The morning carried out how you had expected it, and your hero course class was probably your favorite. Present Mic had come with Ectoplasm to take the class to Gym Gamma. Your mentor had created clones of himself to help everyone individually. Mic went around the gym to see how everyone was doing while also asking what Aizawa had talked about with them this morning.
When he finally reached you, he had asked the same question he had twenty times already. “Yo! So what’d Eraserhead talk to you about, huh?” He asks, raising his eyebrows as you plant your feet firmly on the ground. The Ectoplasm clone backs away, allowing you and the pro hero to speak in peace.
“Well, uhm.” You look up to meet the hero’s eyes, feeling entranced by his green orbs. “I guess I really don’t know.”
Mic looked shocked for a moment, looking over to the homeroom teacher watching from afar. “Eh? I’m guessing he was using his strange way of speaking.” The man put his fingers to his chin before doing a jazz hands sort of motion. “Well, he does like to be a little confusing when he speaks. Makes him sound mature and stuffy. Whatever, though! What’d he say to you?”
You pointed your index fingers at each other before colliding their tips. “He told me that my quirk wasn’t supposed to be looked at as something bad. He also said something along the lines of me becoming who I want to be, not who I’ve been expected to become.”
“Aha! Perfect for you-- Eraser really pays attention to his students, I can tell.” He strikes another odd pose while bending himself forward at the hip. His eyes shake a little bit as he presses a finger to his forehead. “You, I know, are one smart kid. From this year, you’ve got a lot to learn. However, you’ve got wicked potential!” His back straightens as he places his chin in between his thumb and index finger. Mic’s mouth was curved into one of his regular, abnormally large smiles. “I’ve seen your scores from all the tests you’ve had to take. Starting at UA as a second year is anything but easy. Hey, just start thinking about it like this: You’re one of the very few kids to have ever done that. Normally, UA turns down kids who come from later years.”
His words strike a bit of confidence in you. “Wait, really?”
Another smile comes over his face as he points to the ceiling. “Yeah! You just so happen to be one of them.” He turns his body, getting ready to walk away. “Good luck, little listener. Make sure you keep at your training. Show UA that they made the right decision letting you in!” With that, he waves a hand while walking off towards your homeroom teacher.
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Two weeks had passed in almost no time. The sports festival was going to be starting tomorrow, and you had nearly no time to legitimately prepare yourself. Things seemed to be going so fast, so much so that the school day seemed to last only a few hours.
You found yourself walking down the stairs and into the common area. Shoji had gone with Tokoyami and Jirou to a local music shop, a place where they sold and repaired nearly any instrument you could think of. Ojiro had gone with Hagakure to a noodle shop down the road, and Mina had left with Kaminari and Sero to the shopping district. This meant you had nearly no one you were too close with around the dorms. The common room was even devoid of life.
Tsu and Kirishima talk calmly on one of the couches when you pass by them. They look up, both of them greeting you simultaneously. “Hey, (Y/n).”
You smile and turn to them before looking around the room. “Hey, guys. What’re you guys talking about?” A small yawn passes through you as you look to the two again.
Kirishima pulls out his phone and smiles. “Nothing much, just the sports festival.”
“He was trying to think of ways he can stand out compared to Tetsutetsu.” The green-haired girl says, pressing her index finger against her cheek before making a soft noise in her throat.
You raise an eyebrow, turning to the boy. “Who’s that?”
He stands quickly, putting a fist in the air while an aura seems to glow around him. “One of the manliest students from our rival class, 2B!” Kirishima gets down on a knee, his teeth clenched as he speaks. “Our quirks are practically the same.”
A smile comes to your face as you look at Tsu. “The drama.” You laugh to yourself, making the other girl snicker as Kirishima stands up. “Well, I’ll let you two get back to it. I’m gonna grab a bite to eat from the kitchen and then go study for the English test on Monday.” The red-haired boy waves to you as you walk towards the kitchen. From inside the small space, Bakugou sits with his head down at the table. On a plate in front of him sits a cookie with a singular bite taken out of it. He was clearly awake, as you could see his leg twitching violently from underneath the table. “Are you okay?” You ask before opening the fridge.
His shoulders rise and fall as a sigh can be heard. “Fuck off.”
A smile comes to your face as you decide to play with fire. “Fuck off.” You mock him while grabbing an apple from the fridge. To your surprise, all he does is click his tongue. “Okay, now I know something’s up. C’mon, dude, talk to me.” You pull a chair next to him, sitting cross-legged in it.
Bakugou raises his head, his deep crimson eyes meeting your soft (e/c) ones. “I don’t need your damn pity.” He goes to stand.
A small smile comes to your face as you place the apple down on the table. “You sound an awful lot like someone I used to hate.” Your smile contorts into a smirk as you hear him growl.
“Oh, yeah? Who’d that be?” He asks in a way that makes him sound like he clearly doesn’t truly care about your answer.
Though, whether he wanted to hear it or not, you were going to tell him. “Me.” The way you say it so nonchalantly makes the ashy blonde whip his head towards you. “I used to hate receiving attention like that from anyone. It made me think that they were looking down on me. I never actually stopped to wonder if it meant they cared about me.” Bakugou clicked his tongue before you could even finish the sentence. You let out a sigh before grabbing your apple and standing up. “Well, if you ever need to talk to someone, we are on the same floor. People like Mina, Shoji, Ojiro, and Kirishima all come to talk to me when things aren’t going right in their heads, or something. Sometimes you just need someone to talk to, Bakugou. I’m not going to judge you for anything. Talk to me when you’re ready.” You say, waving to him before exiting the kitchen. The apple transitions from one hand to the other as you toss it between your palms.
Unbeknownst to you, Bakugou slowly lingers out of the kitchen after you. Kirishima and Tsu don’t pay any mind to him as he walks through the common room. He follows you towards your room, and you only notice he’s there when you turn to shut your door.
“Bakugou?” You ask, opening the door wider. “Do you want to come in and talk?”
As much as he hated to admit it, Bakugou had so much he needed to get off his chest. A lot of it made no sense to him, that’s why he felt the need to hold all of it in. Though, it just resulted in him getting angrier towards people he cared about for no reason. You were one of those people, but you didn’t have to know that.
The hot-head looked at the floor before nodding his head. A smile came to your face as you gestured towards a desk chair, your bed, or the patio doors. Bakugou walked towards your bed, but sat on the small rug you had on the floor. His back pushed against the bed frame, his head leaning back against the blanket-covered mattress. “You talk to Shitty Hair, you said, right?” He asks.
A small smile comes to your face as you nod. “Kirishima? Yeah, especially recently. Why?” You walk over to your bed before taking a seat on it about two feet from Bakugou’s head. You place the apple you grabbed from the fridge onto your small nightstand for later.
When you look down at him, his eyes are flicking about the room and ceiling. Nothing seems to catch his eye, making him seem anxious. “What’s he talk about with you?”
The question surprised you. “Why do you ask? Surely that’s not what’s bothering you.” Your arms crossed.
His eyes finally landed on you. “I thought you weren’t going to judge me for what’s going on.”
“I’m not judging you, Bakugou. I’m just wondering as to why you’d want to ask about that of all things.”
The boy cups his face in his hands, and you can see his ears grow red. “Just answer the damn question.” His voice is slightly muffled behind his hands.
Having to take Kirishima’s privacy into consideration, you decide to only hint at it. “Well, he tells me about someone who means a lot to him. He’s just got a lot of emotions running high, and he doesn’t really know who else to talk to.”
You can barely finish your sentence before Bakugou removes his hands from his face. “‘Someone who means a lot to him’? The hell do you mean by that?”
“I mean what I said.” You swallowed hard, wondering if you had probably said too much. “He would talk to Mina about it, but he doesn’t know how well she can keep it a secret from the person.” You laugh, situating yourself in a better position on your bed. You lay with your head on your pillow, your legs stretching down to the end of your bed. Bakugou turns his head to look up at you.
There’s something in his eyes, something beyond curiosity. “Who is it?” The sound of his voice is lower, almost guttural. It honestly startles you for a moment.
A few ideas pop in your mind, and you begin to assume things. “Is something going on with you and Kirishima?”
The boy’s eyes widen, his face heating only a few hues paler than his eyes. “What?” His body twists to look back at you.
A small smile comes to your face. “Wow. You’re a real romantic.” You press your palm against your forehead, thinking of how similar your situations are.
“Look, if you’re just going to sit and judge me, I’m going to fucking leave.” He goes to stand, but you put your hand on his shoulder.
His head turns towards you, his eyes flashing with rage against your calm smile. “Bakugou, I’m not judging you. This is a real issue that will take a lot out of a person. It took a lot out of Shoji and I, believe me.” You nudge his shoulder with your elbow. “I remember when I was talking to Mina about how I felt about Shoji, he was doing the exact same thing with her. She would sit there and encourage me to ask him out and to do all this stuff with him, but I was so oblivious. Eventually, Kirishima told him that he needs to go for it, so I’m glad one of us made the move. But again, we were both oblivious to how much we liked each other. All we had to do was communicate, but we couldn’t even do that. If you want to talk to Kirishima about how you feel, I can tell you right now that it will most likely end the way you want it to.” The boy is silent for a few moments, his eyes looking about your face. “You okay?”
He shakes his head before standing up. Before he turns his body from you, the corners of his mouth twitch upwards just slightly. “I should be fine now. I’ll have to talk to you more often.” Bakugou walks towards your door, grabbing the handle aggressively before turning to you once again. “Thanks for the talk, (Y/n).”
With that, he swings the door open. Before he can slam it, he leaves it open after seemingly running into someone. You raise an eyebrow, but soon smile when Shoji comes into view. In his hands he holds a red and blue cup that says ICEE, along with a white bag filled with what smells like sweets.
He watches as Bakugou walks down the hallway, only closing the door after he loses sight of him. “What was that all about?” He asks, walking closer to you as you adjust your position. Your legs now hang off the side of the bed.
“Oh, he just needed someone to talk to.” You smile, patting the spot next to you softly. “What’cha got there?”
Your boyfriend takes a seat next to you, so close that your thighs are touching. “We went to the shop and got Jirou’s guitar fixed, but her and Tokoyami were hungry when we left. We stopped at a station to get these, but she wanted some muffins. I suggested the bakery and so we went. I’ve got some stuff in here for you, if you’re hungry, and this is yours.” He hands you the bag along with the slushie.
“You’re literally the sweetest. I love you so much.” You place both things on the nightstand, completely forgetting about the apple you had grabbed earlier. Your body twists as you hug Shoji close to you, laying soft kissing along his masked cheek. He holds you just a bit tighter, his eyes looking down at you with unfathomable amounts of love.
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