Something was... off about Katsuki Bakugo. He was your classmate, and you truly admired him for his strength. But there were other students, mostly fangirls, who went crazy over him.
Today was just another ordinary day at school. During class, Katsuki sat at his desk, absentmindedly playing with his hair. He seemed lost in thought, a small, uncharacteristic smirk playing on his lips as he gazed out the window.
"It's a nonchalant spiky-head! KYYAAA~!!" Some girls outside the classroom screeched.
"Bakugo, stop messing with your hair. You're distracting the class." Aizawa-sensei scolded, his voice flat and exhausted from inside his yellow sleeping bag.
"My bad, Teach... hehe. My bad." Katsuki replied nonchalantly, still fiddling with his spiky strands. He even gave a lazy, two-fingered salute without looking away from the window.
He struck a pose without even realizing it, one hand still in his hair while the other rested on his hip. "Can't help it if the look is just this fire today," he mumbled, just loud enough for those nearby to hear.
"AHH~!" The girls continued fangirling uncontrollably.
"Oi, oi, oi! Baka!" Katsuki suddenly stood up from his seat and shouted, causing the fangirls to fall silent. Most of them quickly scurried away, though three or four lingered outside the 1-A classroom.
Instead of his usual explosive rage, he just shook his head with a theatrical sigh. "Tch. They just can't handle this level of swag. It's a curse, really." He smoothed down his uniform jacket before sitting back down.
"What's up with Kacchan today?" you overheard Izuku Midoriya mutter.
"No idea, Izubro," Eijiro Kirishima replied, looking utterly bewildered as he stared at his best friend.
"Do you think... he has the nonchalant dreadhead curse?!" Kaminari panicked, resting his hands against his cheeks.
"Idiot. He doesn't even have dreads!" Jirou argued, rolling her eyes at the electric blond's stupidity.
Was Bakugo hit by a cringe Quirk or something? This was so unlike him. Or maybe that curse Kaminari mentioned is real!