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The students of class 1-a talked to each other quietly, waiting for their teacher to arrive. They talked about whatever came to mind, only trying to socialize with each other.
Soon, Aizawa walked into class and began his lesson. He asked everyone to talk a notebook out. He quickly noticed that Bakugou was the only one who didn’t.
“Bakugou, where’s your notebook?” He seemingly startled the boy a little.
“Huh,” He looked around but sighed angrily. “Looks like I forgot my backpack at home.”
“You forgot your backpack?”
“Yeah, did you not hear me?”
“Whatever, it’s the least of my worries.” He looked down at his copy as Deku snuck a piece of paper to him over his shoulder. Bakugou glared but was at least happy to be able to take down some sort of notes.
It wasn’t until lunch that Denki ran up to him, curious.
“Dude, how do you forget your backpack? That’s something I’d do.” The rest of his friends caught up, listening in.
“I’ve been doing stuff like that a lot lately.” He rubbed his eyes.
“Maybe you’re tired.” Mina suggested.
“No, you know I fall asleep at like 8 every night.”
“Hey, maybe it’s just a rough patch, dude.” Kirishima added.
“Maybe. I still can’t believe how stupid that was, though.”
“We all have weird days.” Sero replied with his usual toothy grin.
“I guess.” He growled before continuing on.
During class after lunch, Bakugou seemed to be staring off as Aizawa talked. Sero caught this but said nothing. He seemed to just stop writing down his notes. It was clear that Aizawa noticed too but said nothing since he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Jirou looked over next, spotting his blank stare. She felt bad for him, assuming that he just wasn’t understanding the material.
Once Aizawa stopped the lesson for a break, She turned to him.
“Hey, if you need my notes just tell me.”
“What?”
“I thought you were struggling with the lesson.”
“No, I understood the damn lesson. It’s just that I kind of forgot how to write for a moment and then I almost forgot how to think.”
“I think that you should maybe tell someone.”
“Well, I sure as hell ain’t talking with Aizawa or my mom.”
“Then no one can help you.”
“I don’t need help. I just need a nap.”
“Maybe. Hey, after school just take it easy, okay?”
“Whatever, I didn’t ask.”
“Alright then.” She sat back down. As she did, class started back up. It seemed to go by quickly and soon school was over..
Everyone went back home and returned the next day. Everything seemed okay until the next monday.
Bakugou sat down. Today he had his backpack but he seemed sort of confused. He would ask Aizawa what class they were in and kept making sure he had the right supplies for the subject. Sometimes he would take out the wrong things and realize, taking out the right thing.
“Bakugou,” Aizawa said, calling on him. “Where’s your book?”
“I’m supposed to have a book?”
“Yes, you use it every day.”
“No, I don’t!”
“I don’t have time for this. Someone lend him their copy or share.” Jirou did as asked and scooted closer.
This class was the last of the day. Everyone packed up and left, Deku being the only one left, having ended up being a little behind. Aizawa murmured to himself.
“I’m going to expel that boy.” Izuku heard since Aizawa wasn’t speaking very quietly. He walked over with his bag.
“I don’t think you should, Mr.Aizawa.”
“Why not?”
“I think something’s wrong with Kacchan. People are kind of worried about him.”
“He thinks this is a joke.”
“I don’t think he does. Kacchan doesn’t joke like that. He seems like he’s genuinely kind of upset.”
“I guess.”
“Just be a little patient with him.”
“Yeah, maybe I should be.”
“He’s probably just having a bad week.”
“You’re right, Midorya. I need to calm down a bit. It’s my duty to teach, which means helping students.”
“Yeah, see? I’m sure he’ll be better by next week.” Deku was hopeful but what happened was the opposite. He only got worse the next week and even worse the next after that. He was even more confused and withdrawn, starting to become more and more forgetful.
“I told you, I’m not in any damn World History class!” He argued.
“Bakugou, you are. You are here and we’re starting World History.”
“I don’t know what class you think I’m in but it’s not World History!”
“Enough, we’re studying world history whether you like it or not.”
“Fine!” He shouted as he sat down. Though scowling, he managed to make it through the entire class. Kirishima walked up to him.
“Dude, that’s not funny.” He said.
“What’s not funny?”
“The world history joke.”
“What world history joke? Did I miss something during the class?”
“You know what I’m talking about!”
“No, I don’t!”
“Acting like you didn’t know what class it wasn’t really wasn’t that funny.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dude, stop!”
“I wasn’t joking!”
“Just drop it already!”
“I wasn’t!” He stood getting in his face.
“Wait, really-”
“Just had a damn brain fart.” He murmured, stepping away.
“Seriously, are you okay, man? You’ve been acting really weird.”
“I’m not acting weird!”
“Do you need someone to talk to? I’m here for you, you know that, right?”
“I’m fine, everyone else is just being neurotic.”
“Okay, man, I see. Well, if you need anything, I’m here.”
“Thanks I guess.” He replied before packing up with a sigh.
For the entirety of the week, Bakugou had the same fight with Aizawa, the others just learning to ignore it. It was clear that the man was losing his patience with the kid but he just kept his cool.
The next week wasn’t any better, Bakugou seemingly becoming even more forgetful.
The week after started off the worst. He was arguing with Aizawa again.
“We aren’t doing math! We’ve never done math! I thought as the teacher, you’d realize that!”
“Bakugou, we’ve been doing math daily since school started. If you don’t want to do it then just say it.”
“I hate math and class is class but we’ve never had a math class! Why would we need one?” The rest of the students just watched. Aizawa glared at him.
“Bakugou, this is unacceptable!” Iida interjected.
“No, what’s unacceptable is sudden math!” He replied.
“That’s it, go into the hall,” Aizawa hissed. “I’m done.”
“Fine, have fun with your math I guess!” He stormed out. There was silence for a while before Aizawa began teaching again.
About half an hour later he walked out to address Bakugou. Muffled arguing could be heard in the hall before both came back in. The boy sat back down with his hands in his pocket, staring off. Everyone looked at him for a moment. They weren’t entirely surprised considering how many arguments he had gotten into with the teacher within the past month. All of them were pretty shocked that he hadn’t been expelled yet, though. Every single day they would verbally fight, becoming more and more angry.
It got to a point where sometimes one of the girls would frown and cover their ears while some of the boys just put their heads down in exhausted defeat. Sometimes he would get sent out into the hall and sometimes he wouldn’t. He would either be left out there alone, or be forced to talk with Aizawa, or he would have to speak with Iida, which was his least favorite.
They continued with this routine for the rest of the week and into the middle of the next. It would have gone on longer if Aizawa hadn’t snapped and sent him to Nezu.