Delinquents | bk.

SPECIAL CHAPTER

This chapter is in celebration of the delicious banana bread that I made this afternoon.

(Oh, and all you lovely people)

In conclusion, I present, my masterpiece:

BNHA X CORONAVIRUS: THE OFFICIAL CRACKFIC

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"Well it's a good thing the school has good internet," Ashido admits into her computer screen, while playing with her hair absentmindedly.

"I appreciate you students taking the best of a situation, and cooperating like young adults."

A few students nod into their computer cameras, listening to their teaching that spoke to them through a scheduled Zoom meeting, while everyone was unhappily stationed within their secluded dorm rooms.

"I hope you are staying safe at home during a stressful time. I'm sure you're aware that most of the city has gone into panic, after been forced to self-isolate and remain in their homes."

Some of you nod, but you blankly stare at the camera, boredom consuming your features.

"We don't know how long this will go on for, but I do know that we must do everything within the safety limitations to continue working towards your goals."

"WE AGREE SIR! IT'S IMPORTANT TO REMAIN FOCUSED IN A TIME OF UNKNOWING."

"...Can someone mute Iida?"

"How do you kick someone from the call?"

"Focus. Please." Aizawa groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He had never been good with technology.

It infuriated him.

"Anyways, can anyone answer the question I wrote on the whiteboard behind me?"

A few of the students that had their mics on only hum as they asses the question. It was difficult, and definitely took time figuring out.

"How about you, Rina. Will you try to answer?"

You shake your head.

"Can you unmute yourself? I'd like to hear your take on this."

Begrudgingly, you unmuted yourself.

It was that moment that a painful static squeal came out of everyone's devices, causing them to shriek and cover their ears.

You look across your room where Bakugou was in the corner, only pretending to be stationed in his own dorm.

When in reality, he was hiding in yours.

"Um, the answer is 'California'."

Honestly—and obviously—you weren't paying attention to the class at all. You were too busy telling Bakugou to mute himself to stop the ear-chilling sound that might expose you both.

And maybe get you in more trouble than you'd like.

It was because two students were in such close proximity that the noise erupted over the call.

"No, the answer is 82."

"Close enough," you reply, still looking away.

"Rina, is there someone else in your dorm room? You seem distracted."

"No," you lie.

Bakugou's face could be seen in a small frame on everyone else's laptop, as he pulled the same intimidating face at you, as you were to him.