Just Roommates. . .?

Chapter one

Deku pov~

After a long drive to my new college and unpacking my things in my dorm, I was finally there and situated. The dorm I was in wasn't very big, in fact, it was quite small. One room with two beds on both sides, two nightstands, two desks, and two dressers. All of the furniture on their respective sides. Because, of course, two people will be living here. And since I paid extra for a bathroom there was one connected to this small room that is now my home. Communal bathrooms didn't seem like a fun time. Essentially it would the same as public bathrooms, so communal bathrooms would most likely make me just as anxious. besides it's nice to have more privacy than I would be getting originally. My mom decided to stay home instead of driving with me. I wonder how she is. I hope she's okay. before I left she seemed really worried and, at first, she was really against me going to college. With that in mind, I decide to call her. 

After checking up on my mom I got lost on my phone. For like, an hour. Time wasted. I could've done something better than that. Well there's no point in being upset over it, I have things to do. I stand up from the comfy position I was in from my bed and stretch my arms above my head. All of a sudden I hear the sound of the door trying to be opened. I completely freeze. "Fuck this shit." I hear faintly from the other side of the wall. The doorknob stops being aggressively turned back and forth for a moment. I hold my breath for a moment and hear a loud thud. The next thing I know, I'm met with a very  good looking guy. His hair,  blonde and spikey, His eyes are a crimson red, and he's wearing a black hoodie and baggy shorts. He didn't seem too happy by the look on his face. He looked at me and made a 'tch' sound and walked the opposite direction towards his bed. He had a couple boxes in his hands and a suitcase on the ground outside of the room. It was a lot to hold and unpack, "Um..do you need some help? I'm completely done unpacking all of my stuff and I have plenty of time on my hands." He looked over at me and sighed. "You think I need help?" My heart is practically running in circles at this point. my palms, saturated in sweat, begin to gesture alone with what I say, "W-w-well I wasn't implying you aren't capable of unpacking your things, because I'm sure you are! I j-just thought you had a lot of stuff to unpack and it doesn't look like you have anyone else here to help you. I wasn't trying to be rude. . . I was just tying to be friendly. Y-y'know?" I laugh nervously and avert all eye contact. His stare is cold and pierces my body, it wouldn't be that hard to, I'm already falling apart. "I don't care what you do. Just don't get in my way." 

I decide to help him. I want to start this semester off right, so that's what I'm going to do. Maybe he appreciates it. I try to not pay attention to his things too much, I don't want him to think I'm weird or anything.  I just want to help my new roommate. Roommate. He's my new roommate. Right. I can do this. . . I have to do this, I don't really have choice. But I'm sure he'll lighten up when he knows that I want to be his friend. Or maybe he wouldn't want someone a like me to be their friend? I'll figure out when the time comes.

During the time I help him unpack, I noticed he had an eyebrow piercing. And his ears were pierced too, the lobe part and his cartilage. After awhile he took off his hoodie and wrapped it around his waist tightly. His shirt underneath was nothing special, it was just a skull on a black background. The thing I really notice though, is his muscles. Whenever he would pick up a box you could see his biceps flexing slightly, kind of intimidating. The air between us is filled to the brim with awkwardness. An unpleasant feeling, but something I'm used to, so it doesn't bother me too much. I should say something. Wait. What's his name? I swallow the large knot of growing fears in my throat, "My name is Izuku Midoriya, nice to meet you." I look over at him and smile a little. His glaring eyes meet mine, "I'm Bakugo Katsuki, bad to meet you." I instantly regret speaking. I turn my head away quickly and finish the almost empty box of his things and head off to the bathroom to hide from his scary domineer.

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"Deku!" Uraraka's hands clasp around my body, "I missed you so, so, so, so, much!" she loosens her tight grip and puts her hands on my shoulders and smile brightly at me. "I missed you too!" When Uraraka smiles, you can't just not smile back, it would be a sin to not. She makes herself comfortable and plops herself on my bed, so I sit next to her. "Let's go sign up from extra circular stuff! And there are a lot of things I still need to sign up for...heh." I shake my head, "Why did you wait until the last minute? And I would rather not join an extra curricular thing." I have already planned ahead and signed up for everything I was supposed to, double checked things, and went around campus to find my classes. I'm lucky my bestfriend goes to the same college as me but I'm not going to let her depend on me. "Why?" She pouts, her lip quivering and eyebrows knitted together. I squish her face in my hands until she physically could not make a pouty face. "Because I'm not going to let you depend on me. You're an adult now. If you act like I'm your mom for the rest of college what are you going to do when you go into the real world?" She closes her eyes tightly and manages to escape my tight grasp on her face. "I dunno. . ." swiftly defeated she lays her head on my lap. She whines for a moment and slaps my legs like a toddler. I pat her head softly, "Go get your crap done and text me later." She groans loudly and sits up slowly. She slumps her shoulders and slouches her back. "That's not good for your back, y'know." She glares at me. "Stop stalling and go." "Fine!" She half-yell-half-talks. 

Before Uraraka leaves, she looks at Katsuki, who was sitting on his bed, playing on his phone, and gives him a once-over, then looks at me and winks. I feel like a thousand rays of sun hit my face directly. She gives me a thumbs up and walks out of my dorm, with a small skip in her walk. Typical for Uraraka, she's very cute without even trying. Uraraka's short hair perfectly fits her face, her eyes are big and always dancing with happy thoughts that fill her head, and her smile is contagious, all things I absolutory adore about her. Too bad I'm gay. 

A couple years back, during high school, she admitted to having feelings for me. And I rejected her. . . of course we got through that and now she's fine, but I've always felt bad about it. It's no longer a huge problem in my life, but there's still that lingering bit of guilt in the back of mind. It's been years and she has shown interest in other guys so I'm sure she's fine. And she's super supportive of me. That's why she's my bestfriend. She's forgiving and if you're different she'll just love you more than she did in the first place. That's what I like about her. I also like the silly side of her, although I know the majority of the times she's being half serious. But it's nice to know that she loves me for who I am not who she thought  I was. 

I have nothing to do so I simply play on my phone and listen to music. An hour or two goes by and then I my phone chimes,

"Your dormie is pretty hawt, huh"

"Not really. . . "

I turn off my phone and marinate in my discomposure.