acting strange. Are you sick perhaps?” I hear Shitty Deku say,
I was about to respond when a sharp pain goes through my head, making me dizzy. I hold my head in my hands tucking my head into my knees, unaware I had been letting off small explosions in the process. I look up when I feel rough hands grab mine, taking them away from my head. It was Kirishima, he had hardened his hands and was holding mine in his preventing me from burning my head. When the pain fades slightly I could see black starting to cloud my vision. Fucking great now I passed out.