Hand fumbling against his lower lip, Bakugou kept his gaze low between his legs where his phone sat. Occasionally, he looked up to the lecture ahead, but within moments his eyes settled back towards his device below his desk.
How to|
How to hide a dead body.|
He pressed enter. The search engine only displayed unreliable results in return. Bakugou scrolled down to find useful information, and in doing so, he found a certain website.
Interest piqued, he scrolled through the Q&A, coming across a certain answer within the comments to the implied inquiry at hand.
Beyblade_32:
"Why would anyone even try to hide a dead body anyway?? You must be crazy."
Twitching his eyebrow, he lost his patience, but despite the agitation he felt, he scrolled down to view the other answers, much to his dismay.
Yoongisjams:
"Just hide the corpse in your closet. Boom."
Eyes blank, Bakugou's lip tugged down into a frown, shortly after would he click his tongue before knocking his fist against the desk. Unintentionally, those who were near him peered over, including you.
Noticing these skeptic glances, Midnight looked over as well, directing her attention. Bakugou hadn't realized this since his eyes still settled into his phone, and with the hand on the surface of his desk, he used it to stressfully rub his neck.
'No one's taking anything seriously these days...' He thought, diminishing his acts on the matter. Now, he wondered if waiting things out would be prudent, considering that no one's discovered Kirishima's body yet.
"Are you doing okay over there, Bakugou?" Asked Midnight, making the other jolt up so violently that even Midoriya flinched. "I'm fine." He replied, shutting off his phone only to lay it against his lap.
You pursed your lips, finding that not only has he been acting strange, but that it was also repetitive. In constant wonder, the urge to ask what vaguely apparent.. even after classes came to an end; for you stood at his desk with curious eyes.
"What do you want?" The male with ash blonde hair inquired, with a hint of natural irritation. Finally, you pressed your hands against his desk, causing him to move his head back in the process. "Are you okay? You're not acting like yourself!"
Huh?
You noticed that?
Scratching his cheek, he was relieved to know that you cared. Perhaps.. there was still hope regarding your close relationship with him. "...I was just thinking about stuff." Bakugou strictly replied.
It's not like he'd blatantly admit to murdering Kirishima.. there was more sanity residing in him than he thought. You sent him unconvinced glares but continued to pry no further, directing those [E/C] eyes to the one behind him.
"Izuku, have you talked to Uraraka? Yesterday she said she'd talk to Ashido." Hands folding behind your back, you noticed Midoriya was staring somewhere else for quite some time. Following his gaze, it led you to both Uraraka and Ashido, who had a casual chat.
"Huh? They look like nothing ever happened..." You murmured. Midoriya threatened to say otherwise, however, burrowing his brows followed by the clench of his fists atop his desk. "No, I know those two... they're acting.."
Turning his head to stare at the surface before him, he kept his eyes narrowed, continuing without notice. "I'm not sure if Ashido told Uraraka yet... but that's not what I want to know." Unbeknownst to them, Bakugou watched the determined male from the corner of his eye, prepared to indulge in the matter. "What I want to know is... just what did Kacchan do to her.."
The both of you now stared at him, while he sat there quietly. He then stood up from his seat, making you tense up, but not Midoriya. It was as if roles were reversed.
Bakugou parted his lips, but before he could utter a word, the intercom speakers buzzed loudly, until Present Mic's voice was heard.
"Yo Yo, Teenagers! Can we get a Katsuki Bakugou in the teacher's lounge?" He shouted, causing an high-pitched screech to amend. Groaning in agony, everyone covered their ears, except for Bakugou who proceeded to make way out of the classroom quietly.
Finally, as the shrewd noises calmed down, Hagakure grunted out of frustration. "That really hurt!" She wailed, followed by Jiro's inquire. "I wonder what they want with Bakugou.."
"[Y/N]," Midoriya called out to you, standing up from his seat. Refocusing your attention, you met with his small smile, relieved to know that you didn't go deaf. "Let's walk to the dorm together. And since Kirishima isn't here, we'll check on him too."
When it came to Midoriya, it was extremely hard to refuse his offers. Moving aside just a bit, a slow nod left you as he scooted in his chair. Though, in the midst of this, Midoriya eyed your blank expression, even stepping in your path for reasons unknown.
Questioning him silently, you found your body paralyzed, especially once he grew so close. Pressing a hand to your forehead, he was concerned over you so greatly that he didn't find any embarrassment in his actions. "You're not sick... so why do you look so stressed?"
Unsure about how to feel, an brief sound of laughter left you, putting his worry to rest. "Don't worry!! There's so much stuff going on right now, so it's especially stressful for me."
Your response caused Midoriya to bring his hand away, and for his eyes to shift. "Oh... So.. what you're saying is.." His trademark smile had suddenly vanished, replacing it would have been a firm grim line.
Startled by the recent change in him, you began to wonder if you said anything misleading. But to your knowledge, he didn't utter anything else, and only left the room in hopes for you to follow. "Never mind, let's go."
Meanwhile; Teacher's Lounge.
>[5:49 PM]<
"Bakugou, we've been getting complaints about your behaviors out of school. Do you have an idea to what you're doing wrong?" Asked Mr. Aizawa, arms folded and looking across to the male student while he sat in his swivel chair leisurely.
"No. Those losers are the ones always coming after me! Don't listen to them." Something like that coming from a egocentric person like him was admittedly.. not very plausible.
"I beg to differ. Ashido told me that you've been threatening her." Aizawa then sighed. "If you don't shape up right now Bakugou, I'll be forced to replace your seat in class 1-A. You'll be transferred to a different hero course, probably to 1-B."
Of course this regrettable truth was something he needed to know, Aizawa waited to see how he would react. After a few second's passing, he was surprised to see that he maintained his composure even after his provocations.
His fists were balled and he was vibrating with fury, fuming about the thought of becoming separated from you once again. It was unbearable, tormenting, and practically made him go insane.
But now that you were here, he could finally let you know how he felt.
Releasing his previously curled hands, he looked the other way, eased the more he thought of you. "Fine.." Slightly impressed, Aizawa stood up, not willing to consult any more personal matters. "Glad that you understand. You're dismissed."
Leaving the teacher's lounge, he'd return to the classroom, finding a few students lingering within it, and unfortunately... you weren't one of them. Eyes landing on Kaminari, he watched as he returned Ojiro's phone, an unreserved grin on his face. "There you go, fully charged!"
Giving his thanks, their classmate left, leaving he and others. "Hey dunce face. Where'd [Y/N] go?"
Kaminari's face cracked down the minute he spoke of that cruel nickname. It even made him hesitant to reply. "She and Midoriya left to the dorms. I think I overheard them talking about seeing Kirishima too."
Seeing Kirishima?
This has to be a joke, right?
His eyes widened while a revelation overtook him. Dropping his bag, Bakugou dug into his pocket before reaching for his phone. Pulling up his contacts, even more dread fell on his shoulders the minute he realized he didn't have neither Midoriya's, or your number. "...Just my fucking luck."
Pivoting his ankle to turn, he hastily sprinted out of the room, even leaving his bag. Kaminari shot him an confused look, immediately struck with adrenaline. "Hey, where are you going?! You're leaving your stuff!" The male tried to follow, but by the time he skidded past the doorframe with his belongings in hand, Bakugou was already long gone. "What's gotten into him?.."
Breathing heavily as soon as he reached the gates to UA, he'd frantically peer down the sidewalks, eyes in a panic. 'Damn it! Damn it!! I swear Kirishima is always trying to ruin me, even in hell!'
He reached up to hold his head, gritting his teeth angrily just like before. 'I can't let [Y/N] find out, otherwise I can't confess my feelings on her birthday..' This invigorated him to continue his sprint. From the school to the dormitories.. it was a ten minute walk, so hopefully he could get there in only five, perhaps earlier if he used his quirk.
Meanwhile; UA Dorms.
>[5:58 PM]<
"Hey, what do you two want for dinner?" Asked Uraraka, eyelashes batting twice curiously. Midoriya looked to you, adjusting his bag straps. "Maybe Curry? What about you, [Y/N]?"
Untying your shoelaces, you suddenly looked up, seeming strangely slow-paced. "O-Oh! Uh.. Curry sounds nice!" Brought to your feet, you'd enter the living room, about to relax against the couch until Midoriya spoke. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back."
You sat against the couch and even came to notice someone sat beside you. He was quietly reading, leaning his elbow against the armrest. Admiring how intellectual and calm he seemed, you didn't want to break his moments of leisure.
But, he'd look at you for only a split second, flipping a page. "Is there something wrong?"
Jolting up before frantically waving your hands around, you'd shake your head. "No! Sorry! Continue reading!!" Your modesty was the reason to why he closed his book. "You know Midoriya, right? If you're a friend of his then you're a friend of mine, I'm Todoroki."
Lips parting with an ever so warm smile, someone else came through the door panting heavily. All attention averted towards him. Bakugou stormed past, making everyone assume that he was headed to his room, when really...
He was headed to Kirishima's.
"[Y/N], let's go." Midoriya called out, urging you to stand. "Okay. Talk to ya later, Todoroki!"
"Goodbye."
It was a silent walk to the other wing of the bedrooms, but eventually you reached his bedroom. Midoriya figured he should check in before you did, mainly because of genders. Slowly, his knuckles rose up to the door, and after a long second he knocked twice, only for silence to amend. "Kirishima...? Are you there?"
He knocked again.
"We haven't seen you since yesterday. You should come out and talk to us." Despite his attempt to get a reply from the other side, Midoriya proved his impatience by a soft sigh, then dragged his hand down to meet with the doorknob.
"Hey, what are you doing?! You can't just barge in there..!" You intervened, bound to halt him. Your friend however, thought otherwise. After all, your mindset was built differently than his. "What if... something's happened to him? We have to find out!" Although you wanted to stop him, part of you felt the same.
With the unpleasant sound of the door opening, Bakugou could feel his heart drop, and for his bones to lock into place. He kept his elbows pushed against Kirishima's abdomen in order to keep him propped up against the wall of the wardrobe closet, sorely distressed by the cramped place he stood in. Suddenly closing his mouth as more sweat dripped from his skin, he heard your voice. "Anyone here?..."
His fingertips twitched. Bakugou has never felt something so pressuring before. If they even thought about coming to the closet, he was convinced that he had to act irrationally just for the sake of his secret. Pinning down his breathing, however, he looked the other way. 'Just stay calm... Everything up to this point was worth it..'
Midoriya's eyebrows furrowed, examining his bed with a touch. "Is it just me or.. Are his blankets and sheets gone...? Did he sleep somewhere else?" Well it was certainly possible. But why would he? You searched around, moving his punching bag just a bit. "Oh! What about his closet? Would he be in there?"
The risks were too high for comfort. Your accompanied friend followed as you approached the doors ever so slightly. With your hands on the handles, Bakugou felt something loom over him. An sudden loss, like this was the end.
His eyes were controlled by both rage and sadness, resulting in a more malicious dark void within them. He closed his eyes, allowing for intuitive thoughts of murder to cross his mind.
Crack.
[Chapter END]