ochako ignored his yell. she was immune to his shouts and angry taunts, the effect of his brash behavior loosing its threatening effect so long ago. she practically dragged her classmate to class, hand in hand. she gritted her teeth, mentally preparing herself for the reaction of her class. from how they act around ochako’s romantic life, she knew they would take this lightly. with the tight, but small squeeze, ochako entered the door.
all of their classmates’ eyes were on them. she closed her eyes, waiting for their classmates to point out the obvious. better to get it done and over with. it did not take long. ashido quickly pointed out the holding of hands, and gasps could be heard through the room. her earlier shyness of helping hands appeared like a flash again. bakugou immediately withdrew his hands from hers, whether out of embarrassment or anger, she could not decide. ochako just let out a sigh, and headed towards her seat. she ignored the accusations of ashido, and the side comments of whispers from her classmates.
soon enough, the effects of the quirk came to place. she blinked; her whole world shifted from her vision to bakugou’s. instead of being her own seat next to satou and iida, she was a floating uniform, which was hagakure. she swiveled around, glaring at the back of the class where bakugou was inhabiting her body. a groan of irritation nearly came out of her mouth, but she forced it back down. instead, the student focused her attention to the waiting teacher.
“maybe you should explain what happened, bakugou.”
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