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It was quiet. Too quiet. Katsuki didn’t think much of it until much after the extras filed in for class. It hit him when he saw Round face and Glasses walk into the room with the absence of a certain green-haired mess who would usually be mumbling a storm in his ear otherwise.
Where’s the damn nerd? I bet he’s still being a little bitch about his arm. He scoffed to himself as the bell rang with still no sign of the idiot. Only when Aizawa called for a silent study hall time did Katsuki let his thoughts stay back to Midoriya. Their internship shift today was supposed to be a simple patrol but of course being UA students, they attracted an annoying ass villain with an energy retention quirk. Any hits they made came back with double the force which Bakugo had learned the hard way.
His back still ached a bit from being thrown off like a doll but even more hurt was his pride. How could he get knocked out that easily. He gritted his teeth at the thought. And how did Deku manage to destroy his damn arm again? Prolly went off playing hero all on his own again.
Sure, Bakugo realized that he was not the nicest to Deku. Scratch that, he was an absolute piece of shit. The point is, after clearing things up at Ground beta a few months ago he was trying to fix things. Was he making an effort to apologize through actions? Yes. Was Midoriya making it difficult for him by destroying himself at every opportunity? Yes.
He let out a sigh which was apparently audible enough for Kirishima to turn to him questioningly. He got flipped off by yours truly and decided to mind his business with a shrug.
Why was he even thinking about the nerd anyway? Deku had no right to take up his mental space. Instead, Katsuki closed his eyes and eavesdropped on the conversation Dunce face and Shitty hair were having.
“I’m just sayin man It would be fun to try at least once.”
“Kami what if we die”
“We won’t die c'mon man you can just harden or something if it hurts”
“I’ll consider it but Sero has to be on standby”
“Bet!”
Tsk. What idiots. What was it with everyone and trying to get hurt.
Unbeknownst to Bakugo, Kaminari noticed he was listening in and smirked to himself. This would be a good way to test his theory.
“Hey Kiri, did you hear what happened to Midoriya?”
“Huh? Oh I think he hurt his arm right? Now that you mention it, where is he?” Kirishima looked around the room cluelessly.
“I heard it was really bad bro”
“Is he ok?”
“He might lose the use of his arm” Kaminari smiled, enjoying how a gullible Kirishima was freaking out.
“Stop spouting shit Spark Plug! Deku’s being a dramatic bitch! We all know that damn nerd can’t stop fucking trying to kill himself” Katsuki glared at Kaminari.
“Oh Bakugo are you worried?”
“Of course the fuck not. If I win against a fucking dead guy it won’t mean shit!”
“Bakugo please shut up” Aizawa glared at the trio, clearly pissed at being woken up.
With a roll of his eyes Bakugo turned in his chair and went back to practicing calc problems. Behind him, Kaminari gave him an almost disappointed look before quickly jumping back into conversation with Mina and Kirishima.
It was only 10 minutes later that Bakugo was whacked in the head by an electrocuted spitball. He could have sworn he went through all stages of grief in that moment, that is, if the stages of grief were just anger. This was gonna be a long week.