Catch Me I'm Falling (Todoroki x Reader x Bakugo)

Chapter 52: Love Journal

You closed the door as quietly as you could once you got into Aizawa's house.

You decided to take the train home instead of riding with Aizawa because of the embarrassing situation in class today. Your efforts to try and avoid him didn't matter though since he was sitting on the couch in the living room, back facing you.

"y/n." He didn't move an inch from his spot, his stern voice making your shoulders hunch up and ears flatten as you locked the door.

"Uh...hello, Aizawa-sensei..."

"We need to talk about..." He cleared his throat before continuing, his body still glued to his position. "your reason for being late to class today..."

Great, just what I've been dreading... You thought, frowning and placing your backpack down on the ground by the door.

"I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again-" You chewed the inside of your cheek, feet having shuffled towards the stairs.

You were already on top of a step, in order to run away from the awkward conversation creeping up.

Aizawa released a heavy sigh, having heard the creaking of the floor and you making it half-way up the stairs.

"...Just make sure to tell Bakugo to use a condom."

Your whole face turned scarlet, smacking a hand over your mouth to contain a gasp.

"AIZAWA-SENSEI, IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!"

"And I'm assuming Todoroki already knows to use one?" His voice transformed to one of nonchalance.

He finally turned his head and body half-way, seeing you flustered with reddened cheeks and nearly stumbling as you dashed up the rest of the stairs. Aizawa turned back in his seat, small smirk altering his usual tired looking expression. He was satisfied with the fact that embarrassment was more than a worthy enough punishment for you, and was certain that you wouldn't be late to class anymore.

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**Next day**

Aizawa dragged himself into the classroom, walking to his desk first and snatching a pile of papers before going up to the podium and adjusting his posture.

He tapped the papers on the wooden surface to straighten out the pile.

"I will be handing back midterms from the other day. Your grade on it should be a good determining factor as to whether you are prepared for the final exams that will be in a week...you all are studying properly, right?" You swear his eyes rolled over to you in a criticizing manner for a split second.

You gulped, knowing fully well that you bombed that midterm. You slunk as low as you possibly could in your chair without sliding off after eyeing the big fat C- and 69% (A/N: I COULDN'T HELP IT, OK??) written on your paper in red ink.

"...What'd you get on your midterm, y/n...?"

You groaned, slowly slinking back up in your seat at the sound of the curious desk mate next to you, who had observed your defeated demeanor. You held up your paper, shame-faced, to the half white and half red color haired boy.

"I didn't do so hot...sixteenth in our class out of twenty-one..."

Todoroki's brows bumped together in a frown, eyes anchoring on your grade before you sighed and tore the paper away from his view.

Your eyes wavered, shifting sideways from the sight of his lip tightening and disappointment flickering through his mismatched eyes.

The look in his eyes reverted to a much less scrutinizing one once he realized how judgmental he was being. He opened his mouth to say something but was rudely interrupted by Class 1-A's most infamous hot-head.