escape ⇄ katsuki bakugou〔√〕

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❝ESCAPE❞

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Katsuki Bakugou can breathe at last. Takeyama pushes the door open for him to walk out first, then his parents and she follows suit. People in the public gallery start to stand up and are going to empty the court room and some remain in their seats, awaiting the arrival of a certain brocolli head.

Katsuki allows himself to finally relax and dig his hands deep in the pockets of his pants. He makes his signature walk out of the court room. As soon as he walks out, his bloody oculars find the greenette's form standing next to UA's students councelor, Toshinori Yagi.

He shoots the greenette a hard glare that makes him sweat nervously, but he doesn't do more than that. He soon looks away, following his parents and Takeyama into yet another room. He rolls his eyes off Izuku and turns to follow his parents, giving him his back as he does so. 

Toshinori goes in first as attendance in the public gallery. He makes his best as to not get noticed by his students, though noticing his large built isn't something hard to do.

He eventually finds at seat at the very back. He excuses himself for taking in quite the space and makes himself comfortable on the wooden seat.

A moment later, the Midoriyas walk in, guided by Kaoruko who strotts her way through the room and goes to sit by the table Takeyama occupied a moment ago. Inko gives her son a quick peck before making her way to the gallery. Izuku makes his way to his seat, appearing obviously stiff.

When he sits down, his eyes find his friends, looking them all over and finding them smiling at him assuringly. Izuku nods and momentarily locks eyes with his lover, Uraraka. She has her hands onto her chest and is flashing him a sweet smile as to calm down his nerves. He returns the smild effortlessly.

The Judge lifts up the wooden hammer to then bang it on the wooden platform it rested upon. ‟The hearing is starting as of now. Mister Kamihara, please come up.”

‟Yes, your Honor.” The cream haired lawyer stands up from his seat and speedwalks his way to Izuku, his hands behind his back.

He can feel Izuku watch his smallest movements, nervosity taking over his entire being. He fiddles with his fingers under the microphone.

‟Mister Midoriya, let us begin with the very beginning.” He stands silent in front of him, his eyes looking deep in his. ‟You and Miss [Last Name] met on the first day of school, on April first, correct?”

‟Yes.” Izuku nods.

‟What were the first words you exchanged?”

Izuku hums in thought.