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It’s after the intense training that Class 1-A goes through is when Bakugou finds a book underneath the benches of the boy’s locker room, at first he decides to let it go ‘cause why should he waste his precious time trying to find the book’s owner but after everyone else is out of locker room is when he decides to retrieve the book underneath the bench, hoping that he would find the owner’s name written on the first page he opens it and ends up finding nothing but a sentence on the bottom right corner of the page. He’s hesitant at first but he still reads it, “I like Bakugou but he doesn’t know I exist, or maybe he does but we don’t talk….ever”
Taken aback by the sudden confession by god knows who he closes it shut and stuffs what seemed like a diary inside his gym back and heads out the locker room. The cold breeze hits his face and sends chills down him, his mind’s getting all fuzzy, ha, he shouldn’t have read it—hell he shouldn’t have even decided to pick it up! Bakugou himself doesn’t know how he should act, of course he has gotten confessions, but that was all in middle school—he doesn’t know what’s different now, well actually many things, he doesn’t want to deal with anything else besides training to be a hero, sure he has thought about love—he’s a teenager for god's sake! But Bakugou has realized that if he is to become the number 1 hero then he must put all feelings aside and solely focus on being number 1 in everything.
Bakugou’s plan now? Well obviously he’ll put the diary back from where he got it and hopefully never meet its owner, but damn his brain, it’s starting to fish around, who could it be, who could like Bakugou? (Many people, after all he’s amazing) (Damn that sounded narcissistic) Could it be one of his classmates? Most likely since Class 1-B barely used the east locker room, it kinda just became an unspoken rule between the two classes, they use the bottom locker room and class 1-A uses the east ones. It can’t be one of the girls since the diary was found in the boys locker room. It should be someone who he doesn’t talk with, so we can cross off Deku—no way in hell can Deku like him, can’t be Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Todoroki, Iida…? No, they talk everyday (Iida usually scolds Bakugou for his uniform and much most stupid things that Bakugou has yet to understand). Wait wait, Tail boy? No scratch that, Kaminari and Tail boy are a thing (he kinda found out accidentally, no one in class 1-A knows) that only lets…..
“Kacchan!” Midoriya calls as he runs back to Bakugou, stupid nerd interrupting his mind palace.
“What is it nerd?” Bakugou answers with his usual scowl.
“Well I was wondering where you were,” Midoriya replied with a smile.
“Making myself clean, unlike some people,” Bakugou said with a tsk.
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean? I clean myself!” Midoriya frowns.
“You got out after 5 minutes” Bakugou deadpans.
“Kacchan I don’t know about you but that’s enough time for me to clean myself” Midoriya fake cries in protest.
“Yeah yeah” Bakugou grins, it was fun talking like this now, after they kinda recovered their relationship and reconnected one way or another.
“Kacchan, let's race back to the dorms!” Midoriya says as Bakugou gets ready, the other doesn’t even reply back before they both speed off.
They both reach to the dorm breathless and once again sweaty, laughing at how messed up both looked they both say their good nights (well Bakugou mutters his ‘goodnight’ but Midoriya hears it so it’s all good)
Bakugou is left alone at his comfort of his dorm room, the first thing he does is throw off his gym back to the corners of his room and fling his shoes and socks somewhere, ah how nice it is when you don’t have a old hag screaming your ears off to clean your room 24/7. His overly exhausted body flops onto the bed and curls into a sleeping position, it’s only minutes after that he opens his eyes remembering about the diary— no no no, why couldn’t he have just fallen asleep?!
Curiosity be damned ‘cause now he’s out of his comfortable position off his bed and searching for the diary he stuffed inside his gym back—and found it! He once again goes off to his bed and lays on his stomach as he opens up the book. The first page is to be expected but it still cringes him, he flips to the next page and it’s filled with writing—should he be even reading this? Isn’t this invasion of privacy….well, off to reading it is!
Thursday, July 15
Dear Diary, Today me and Bakugou had eye contact but then I realized he was looking at something behind me.
I tried approaching him today. I really wanted to give him 1 of my homemade cookies but he was surrounded by his friends…..but hey, Sato said I had a talent for baking!
Bakugou looked extra pretty—
Ok wait, pretty? Him, pretty?? From what angle—
Bakugou looked extra pretty today when he was asleep, the sun was shining brightly and the way it lit up his already beautiful ash blonde hair was memorizing,
Bakugou felt his cheeks heat up with every word he read, whoever this person was, they must really really really like him….
I closed the window curtains for him since it looked like the sun was troubling him, I wonder if he noticed me
Bakugou felt guilty, he’s usually not a deep sleeper so he should’ve seen someone . Anyways, he continued reading.
Luckily, I ended up sparring with him. I don’t know what came over me but I got the courage to ask him to spar with me and he said yes! It was quick, I tried my best to keep up with him since he’s honestly so much better than me, his drive to succeed in everything encourages me to do my best too, I look up to him a lot, even though I won’t ever get to tell him that.
And with that the words ended at the bottom of the page, right after that Bakugou tried remembering the events that took place on July 15, it was hard remembering since almost everyday was the same, and he didn’t keep track of who he ended up sparring with. In the end, he gave up trying to remember—hoping that it would come up randomly sooner or later. He flipped the page to read more —all though he knew he shouldn’t have begun— this next page didn’t have much writing, only 3 sentences or something, guessing by the looks of it whoever started writing in this diary probably gave up after a few days, kinda funny.
Sunday, July 18
I spent today like every other day, actually today me and Sato tried cooking a chocolate cake, Koda and Ojiro helped too. We succeeded at the end with a very beautiful looking cake, we handed it out to the rest of the class and I took the courage to go up to Bakugou and give him some…..but before I could do it Kirishima had already given it to him….pretty much sums up my day I guess.
If Bakugou had known any better then other people would call his friend group and Kirishima a cock blocker ‘cause this person had tried so many times and yet all tries were very in vain since his friends never seemed to leave him. Maybe he should stay alone for a whole day and see if the said person approaches him.
Even after 2 pages he still hasn't figured out who this person was, only knew that this person hung out with Sato—for baking I guess? So he moved on to the next page, even though now he had no intention of stopping.
The next page seemed empty like the last one but it had…..
Woah….
That’s him. That’s me.
It had a date written on the top.
Monday, July 19
And a drawing underneath it, such a fascinating drawing that really captivated his attention, it was very beautiful, very real, very him, a very delightful drawing of himself.
Ok so whoever this person was, was really really good at drawing. He must….he must take a picture of this!
And so he does, Bakugou takes out his phone and takes a picture of the drawing, then after that adores it again, looking through it again from the book he reads the sentence underneath the drawing.
He was sleeping once again at lunch time, no one was really in the classroom so I decided I would draw him.
This drawing’s a bit ugly
No it’s not, Bakugou thought then resumed.
This drawing’s a bit ugly, but believe me, he’s absolutely amazing and charming.
Once again Bakugou was a blushing mess, who the hell was this person and what did they do to him!
Sleep. He should sleep right now! And throw this diary away tomorrow, yeah that’s right…..off to the next page.
Wednesday, July 21
Bakugou may seem ill mannered
He is not! But go on.
Bakugou may seem ill mannered but he’s actually very kind, he’s honest (frightening how honest he could get despite each situation, which honestly I look up too) he’s courageous, he doesn’t hesitate to speak on what is wrong and will help people if he chooses to.
Damn right he is all those things. Bakugou felt proud that he could be a potential role model for whoever this person was.
By now he was done reading and was getting drowsy so he decided to call it a night after stuffing the notebook in his school bag, he had no intention of returning it anymore—well only after he finds out who it belongs to will he return the book back. He doesn’t know what he’ll end up doing after he finds out, maybe he’ll……
Bakugou yawns as his eyes slowly shut
….. maybe I can do feelings.