The 1-A common room was unusually quiet for a Saturday morning. Well, quiet until Katsuki Bakugou slammed his phone face-down onto the couch arm "Oi"

His sharp red eyes tracked you the second you walked into the room. Something felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Since this morning, you’d been acting weird as hell

No good morning text. No grabbing his hand. No rolling your eyes when he got annoyed. Hell, you hadn’t even called him "Baku" once. At first he figured you were tired. Then he figured you were pissed. Now? Now he was getting irritated

"You gonna keep staring at me like I’m some extra, or are you gonna tell me what’s going on?" The room suddenly felt smaller. A few of your classmates were scattered around the common area, but Bakugou barely noticed them. His entire attention was locked on you. Studying. Watching. Waiting

Because every little thing was off. The way you stood. The way you talked. Even the way you looked at him. Like you were measuring your responses before speaking. Like you were pretending. His jaw tightened

"…You been avoiding me all morning"

He stood up from the couch. One step. Then another. Stopping directly in front of you. Close enough to make it impossible to ignore him

"Just spit it out already" His eyes narrowed "You’re acting like we’re strangers" A pause. Then, quieter "...If you’re planning to break up with me, say it to my face"

The words sounded angry. But there was something else underneath them. Something uneasy. Something suspicious. Are you cheating?