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Katsuki woke slowly, throbbing head telling him loud and clear that he had way too much to drink the night before. The first thing he noticed was that he was definitely not in his own bed. The second, and more alarming, thing he noticed, was that there was someone else in bed with him. He rolled over carefully to examine the warm, naked body pressed against his own. Not bad, he thought to himself. The man he’d apparently taken home from the bar last night had curly green hair and adorable freckles dotting his cheeks. He was cute; definitely not Katsuki’s usual type, but cute.
Nevertheless, Katsuki had places to be, so he carefully untangled his limbs from both the blankets and his bed partner and quickly searched the room for a pen and some scrap paper. He wrote his name and phone number and left it on the pillow next to the green-haired man who was still sleeping soundly. Katsuki quickly pulled on his clothes from the night before and began the walk of shame back to his own apartment.
UA’s small English department was abuzz with rumors about the new professor, from students and faculty alike. They had originally hired someone else, some no-name whose details Katsuki honestly couldn’t be bothered to remember, but the man had contacted the department two months before the start of fall semester to say that he’d been in some sort of horrible accident and would no longer be able to teach. This of course sent the current and former department heads into a frenzy as they searched for a replacement, and apparently, they had found one.
Katsuki had yet to meet this new professor, but he also didn’t really care all that much. The guy’s specialty was children’s lit, and that’s all Katsuki really needed to know. He internally scoffed at the thought as he made his way to the room for his first class of the semester, Pre-1900 Women’s Lit. The class was a smaller one, about 30 students, and as he looked around, he noticed a few familiar faces.
He greeted the class the same way he’d greeted all of his classes since he began teaching at UA five years before: “’Sup, losers, who’s ready to read?” That drew some laughs, both nervous and genuine, from the small crowd. “I trust that you’ve all read the syllabus and are thus prepared for today’s pop quiz?” He smirked at the mixture of self-satisfied grins from those who’ve had him before, relieved sighs from those who came prepared, and wide eyes from the students who had clearly not read the syllabus. “Relax,” he added, “this one’s just extra credit for those who did the work. I’m gonna hand the stack to Tape Face over here,” he passed a small stack of quizzes to the dark-haired student in the front row whom he knew from previous classes, “take one pass it down, you know the drill. You’ve got five minutes from the time the last person gets their quiz. Good luck.”
And with that, he took a large sip of his coffee and began getting the materials ready for the day’s lesson. Today, they would just be going over the books they would read over the semester and his expectations of his students. He had a reputation on campus for being a hard-ass, but he wanted the students to know exactly what they were getting into.
The class went as smoothly as can be expected for the first day of a 200-level course. Katsuki’s second class of the day wasn’t until 2:30 in the afternoon, so he had time to grab some lunch and get some early semester planning in beforehand. As the reluctant advisor for a couple of student organizations, he already had paperwork to file and meetings to schedule, much to his chagrin.
He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor, which housed the English department. As the doors began to close, a pale hand quickly shot between them, causing them to reopen to reveal the face of the bane of Katsuki’s existence, his worst enemy, the actual devil himse—
“Hello, Bakugo,” Shouto Todoroki greeted him in that boring monotone voice of his. Katsuki simply grunted in return. His day was going surprisingly well, and he didn’t trust that half-and-half bastard not to ruin it. “Have you met our new coworker?” Todoroki continued, as though he had received an actual response from Katsuki, who grunted noncommittally again. “Well, you should really go and introduce yourself soon. He’s really kind. He brought brownies for the department today. They’re in the copy room if you want some.”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the ancient elevator came to a stop at the third floor. When Katsuki made to step out however, he crashed into someone who had been waiting to get on. While Katsuki may have had the balance of a cat, and thus remained standing despite the impact, the other person was not so lucky. He landed on his butt with a punched-out oomf and the papers in the folder he’d been holding suddenly covered the floor around them.
“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” he berated, staring down at the mop of green hair below him while Todoroki pushed past him to help clean up the mess. Fuckin’ loser, Katsuki scoffed to himself.
“I’m sorry about my friend,” Todoroki gestured to Katsuki, whose faced reddened with rage at the word ‘friend’, “he’s just… like that. Are you okay?” he asked as he handed the other man the last of the papers.
His voice, shaky as it was, sounded somewhat familiar to Katsuki, when he answered, “Oh, y-yes, I’m fine. It’s my fault really, I shouldn’t have been so close to the doors.” He took the hand Todoroki was offering and was pulled to his feet. He looked up, and only then did Katsuki finally get a chance to see the guy’s face.
It was the guy from the other night. The cute one he’d taken home from the bar who had never called. He could tell from his expression that the guy recognized him, too, and Katsuki had a horrible thought. Was this a student?
He looked like he wanted to say something before he glanced at the clock on the wall and practically threw himself at the elevator’s down button. “Oh shoot, am I really gonna be late on my very first day?” he muttered to no one in particular. The uneasy feeling in Katsuki’s stomach grew. The elevator doors opened again, and the green haired main sighed audibly in relief. He stumbled unsteadily into the elevator and frantically pressed the button for the floor he needed.
As the doors began to close, Katsuki made eye contact with him unintentionally. The vibrant green of those wide eyes was enough to throw Katsuki back in time, his mind flashing back to their night together. He thought he heard Todoroki saying something to him, but Katsuki ignored his droning words in favor of remembering how those big green eyes had brimmed with tears as he begged Katsuki to fuck him harder.
Todoroki’s hand on his arm shook him out of his reverie. “Bakugo, are you okay?” he asked.
Katsuki shrugged off his hand aggressively, face growing even redder. He hadn’t expected to unlock that kind of memory at 11:30 in the morning on a Monday. “Don’t touch me,” he grunted. “I’m going to be in my office for the next two hours. Don’t bother me,” Katsuki ordered, stomping toward his office before he’d even finished the sentence.