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It started off as normal.
It was a normal Friday, just after the class was over. Everyone was tired because of the harsh week they had with quizzes and trainings. Some classmates (Mainly Kaminari and Ashido ) were hyped about the weekend and wasn’t holding back on screaming about what they were gonna do on it. Bakugou had to wonder how those fuckers were this happy when two seconds ago they were whining about how their quiz was a disaster and how Aizawa was a devil who had no mercy. He wanted to point out while Aizawa wasn't known for his soft heart, the fails were their own damn fault. But he didn’t.
Because Bakugou didn’t have time for their shit. He just wanted to go and get some fucking sleep before dinner. He was sleepy and it was the result of studying a little too much for the quiz they just had. He was good at lessons but a little bit of more studying didn’t hurt anyone, okay?
While he was planning on what to do besides to sleep when he got back to dorms, mainly planning his study plan anyways, he sensed someone on his southeast, which meant right next to fucking Deku’s desk.
He didn’t turn around and tried to not pay attention to what was going on behind him but unfortunately, he had to hear Round Face and Deku’s conversation.
“Deku-kun! We are definitely going on that date tomorrow, right?”
Date? Whatever. He couldn’t care less about what those losers did in their free time.
“A-Ah!!! Uraraka-san, please lower your voice…”
“Oh, you’re right. Sorry. So we are going, right?”
She apparently lowered her voice. But Bakugou still heard everything.
It wasn’t his fault and he wasn’t curious. He really, really didn’t fucking care. He just had to gather his things so what if he heard them while doing that? It was the fuckers’ fault for talking right behind his desk.
At least it was more than likely now he was the only one who heard instead of the whole fucking classroom.
Well, not that he would care.
“We are. But… are you sure you are okay with it? Go-going on a date with me, I mean.”
Fucker was definitely blushing. Bakugou didn’t need to see his annoying face to know it.
“Of course I’m okay! I mean, you’re the best person to go on a date within this class, you know.”
What the fuck. He was definitely a better date than that Shitty Deku. Round face didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
“Are you sure you should be saying that while we have Todoroki-kun in our class…”
Todoroki? How dare this fucker decided to put Todoroki before him??
Although in the deepest places of his mind Bakugou could understand the prince-appeal that half ‘n half bastard had.
Not that he would admit that to even himself.
“Ah, I clearly see your point but Todoroki-kun is still a little intimidating to me so you are the best for me, Deku-kun.”
Annoying. This girl was annoying the hell out of him. Praising and praising Deku. What the hell. He got it, two losers were going on their disgusting date. He didn’t want to hear any more of their shit.
He also heard from a small part of his brain what that disturbing feeling’s name was but well, Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t just good at shutting up others. He could do that to himself when his brain decided to think up shit without asking him.
So after gathering his things in his own Bakugou-ish style no one hoped to acquire, blond stood up to leave without as much as a glance at the others.
But of course, life had to be a bitch again.
He felt Kirishima’s presence even before hearing his voice. That shitty hair seemed to never leave him alone nowadays.
And he wouldn’t admit that he kind of liked having a friend like that even if you pushed him off a fucking cliff.
“What?” he snapped at Kirishima who was now in front of him before he even had the chance the open his mouth.
Kirishima, as unfazed as usual, started to talk like Bakugou didn’t just snap at him.
“Yo, Bakugou! We plan on going to see the new Action movie Sero was talking about on the cinema tomorrow. You should come too! Everyone is coming. ”
The answer was obvious.
“As if I will hang out with you fuckers! Leave me alone.”
Now Kaminari who had apparently finished screaming shit with Ashido appeared out of nowhere.
“Don’t be a party pooper Bakugou! It would be a good idea to see one after these quizzes, stop playing hard to get for once, just admit that you want to come too. “
Kaminari was trying to go to hell earlier than he was destined to.
“What the hell did you just say to me you fucking Dunce faced bastard?! Playing hard to get, was it?!”
When he raised his hands and took a few steps towards him, as he expected Kaminari just hid behind Kirishima.
“Well let’s just calm down. Bakugou will come to the movie anyway, right Bakugou?”
Shitty hair just thumbed up like it was the most obvious thing in the entire fucking world.
Oh, Bakugou definitely, definitely wasn’t going.
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Bakugou was going.
It wasn’t even fucking fair. Kirishima and Kaminari had the audacity to come to him at breakfast and even follow him like a lost puppy to his dorm room. When he slammed the door to their fucking faces they accused him of being antisocial and on top of that, studying way too much. Even if they didn’t voice it, the fact that they implied him being a nerd snapped something inside Bakugou so he just had to go to prove he was not a fucking nerd and antisocial.
At least he reasoned with himself.
And now he was sitting in fucking Mcdonalds and eating a burger with these 4 dumbasses because someone - who Bakugou had the suspicion to be Ashido - decided to eat just before the movie.
He ignored the others who were talking about the movie they were apparently going to watch. Well, at least he made it clear he was not gonna pay any money for the ticket. If they wanted him to come this much they might as well pay for his damn movie ticket. - Which, he ended up paying, dammit. -
He had just moved to his fries when something caught his eye.- And no, he was not talking about Kaminari and Ashido arguing about what the trailer actually meant. -
He saw Izuku and Uraraka. Hand in hand. Walking. He really didn’t need to see that shit, his day was already bad. Did he have to see Deku in every goddamn day?
Against his wishes, his eyes didn’t seem like they would stop staring.
They were hand in hand, Uraraka talking about something cheerfully and Deku suprisingly not blushing as much as usual ( he still was blushing though, that fucking nerd ) and listening to whatever the hell she was saying. They both had some little bags on their elbows while holding ice cream on their hands. While Deku was still licking his’ once in a while, Uraraka seemed to forget she even had one, it was melting to her hand slowly. They seemed so normal and sweet it was actually disturbing. He honestly didn’t need to see this.
At least she finally noticed that she had some fucking ice cream, Bakugou thought when she finally tried to hastily lick the cone.
At that Deku chuckled and said something which made the Round Face fake-angry at him ( Again, disgusting and disturbing ) and let his hand go. After what seemed like an apology she smiled at him and at that suprisingly Deku took her hand into his.
At that moment Bakugou noticed two things, 1: He stared way, way too long and needed some fucking bleach and 2: The table was too quiet.
When he turned to look at the others, they all had the same devilish smiles on their faces. They were watching him and the “couple” . Bakugou wasn’t someone who was intimated by a bunch of losers. - His losers, but still. -
“What?”
At his tone, everyone seemed to find the table or the ceiling very interesting. But they failed to hide their smirk.
“What?!”
When he slammed his hands on the table, no one seemed intimated. - Bastards, they were getting used to it. -
“Nothing, we were just looking at Midoriya and Uraraka, man they seem really cute.”
As if that explained their behavior but Soy Sauce Face was immune to his glare by now. - Not entirely. No one was entirely immune to his glares. -
That reply still set the motion on and everyone started to act normal.
“Man, I wish I had a cute girlfriend like Uraraka~”
“It’s not possible with you, Kaminari.”
“Why, Ashido,?! That’s rea-“
Bakugou slowly zoned them out when they started to talk unnecessary shit again.
When his eyes turned to look at - without his permission -where the “couple” was, he saw no one. They were gone. Good.
Bakugou didn’t care.
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It was Tuesday.
“Midoriya, ready for our date?”
It was Kaminari.
What.