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The class bell rang and everyone made their way to their assigned seats. Many of the students were still chit-chatting with each other, until the sound of a door shuffling wide open echoed throughout the classroom.
Aizawa stepped into the class, wearing his usual tired gaze. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets as he walked towards his desk. Behind the desk, he came to a halt and pointed his gaze towards the talking students, who immediately shut up.
With an exhausted sigh, he began “Today…”
But Katsuki didn’t listen. The words just flew in and out of his mind. Because his mind was already occupied by something else. Something else. Someone else.
He moved his elbows onto the desk, clasping his both hands together and resting his face on his palms. The young boy let out a frustrated yet tired sigh, as he rubbed his hands against his face. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried to set aside his thoughts, and maybe, instead, try listening to whatever rubbish topics his stupid classmates started talking about again, or Aizawa’s conversation with Izuku about whatever hero topic nobody but Izuku paid attention to.
Izuku.
Shit. Why was he even thinking about that nerd?! Christ, he didn’t know for how long had this shit been lasting, but Izuku had been occupying his thoughts for what?!? A day, a week… a month? A year?-
He had no idea why the Shitty nerd was on his mind this much. Maybe it was because Izuku had beaten him at sparring the other day and he just harboured his usual long-term disdain towards him…
Or maybe it was the way his soft green curls fell on his face after he pushed them up on his face, but fell back down because they were so fluffy and refused to stay in any other placement than their original…
Yeah, definitely the disdain…
“Bakugou? Bakugou?! KATSUKI BAKUGOU!”
Katsuki jumped at the sudden deafening sound right next to his previously distracted face. He quickly removed his head from his palms and let his arms fall onto his lap... When he looked up, he was met with the glaring eyes of Aizawa.
“Mr. Bakugou. I asked you a question.”
“…what question?” Katsuki says, drifting his eyes away from his teacher all across the surrounding environment in an attempt to avoid Aizawa’s terrifying glare.
“The one that you should have listened to. Tell me Bakugou, why have you been disassociating for the last 20 minutes and grumbling to yourself like you’re plagued by something that's more important than my class or learning overall?" Aizawa stated, “Well, Bakugou, just pay attention from now on and don’t continue these antics.”
“…Yes, sensei…” Katsuki grumbled, while keeping his gaze stuck firmly on the desk.
After that Aizawa went back to the board and continued teaching the class, now filled with a bunch of overly curious teenagers.
“Hey! Katsuki, what’s gotten you grumbling like it’s the end of the world? Or who-“ Eijirou shouted from across the class but was almost too quickly cut off by Katsuki's sharp yell.
“SHUT UP, SHITTY HAIR!” Katsuki turned his head towards the speaker and yelled the second he could hear the word “who” enter Eijirou’s mouth.
“Whoa, whoa! Katsuki what’s gotten into you, bro? You’re not usually this... dense-“
“Y-“ Katsuki was about to yell again when Mina, out of all people, interrupted him.
“Hey Katsuki, sounds to me like you’re being really protective about whatever you were thinking about! Or is it a who?! Does the katsuki bakugou have a crush?!?” Mina exclaimed with her usual loud mouth, wiggling her eyebrows.
A faint blush entered Katsuki’s cheeks, but thankfully nobody noticed since their gazes had all moved towards their homeroom teacher.
“Everyone calm down or I’m going to expel you all.”
Everyone immediately shut up and looked towards the teacher.
“Good… all of this is making me tired. Iida, please hand out these worksheets.” Aizawa yawned, while zipping himself up in his usual bright yellow sleeping bag, what looked like it had been through a war and a hug from All For One. He took out some worksheets and placed them on his desk. “And continue the class on my behalf,” Aizawa propped down into a corner of the classroom and let himself take the nap he'd been waiting for a while…
“Of course, Mr. Aizawa-sensei!” Iida exclaimed with a loud yell laced by enthusiasm. He quickly activated the boosters on his calves and stormed to the front of the classroom.
Iida began handing out the worksheets with record time and within a few seconds, everyone had picked up their pencils and had started filling them out.
All except Katsuki. He was situated behind his desk, angrily tapping the tip of his pen against his chin, still thinking about how the others could have almost come to the idea that he had a crush.
He definitely didn`t have a stupid crush. Especially on Izuku…
Katsuki tried focusing on the quiet chit-chat of his classmates, who had started doing the worksheets together or some shit.
But he still couldn’t get a certain someone’s curls out of his head.
God, he needed to get some fresh air.