A couple days after the incident, you walked into the rowdy 1-A classroom as they excitedly talked about being on TV and such.
You took a seat in your assigned spot, and as soon as your rear touched the chair, Iida came running through the doors to tell everyone to sit down because class was going to start.
"Are you feeling okay?" Midoriya had turned to ask you.
"Yeah!" You gave a big smile. "I blacked out after helping the teachers and woke up in my bed at home. But are you okay, Izuku? I heard from All Might that you received some serious injuries also."
"Yeah, I'm totally fine!" He was proud that his legs were no longer jelly.
"I see. That's good then." All you knew was how severe his injuries were. All Might didn't tell you about the specifics.
Suddenly, Bakugou turned around to face you instead of the front of the classroom. This made Midoriya jump in his chair.
"What is it?" You rested your elbows on the desk and propped your head up. "Are you feeling okay, Katsuki?" You asked.
The ash blonde was about to say something, but the classroom door slid open, interrupting him. A mummy-like figure was walking in.
It was Eraser Head. The whole class was in awe at his appearance but you chuckled because it looked like he just had plastic surgery done.
"The fight isn't over yet." The scrubby-looking teacher declared while taking his usual place at the podium.
"Fight?" You heard Bakugou utter, and you had to admit that you were curious too.
"The U.A. Sports Festival is approaching." Eraser Head stated with as much suspense as he could.
You sighed in relief.
"That's a super normal school event!" The class yelled in unison.
He then continued to describe the importance of the U.A. Sports Festival by comparing it to some ancient event called the Olympics.
Yaoyorozu began to explain how it was important because pro heroes from around the country would be watching and trying to scout the students.
Eraser Head instructed for everyone to prepare accordingly for the sports festival because it proved to be extremely important for aspiring heroes, namely, all of class 1-A.
Then he dismissed homeroom.
You stared at Bakugou's back and noticed that he seemed to be deep in thought about something.
'I'll ask him about it later.' You nodded to yourself and began to prepare for the next class.
~*~*~
As lunch time came around, you were putting your materials away when Bakugou turned around in his seat again.
"Do you need something?" You asked him.
"No." The boy simply blinked.
"Okay well if you're not going to ask any questions, then I am." You smiled. It was so weird to see him so tame and not yelling or trying to fight someone across the room.
Bakugou only nodded.
You put on your game face and then proceeded to ask your questions. "Did you bring me to my house after USJ? Did you see my room?" It was obvious that you were nervous.
"Yeah." The boy nodded to both questions as if it were nothing.
"Ahhhh!" You screamed in agony while holding your head in your hands. "I was in the middle of doing laundry so my underwear was all over the place."
