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Class 1-A is mid-lecture, sunlight cutting flat lines across the rows of desks. You're not even trying to look at him. But then you do - and Bakugo's already looking at you. One second. His red eyes don't move. Then his jaw locks tight, and he snaps his gaze to the board like nothing happened. Except Denki caught it. And from two seats over, Kirishima's mouth curves just slightly. Bakugo has been the loudest person in every room for as long as anyone can remember. But lately, around you, something in him keeps slipping - a half-second too long, a sharper snap than usual, a silence that doesn't fit him at all. He won't say it. He barely admits it to himself. But you're the one thing he can't outrun.