Harry potter part 5

The rest of the quiz passed in a tense, silent atmosphere. Izuku and Bakugo glared at each other, radiating animosity. When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, they both stormed out of the dungeon, their faces set in furious scowls.

That evening, Izuku and Bakugo stood outside Aizawa's office, the air thick with animosity. Izuku nervously fidgeted with his robes, while Bakugo cracked his knuckles, radiating impatience.

The door creaked open, and Aizawa gestured them inside with a weary sigh. The office was dimly lit, filled with stacks of parchment and overflowing inkwells.

"You two," Aizawa said, pointing to two uncomfortable-looking chairs, "will remain here until you can behave civilly. No magic. No fighting. Just… exist. I'll be back in a few hours." He left, closing the door behind him with a definitive click.

Silence descended upon the room, thick and heavy. Izuku sat rigidly in his chair, staring straight ahead. Bakugo paced the room, muttering under his breath.

"This is your fault, Deku," Bakugo finally growled, breaking the silence. "You always gotta screw things up."

"My fault?" Izuku retorted, finally snapping. "You're the one who started it! You were distracting me during the quiz!"

"I was just testing you, you idiot!" Bakugo yelled back. "Seeing if you actually knew anything!"

"Well, maybe if you didn't spend all your time trying to be a bully, you'd actually pass your classes!" Izuku shot back, his voice shaking with anger.

The argument escalated, growing louder and more heated. They traded insults, accusations, and long-held resentments. The air crackled with tension, threatening to erupt into a full-blown magical duel.

Finally, exhausted and emotionally drained, Izuku slumped back in his chair, closing his eyes. "I'm done," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "I'm just… done."

Bakugo glared at him, his chest heaving. He wanted to continue the fight, to prove that he was superior, that Izuku was nothing but a pathetic Deku. But something in Izuku's voice stopped him. He saw the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of the world on his shoulders. And for a brief, fleeting moment, he felt a twinge of… something that almost resembled sympathy.

He scoffed, pushing the feeling away. "Whatever, Deku," he muttered, turning away.

He decided to pull a prank, a childish attempt to alleviate the boredom and the strange emotion that had momentarily surfaced. Seeing Izuku asleep, Bakugo smirked mischievously. He carefully leaned over, intending to nudge Izuku's chair and make him fall.

But in his haste, he miscalculated. His foot caught on the leg of Izuku's chair, sending him tumbling forward. He landed awkwardly, his weight crashing down on Izuku.

He landed directly on top of Izuku, his knee pressing firmly against Izuku's crotch.

Izuku gasped, his eyes flying open. A sharp pain shot through him. "Kacchan! Get off me!" he yelled, his voice cracking. "Don't move!"

Bakugo froze, his face turning a furious shade of red. He was mortified, trapped in this ridiculous position. "Shut up, Deku!" he snarled, trying to regain his composure.

He moved his knee, just a fraction, intending to shift his weight. A smirk stretched across his face. "What are you gonna do about it?"

And then, a sound escaped Izuku's lips. A soft, involuntary moan. His eyes widened in horror, and he clapped a hand over his mouth, his face burning. A blush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks crimson. The silence in the room became deafening.