Bakugou left his room, hearing the question, but ignore it Incase anyone was still in the hallway.

'I don't care.'
'If you want it, Keep it, I never wear it, if you don't, leave it on my bed.'
Delivered

Katsuki texted Izuku before walking down the hallway, seeing a grinning Kirishima waiting for him.

"Say nothing, shitty hair."

"You know, my hair still isn't that different from yours."

He threw him a glare, "Why did you wait for me, don't be late for something dumb like that."

Kirishima grinned, "It's fine, bro, we won't be late."

"But I'm willing to bet you would've waited out there until I came out even if it made you late." He put his phone in the outer pocket of his bag, "Wouldn't you?"

Kirishima laughed, "Guess you're not wrong." He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, still grinning, "So Why were you up so late this morning? Come to think of it, so we're Todoroki, and Midoriya."

"I wasn't up late, I lost my phone, so I took longer than usual, I don't know about those two." Bakugou grabbed an apple from the kitchen and a protein shake from the fridge, before gesturing towards the door, "Let's go."

Kirishima nodded, "Right." He opened the door for Bakugou, earning a snort, Bakugou walking through, walking towards the school, Kirishima following, catching up, and walking besides him.

Katsuki got a text from Todoroki,

'Can you tell Aizawa we're sick?'
IcyHot

'No tell round face to tell him.'
Read

'Then she'll ask questions'
IcyHot

'Then tell glasses, more questions will be asked if I do it.'
Read

'Fair enough.'
IcyHot

"Who're you texting?" Kirishima looked at him.

"None of your business, Shitty hair." He put his phone back in his bag.

"Come on, man! I wanna know!" Kirishima walked a bit closer to him.

Bakugou stepped away, recreating the space between their shoulders, "No one important."

"If it wasn't important why are you hiding it?"

"I'm not hiding it I was done texting them."

"Come on I just wanna know who my bro is talking with."

"I was texting IcyHot."

"Woah- why were you talking to Todoroki man? Don't you hate him?"

"He was asking me to tell Aizawa that he and Deku are sick with a virus or something."

"Oh, why did you not wanna tell me?"

"Cause it doesn't matter."

Kirishima shrugged, letting it go, "I guess"

Bakugou grunted, returning to silence, walking next to Kirishima.

"So.."

"What?"

"You called me Eijiro earlier."

"Didn't I tell you to say nothing" Bakugou looked over, glaring.

"Nobody is here though!" He almost yelled.

He gave him a warning look.

"I just never thought you would ever call me that."

"Yeah well you wouldn't shut up." He grumbled.

"Well I was worried since your always up before me."

"Well I was fine."

"Well I know that now." He laughed, "What? Can't I worry about you?"

"Do whatever you want." He huffed, and looked up, "We're here, come on." He walked in the school to their class.

Kirishima and Bakugou walked into class, seeing Iida making a bunch of hand gestures to Aizawa while he was talking, Katsuki made a "tch." sound and walked to his seat.

"Bakugou, Don't you have to tell Aizawa that-"

"Glasses has it handled." He glared so Kirishima would stop talking about it.

He smiled, and nodded, going and sitting at his desk, Bakugou sitting, looking out the window, occasionally looking at Midoriya's empty seat.

-

The day passed slowly for Bakugou, he listened to the lectures and wrote down more notes that usual, which is somehow possible even though he takes as many as Yao-Momo and Iida during class. He avoided fights, and ignored people's comments towards him that would normally piss him off.

At lunch Bakugou sat at the usual table, eating quickly.

"Woah, Bakugou slow down you'll choke." Sero looked at Bakugou.

"Yeah man, is something wrong you're acting weird." Kirishima looked at him concerned.

"It's not even that you're calmer.." Kaminari added.

"It's almost like you're nervous..." Sero spoke and the Bakusquad was completely quiet, staring at Bakugou, as he finished his meal.

Bakugou gave a glare that wasn't as strong as normal, before taking his tray, standing up and leaving to put it in the dish washing area.

Kirishima stared at him, as the rest of the group talked.

"What do you think is wrong with him?"

"I don't know"

"It's really weird, right?"

"He hasn't said one thing all day to us."

"He was almost late too."

"Kiri do you know what happened?"

"Kirishima?"

"Kiri!"

Kirishima looked up at them, "Huh- oh, no I don't, he seemed fine this morning when I was talking to him.. I mean a little odd but still Bakugou." He looked at the ash blonde.

Bakugou walked back and sat down, leaning on his hand, tapping his fingers.

"Bakugou?"

Bakugou looked at Kirishima, "What?"

"Did something happen, you didn't answer."

"No."

"Nothing? You seem off though." Kirishima pressed.

"Nothing, shitty hair."

"Bakugou, you can tell us what happened we won't-"

"BACK OFF, SHITTY HAIR!" Bakugou stood suddenly, his hands on the table, drawing attention to their group.

The cafeteria fell silent, class 1A especially, Bakugou had gotten angry before, sure, that's nothing new, but his angry was physical along with verbal, the tone was different. This angry was of something who had something to hide rather than someone who had something to prove, and if you put this next to another situation where he was mad, anyone in the class would tell you, this situation. Was worse.

Kirishima stood, "Bakugou-"

"Stop." He turned to walk away.

Kirishima grabbed his wrist, "Bakugou. What happened."

"Stop.." his voice was less firm.

"Tell me. Please."

"Eijiro Please. Let me go." Katsuki's voice had lowered to a whisper, none the less, the entire Bakusquad had heard it.

They all shared a concerned look, maybe even scared. What could possibly have such an impact on Bakugou.

Kirishima stared at him, looked him up and down, then let go of his wrist, "Alright.."

Bakugou looked at him, then around the cafeteria, and left, quickly and quietly.