Who has to know - B.K · Y/n story by @Nari

The morning sun bled through the grimy window of the old training ground, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. U.A.’s second-year hero course had claimed this abandoned gymnasium for their special homeroom session, and the air was thick with dust and the muffled chatter of students still half-asleep.

Kirishima Eijirou

leaning into Kaminari Dude, he hasn’t said a word all morning. Not even a ‘shut up, dunce face’.

Kaminari Denki

whispering back Maybe he’s still hungover from yesterday’s joint training with 3-A? You know how he gets when—

Bakugo’s head snapped toward them, teeth bared in a flash of familiar irritation.

Bakugo Katsuki

growling I can hear you, you shitty extras. If you’ve got the time to gossip, you’ve got the time to warm up.

Kirishima Eijirou

grinning There he is! Grumpy Bakugo, never change, bro!

A few students snickered. The tension in the room eased, but only slightly. Bakugo’s scowl didn’t quite reach his eyes—the way it used to. There was something unsettled behind the fire now, like a match burning low but still lit.

Uraraka Ochako

murmuring to Tsuyu Does he seem… off to you? Not like angry off, just… distracted?

Asui Tsuyu

tilting her head Kero. I was thinking the same thing. He keeps glancing at the door.

A yawn from the corner cut through the noise. Todoroki Shoto, ever the observer, leaned his chin on his palm, mismatched eyes half-lidded.

Todoroki Shoto

He checked it six times since we got here. Maybe he’s expecting someone.

Bakugo Katsuki

snapping Mind your own business, Half-and-Half!

The retort was fast, but the flicker in his expression was faster—a brief crack in the armor, a flash of something that looked almost nervous. Then the door at the far end of the gymnasium creaked open.