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Jeez sofas are the goddamn worst- Bakugou thought, waking up on his side with a cramp in his neck, and what feels like not nearly enough shut eye to call what he just had a nap.
He turns his face and body over begrudgingly away from the back of the sofa and peered up to the clock on the wall, checking the time despite the clock's glass front being slightly cracked in places; making the lines and numbers hard to read, but he's not that tired, he can piece the passage of time together-
It's the end of the day.
It's the end of the day?
“Neeeerd.” Bakugou started, sitting up rubbing his irritated eyes not even bothering to turn to the slightly ajar door behind him. He knew where this conversation was going- “Nerd!”
“NEEERD!-”
“Yes- Kachan hello.” Midoriya finally answers, as he pushes the door open further with his arm, now standing just outside the break room without his apron, the moss haired barista probably finishing up stacking his half of the chairs so he and Ochako can sweep the floor.
Bakugou turned his head to the now occupied door frame
“Mind telling me why the fuck i’ve been sleeping for-” quickly he checks the clock again.
“Three hours!??”
“Because you needed it maybe.” Midoriya said with a smile, accompanied by an ‘annoying’ friendly, knowing tone “I can literally hear you pacing back and forth every night from my half of the apartment complex. you're not sleeping nearly enough Kachan you know tha-”
“Fucks sake, don't give me that damned sleep hygiene shit Deku.”
The blond angrily mumbled out as he got up to walk towards his assigned (beaten up looking) locker, yanking it open in frustration making the decorative magnets inside shake a little
“if i fall asleep on the job. You wake me up. If I sleep past my break period. you wake me up-” he slams his locker shut again, coat in one arm and backpack hung over his shoulder. “This is a job dipshit not some kindergarten!”
“Yet you throw daily tantrums like you're in one-” Uraraka sing songs casually whilst crossing by the open door with a broom in hand
“And what's that supposed to mean Kirby?!” the blond yells straining his head to the side a little to try and see past a smug looking Midoriya, to where Ochako headed of to,
“Means im calling you a toddler, numb nuts!” Uraraka supplied
“Fucking?!- Im heading the fuck home.” Bakugou says quickly squashing his volume and tone realizing he could have, maybe almost proven pink cheeks's point- maybe.
The bastard
With that Bakugou begrudgingly makes his way round the side of the pea green sofa trudging to the door, re adjusting his backpack on his shoulder as he goes, skooting past the nuisance in the doorway having to annoyingly take his backpack of again to side step through with an appalled look on his face, just generally disgusted by his chests close proximity to Midoriya’s who made no effort to move, enjoying the uncomfortable look on the blond baristas scrunched up face-
“Happy cleaning dip shit.” Bakugou said grumpily monotone, heaving the backpack back to its place on his shoulder, giving the man opposite him an irritated look before turning away
“Try and sleep tonight Kachan. please, you can't plan your project pieces forever-”
“Cant hear you already out the fucking door.” he says dismissively to the green haired boy, fishing out his earphones from his pocket and jamming one bud into his ear whilst the other dangled and swayed.
“I WANT THIS PLACE SPOTLESS CHEEKS” he spits pointing a demanding finger in the
unappreciative baristas direction other hand pushing open the door, bell jingling happily
“Yeh yeh grumpy gills, we know” Ochaco huffs from a corner behind a table sweeping up lint and dust
“Good. don't die on your way homes.”
and with that the blond was out the door, following the pavement.
Warm pinks and oranges colored the glass of the neighboring buildings as he carries his now useless coat on his forearm while his hands were still occupied in his pockets, fiddling with the loose change and fluff inside,
Today was a mess. a busy morning and a partially busy afternoon. half the staff ditching- and that shity elmo haired loser playing unnecessary, pointless games.
Then he's swarmed with memories of a smile. A stomach ache, off milk, and the now necessary trip to the store to replace said milk.
More time being practically wasted. Just great.
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The longer Bakugou walks the more he thinks. he was so out of it today. What the hell is wrong with him? Sleeping on the job. Considerably more chatty. Maybe the lack of sleep is starting to show- (not that it wasn't already) Considering his personally set bedtime is eight on the dot, it's not a hard task to stay up longer than his body prefers.
But there's not much Bakugou can do about it.
Deadlines have to be met. Courses have to be passed, he still needs to pin down what theme his pieces will be about for god sake, there's no time to sleep. An hour or two at most will suffice for now. Maybe four if his body really can't help it. Other than that, Katsuki will work till his hands cramp, bleed and or fall of.
But that doesn't change the fact he's maybe losing his edge.
Getting forgetful, not being able to connect dots as easily and quickly as he was usually capable. not clamping down on the yawns that surface every so often.
Bakugou thinks more and more as he picks up his speed to walk at his usual fairly brisk pace.
He likes to walk. he'd rather run but with the art supplies in his bag consisting of chalks and graphite (along with some other things) accompanied by his lack of appropriate footwear?? That's a no go.
He eventually makes it to the local store, which thankfully, is just a little from a minute's walk away from his shared apartment building with Midoriya of all people. Bakugou tried to convince Deku not to move in. and by convince he means shouting and cursing until the freckled man changes his mind. Unfortunately, Midoriyas grown a tolerance.
The glass doors slide open and a cheerful ‘beep-boop' can be heard when the blond crosses the threshold.
On auto pilot Bakugou walks through the long stretching aisles to get to the fridges at the far side of the shop.
Opening the fridge with a tug is easy enough, the mundane task easily achievable. Then he gets to the small line by the checkout, three people in front of him, hand held baskets filled. great
There's not much else Bakugou can do other than look around at the familiar items on the neighboring shelves and look at the magazines cleverly positioned to catch the customers eye whilst they wait in some god awful queue. So Bakugou's eyes scan over the bright printed on papers, in neat outward facing displayed stacks.
He might as well peruse right? So he reaches for the closest glossy looking magazine;
“Bits ‘n Bolts’’ the bold font on the front says. ‘A good read for mechanics, engineering and for the newest motorbike/car news!!’ a review slightly lower says.
It's a good enough read to pass the time Bakugou decides now holding the milk in an awkward position in order to turn the pages.
Not all too interested in reading about mechanics ‘tricks and hacks for engines!!’ he starts flicking through the pages. Stopping when he saw the glimpse of a motorbike taking up a good portion of the page.
It was a good looking bike. Black with red accents, a sport bike apparently, according to the very heavy black and red themed page that he was lazily skimming-
under that half of the page was another bike a ‘classic’
An older looking bike with the same color scheme as the first, Bakugou recognises that one almost immediately. Being a die hard UA hero comics fan-boy, it would be hard for Bakugou not to know that that was Crimson Riots bike. The older, less mainstream hero used it only a few times in the comics if the need arose. But it stood out nonetheless.
This newer looking bike was obviously some sort of modernized homage to it yet having its own individual twist. inspired by would be a better word Bakugou guessed.
After not really reading the page he starts flicking through again. Nothing extraordinary, just more bikes, some cars and more terminology he wouldnt understand, then he gets to the back of the magazine where his eyes couldn't not land on the advertisement plastered to it.
A simple deep red background with a black, spiky haired silhouette posed in a ready fighting stance, it was almost intimidating. Can silhouettes be intimidating? not- that bakugou's intimidated by this random movie advertisement obviously, that would be fucking ridiculous, but that aside it's easy to tell that the bike he saw earlier was for this mysterious upcoming movie if the continued color scheme was anything to go off.
‘Coming soon’ lay near the bottom of the page. Interesting.
Bakugou scanned the back for a movie title, but was left without a hint. he came to two conclusions:
- Someone in this movie's advertisement team is getting their ass fired so damn quick.
Or
- It was some clever move to get people curious and or hyped.
Bakugou was neither. After giving the magazine one more pointless flick through he places it back on its stack. Considering the fact the advertisement was probably for some lame fucking student film with a bigger than average budget. explains why it's not plastered on every billboard around the city.
Finally the two women in front of him shuffle out the way towards the door.
Agh Finally.
The blond walks forward and places the milk in front of the clerk paying for it without a fuss.
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Heres a lil Bakugou drawing i did- will i do a kirishima one??? probably haha
Thank you for reading as always ; u;
