Recovery girl had seemed to do a good job since she could move her arm as if it wasn't broken a minute ago. The tip of the bandages crawling out from the top of her jacket sleeve was barely noticeable, which worked well on Kita's behalf.
Most teachers in UA knew of Kita's situation, Aizawa being the only one who knew the whole story of her childhood.
From what her father did to how half her family died and how police reacted. He knew everything and she trusted him, which was rare for the girl.
School had ended and she was currently walking back to the classroom for the detention she earned in the morning. Most of the students were heading home so the halls were empty except for the roaming teachers.
Kita walked in silence, surprised that Dream was not speaking at all.
Dream? She called out without turning around, expecting an answer from her friend.
When she didn't get an answer she turned around lazily looking for Dream who wasn't there.
She sighed, turning around again.
Sometimes Dream would leave at random times and then would appear after a few hours. Kita would always ask where she would go but the answer was always the same; 'it's nothing you need to concern yourself with'. This always frustrated Kita but no matter how much she pushed it, she would never get an answer.
Her feet slightly dragged against the floor with her hands stuffed in her pockets as she walked up to her classroom, hoping it would be empty.
She opened the door only to be disappointed.
The ash blond had taken the seat in the middle of the class and made home by messily placing his belongings on the desk before him. He had both legs crossed on the desk, adding to the mess, and his head tilted back, his Adams apple straining against the skin on his neck.
Kita wasn't gonna lie, that was hot, but of course she would never admit it out loud.
His head shot up when he heard the girl walk in and take the seat furthest from him. Her back was facing him, hiding her face beneath her white hair. He tilted his head slightly, observing the mysterious girl.
To him, she seemed like the basic, spoiled brat that got everything handed to her from a young age. Even though the scar on her face probably proved his thought wrong, she probably just fell from a tree right?
His eyes trailed from her jacket to her hair that seemed to be shining.
That shit looked healthy as fuck.
And it was long too.
His gaze followed further to her legs when a small anklet caught his attention, definitely more than a thousand dollars. It was a gold, unique chain with a plate which had initials indented into the stone.
U. K. Y.
A place? A name? Who knows. He soon forgot about the anklet when he saw a small scar on her calf. It seemed old but there were a few big and small ones, some overlapping each other and some dispersed away from each other. Damn just how tall was that tree?
Her tan skin was in contrast to her deep black hair, with a strip of snow, white hair but it suited her perfectly.
He clicked his tongue when he found out what he was unconsciously doing, he was checking her out.
"Why do you fucking do that?" She randomly spoke, not turning around to face the boy.
"The fuck you mean?" Bakugou responded with an annoyed look displayed on his face, he already hated this girl.
"You keep clicking your tongue, is it a bad habit of yours or something? If it is, you should stop, its fucking annoying." She scoffed as she played with her jacket zipper.
"Is being irritating a habit of yours? Cause if it is, you should stop, its fucking annoying." He snapped back, impersonating her and mimicking her words.
"Whatever, Aizawa better be here soon, I can't stand being around you."
"Don't think that the same doesn't go for you bitch."
"Dickhead."
"Fatass."
"Asshole."
"Whore-"
"Ah good to see that you're both here." Aizawa spoke from the doorway, ending their little argument. "Didn't wanna chase one of you down. Now for your punishment, you two will be organizing some of U.A's files and adding any additional information to them." He said as he dropped two heavy folders of each of their desks. "It should take you guys about an hour and then just leave them on the desk. Next time, don't interrupt my class. I will be in class beside this one so I expect you guys to behave or you will be getting twice the work okay?" Aizawa asked, placing the files on their desks, stepping out of the class, not giving them enough time to answer.
Bakugou clicked his tongue again as Kita rolled her eyes wishing that Dream would be back soon so she didn't have to be alone with this asshole. Bakugou just hoped that she would drop dead before she even finished the files.
They had simultaneously opened the binder's and began working in silence, the only sound being heard was their pens scratching against the thin, white papers.
Minutes and minutes had passed in quietness when Bakugou suddenly shut the binder loudly and stood up, indicating that he was finished. Kita on the verge of completing was pissed that he had finished before her.
She scribbled her last words as she too, also shut the binder and stood up right after him. Turning her head back, she saw obvious smirk plastered on Bakugou's face
His smirk widened.
"So I am better than you and me finishing the files before you just proved it." He said loudly in victory. She scoffed.
"Not really, I mean, I did beat your pathetic ass in the softball throw because I am just too good. So this... doesn't mean anything." Kita spoke, returning back his cocky energy. His smirked turned upside down and his triumph expression was painted over with a galled one before he began speaking again.
"Well, you're the one that hurt your arm while throwing the softball, so I guess you're just 'too good' that you broke your arm huh?" Bakugou remarked, knowing that he put her in a corner.
"I didn't asshole, my arms fine." She argued, placing her arm under the other one softly and quickly turned her head to avoid his gaze.
"Are you sure Kita?" He questioned as his grin slowly returned.
"Huh? Have you hit your head or something? My arm couldn't be fucking bette-" Kita doesn't know how or when Bakugou crept behind her but he mysteriously did. Usually, she would be able to sense someone appearing from behind her, but this time she didn't and she had no idea why.
He grabbed her wrist forcefully lifting the tip of her jacket quickly to observe the bandages on her arm.
"I knew it, you did hurt your arm. Is your quirk like that damn Deku's one? Fucking bitch." His grip tightened around her arm caused her to wince. She had attempted to burn him by heating her blood, but her body simply wouldn't allow her.
What the fuck?
"Why do you keep calling him Deku? Is he just that much better than you that you have to give him a rude nickname just so you feel superior and better than him?" Kita snapped while repeatedly trying to block out the pain pulsating though her bandaged arm.
"Shut up, scar-faced bitch! I am better than him! He could never beat me, he's just a little pussy that doesn't know when to stop crying. I figure since you're also a little bitch, you and him would be the best of friends." His hand tensed even more, turning her hand purple as a result of cutting her blood circulation.
The nickname he used enraged her even more.
"Aww did I touch a nerve, barbie? Wow guess you really are weak if something so small could infuriate you this badly. You know what? You're so fucking weak I bet that even Deku could beat your pitiful ass. You know, all that talk about you beating everyone in this class is absolute. Fucking. Bullshit." Bakugou's eye twitched and he cocked his head to the side.
He was mad. So fucking mad that fingers were twitching. His emotions caused his blood pressure to increase which overwhelmed Kita's senses, almost sending her over the edge.
A remark infiltrated his mind, even though that it would be stepping over the line, but he wanted to hurt her, so he complied and let his mouth move on its own.
"Where'd you get that scar? Is it because you were being a miserable little bitch and someone had to teach you a lesson? Or was it maybe that you were so fucking weak and you couldn't protect yourself from a small problem? So you're not just pathetic. You're pathetic AND weak- " The rest of his words got caught in his throat as she was quick to slap him square in the face.
Her hand met his cheek, leaving a red mark as he let go of her bandaged wrist and tumbled backwards into the desk behind him causing them to fall. One desk after the other fell causing the files they just organised to fall onto the ground in a messy mess. The sound of the desk hitting the ground reverberated throughout the whole classroom making Kita shudder.
Bakugou's eyes were covered by his hair as he lay on the ground not saying anything. He was exhaustively aware that he had provoked the girl prodigiously, but he wanted to blemish her like she did him.
"You don't fucking know anything and you will never know anything! You're the pathetic one if you had to bring up my scar huh. Its only been one fucking day and your already on my case. If you were to spend one day in my life, you would kill yourself before you even get the chance to blink. You have no idea what it's like to-"
"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE!?" A booming voice called from the doorway, cutting off their conversation for the second time. Aizawa's body appeared from behind the wall, stepping into the tension-filled classroom. Both students turned their heads to their enraged teacher that now stood in front of the classroom.
He was angry you could see it radiate off his covered body. He was disappointed in both of the two teenagers, in Kita more so.
His gaze flicked to the male on the ground before his eyebrows furrowed, he soon glared at the girl who was avoiding his stare. Aizawa's frown deepened.
"I left you two here for 50 minutes, HOPING that you'd behave but I guess not. I'm giving you two detention again and if you muck around and cause trouble, there will be serious punishment, so serious that you'll even forget how to count. Do you understand?!" The fuming teacher asked the two teenagers who were both looking at the ground avoiding his direful glare. But both Kita and Bakugou had brobdingnagian egos so their mouths remained shut shamefully. They could practically feel Aizawa's choler abiding in the air.
Aizawa's expression darkened and eyes turned red as he repeated the question. "I said, do you understand?!" His loud, booming voice forced the two students to give their apologies.
"Yes Sir." They answered contemporaneously with a slight angered aspect in their voices, not wanting to aggravate their teacher anymore. "That's what I thought. Bakugou, you're dismissed."
"Wait, what about her? why does she-"
"Bakugou. You. Are. Dismissed." He repeated more firmly, shutting Bakugou down. The blonde grumbled lines of curses before he got up from the ground where he had fallen. As Bakugou got up, he stared at Kita in an attempt of asserting prodomance but failed when he saw Kita staring back at him with the same intent.
She looked away when she felt Aizawa glaring daggers into her. Bakugou continued to aggressively collect his belongings and shove them into his bag. He swung it over his shoulder as he walked out of the class without looking back. Kita felt him leave as she indicated to Aizawa that he was gone, hoping that he wouldn't be so angry. And she was right. His expression softened the slightest as he gazed at her.
"Kita, what happened that caused him to fall to the ground? You didn't hit him, did you?"
"I did." She answered painfully with no shame, almost as if she was proud. Aizawa's eyes widened at her direct answer, not expecting her to answer so quickly and boldly.
"KITA YOU CAN'T HIT YOUR CLASSMATES!" He yelled, his angry demeanour resurfacing.
"So what? He deserves it." She spat, venom laced in her voice.
"What did he do that was oh so bad that you had to hit him-"
"He mentioned my shitty scar."
Aizawa let his mouth drop aghast when he heard the mumbled words. His face softened at the solemn expression that Kita created. Her slim hands clenched into fists when she felt his shoulders drop in sadness.
"I don't fucking want your pity okay? I just wanted to go one day without anyone treating me like- like I'm... fucking different!" She raised her voice at her teacher as she stared into the floor.
"Kita... you're not different, you're-"
"Stop. Just stop okay? I'm so sick of being treated like glass. I'm fine! It's just that asshole chose to argue with me on the first day and I got angry because he's a dick. I'm fine. Really. I just want to go home." She sighed in exasperation as she unclenched her tightened fists.
Aizawa suspired heavily as he closed his eyes to help him 'think better'.
"Well I still have to give you two a punishment. You know that right?"
"Yes I know, just give us anything, I couldn't care less." She quickly said as she began to walk to the door, like Bakugou, not looking back leaving the teacher to process his thoughts.