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College was a drag, class was a drag, people were a drag -- everything was a fucking drag. And Bakugou had had enough of it. He never understood why everyone got all emotional when they were being sent off to college. It was just another 4 years of his life, being stuck in long ass lectures, meeting people he never intended on speaking to, and ending up at parties he never wanted to go to. Though the least he could be thankful for was getting the chance to room with someone he knew and considered an equal -- not that he would ever admit it. Kirishima, a red-headed pure ray of sunshine socialite, was a good companion to Bakugou. The ash blonde never took a liking to his classmates in highschool, nor did he intended to make friends. But here he was 3 years later, graduated from that highschool andattending the same prestigious hero college with his red haired friend. And along with the red head came the other members of his so called “Bakusquad”. Making the group stuck together like 5 peas in a pod for another 4 years and beyond.
Moving in day was a pain, but luckily with the large budget put into the school, each student was given their own rooms along with their own personal en suite bathrooms. The lavish setup put any other university to shame with its spotless campus and landscape that probably was given more care than needed -- and especially if it was housing the nation’s future pro heroes. But it went without saying how challenging and expensive it was to get accepted into the top university of the country.
And it also went without saying that Bakugou’s other suitemates were the four other males of the Bakusquad -- Mina housing the same building just on different floors due to the co-ed hall separation rules. But still the pink girl made time to stop by their suite every once in a while, along with a few friends and past classmates tagging along.
Albeit constantly snapping at his peers and denying their invitations to gatherings held at other dorms or fraternity and sorority houses, he didn’t mind hanging out with them. But of course again -- you would have to kill him before he would ever verbally admit it. It was just the random extras he encountered outside of the classroom that were the problem.
The guys were annoying snobs who bet if they told enough cheesy pick up lines they could get their dick wet. And the same girls who just ate that shit up were no better. They were clingy and laughed at about almost anything that spewed out of that stupid frat boys mouth, in hopes they could end the night with a quick fling before their 8 am the next morning. In Bakugou’s conclusion, they just looked like a bunch of brats who had their mommies and daddies pay their way into UA. He had worked way too damn hard to be ever put down by some rich kid extras.
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It was -- what was intended to be a peaceful -- Saturday night but instead Bakugou found himself at yet another frat party. This time it was one of the frats that had tried so hard to get him to pledge into the brotherhood, but without even considering it, Bakugou denied. First, what in their right mind did they think Bakugou would want to join some silly brotherhood -- and second, the tuition for this damn university was already putting a strain in his and his parent’s wallet, so why would he pay another few thousand just to swear his oath to a bunch of nobodies he didn’t even know?
Stupid, is all he could describe it.
The only reason why Bakugou was even at this party in the first place, rather than being curled up in bed preferably reading a book or playing some video games, was because of idiot one and idiot two -- also known as Kirishima and Kaminari. It was expected that Kaminari wanted to go, his sole intention being the ‘babes that will be there’ but Kirishima actually voluntarily accepting the electric blonde’s invitation? What the heck spurred this change?
Usually Kirishima preferred to stay the weekend nights in, catching up on assignments and spending some good ole quality time with his bro, but no. Tonight he was going to get wasted. And maybe do some other things.
Bakugou was just there to ‘make sure you idiots don’t do some stupid shit and be the one to clean up your mess’ which was Bakugou language for, “I have to make sure you guys stay safe because I don’t want you to get expelled. Because if you get expelled then I’ll be lonely.”
So there he was. In the corner of the messy fraternity house, away from the sweaty dancing bodies and couples -- who had probably never even met each other until tonight -- sloppily making out. At least he had a beer to loosen up a bit, but the buzzing of the alcohol didn’t stop from the irritating twitch he felt in his nerves every time a girl approached him, trying to feel him up, or some random loser trying to make buddy-buddy with him.
He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but by the looks of the two idiots breaking it down on the dance floor, he wasn’t going to be leaving any time soon.
And when he saw you, he didn’t think he wanted to leave anytime soon anymore.
He had recognized you from class. Not making much of a statement the first few weeks of the semester. That was not until your class had to do sparring matches, and you were just so randomly partnered with Bakugou.
You didn’t attend UA Highschool -- if you did Bakugou probably would’ve noticed or known you sooner -- because damn. By the way you were so skillful with your quirk, your technique perfected right down to the slightest shift of your finger, he couldn’t help but ogle at how badass you looked. He couldn’t even focus on his own movements because he was too busy admiring yours. And your other peers would agree. You had gained quite the audience and fans since then. Bakugou found you impressive and by Bakugou standards -- that’s high.
He never would have pictured you the type to attend parties like these, and much to his assumptions, they were true. The visible look of discomfort on your face as a random guy talked to you made a tinge of annoyance spark in the ash blonde. Just as he was about to stomp to your direction and give the guy a piece of his mind and more, your face suddenly twisted into one of amusement. You were looking in his direction, his heart jumping to the possibility that you were happy to see him, but was completely shot down when you ran up to-
Of course… Kirishima.
Bakugou scoffed to himself.
What a fool he was to think that you were actually happy to see him.
He didn’t even interact with you in class, alone from the one sparring match with you so what gave him the idea to think that you were going to run up to him and throw your arms around his shoulders?
He wanted to turn away out of sheer embarrassment - though nobody noticed, or too drunk to even care enough to direct their attention to the moping blonde in the corner of the room, but at the corner of his eye he saw the two approaching him.
“Yo Bakugou!” Kirishima exclaimed loudly over the blasting music. He was walking up you him with a bright smile on his face, you following close behind him with a shy smile.
“You know (y/n) right? From class!”
Bakugou internally cringed at the fact that Kirishima was able to say your first name like a breath of fresh air. The ash blonde didn’t give a coherent response, only a low hum in his throat as he took a sip of his beer. Hopefully the alcohol would help numb the annoyance ticking his nerves.
You gave him a small wave, your eyes nervously shifting from him to the floor.
“Hello Bakugou-kun, I’m not sure if you remember me but we sparred in class once.”
Oh, Bakugou remembered. He remembered all right.
“(Y/n) is amazing! She can really kick some ass! She surely kicked mine!” Kirishima praised loudly. You shot him a mortified look and your cheeks bloomed a red almost identical to Kirishima’s hair.
Bakugou could mentally admit that you looked cute embarrassed. Though, if only it were him being the cause behind it.
“That's not true Ei!”
Ei-
“You’re much stronger than me! You were just going easy on me!” you pouted, playfully hitting him in the shoulder. Kirishima feigned a wince then shot you a wink, making you giggle.
Gross.
“C’mon bro! Let's hit the dance floor! You’ve been cooped up in this corner the whole time!” the red head pulled his friend by the arm but Bakugou was quick to rip himself out of his grip.
“No way I’m dancing in that sea of idiots. All they’re doing is grinding on each other to get their dicks hard.” Bakugou spat.
“Aw c’mon man! Don’t be such a party pooper!” Kirishima whined but his complaining instant dropped as he turned to you. “C’mon (y/n) lets go dance!”
“Eh?!” you and Bakugou both gasped. But before you could reject the offer you were pulled into the crowd with no other option. Bakugou watched as you awkwardly bobbed your head to the music, it was so blatantly obvious that you didn’t want to do this -- let alone be at this party. But with time, and Kirishima’s guidance, you were beginning to loosen up. And by the time it was nearing to head back to your respective dorms. The dance floor had become your stage.
Kirishima really did wonders to everyone around him.
And being tonight's “designated driver” Bakugou’s friends surely did a wonder to him having the ash blonde drag their blacked out bodies back to the dorms.
What a fucking drag.
But gratefully you were just as sober as him to lend a hand. Which was an ample opportunity to strike up a conversation with you-
But being the stupid prideful idiot he is, he let the chance pass.
The awkward silence was saved for a few low curses under Bakugou’s breath and a few light giggles from you. But albeit it was terribly uncomfortable.
Bakugou would rather have to haul both of the idiots on each arm rather than be stuck in such a humiliating position in front of a girl he unprecedentedly found an interest in. He wouldn’t go as far as calling it a crush- but it was getting damn close to one.
“Oh! You live in the Heights Alliance Hall? So do I!”
Oh, how wonderful, Bakugou’s heart lurched.
Once you two were able to successfully get Kaminari and Kirishima into their beds, Bakugou oh-so gratefully walked you to your suite. Although being only 3 floors above his, he insisted- rather he made up the excuse that he had to go check up on a friend who also happened to be at the party that night, and who also happened to live 3 floors above him.
Bullshit.
But it worked.
And much to his surprise you had been suitemates with a very familiar brunette and pink skinned woman. Damn them for never telling him- but also he didn’t need them prying into his business or even insinuating having any interest in any female. Especially if it involved someone they lived with.
“Thank you for walking me, Bakugou-kun.” you bowed as you two stood in front of your door. Bakugou rubbed the back of his neck, his attention focused on anywhere but you to feign his disinterest. But deep down as you unlocked your door and the wood creaked open he felt the urge to sneak a peek into the room, possibly get a glimpse of how you live, your choice in decoration and what your interests were. Deep down he wanted to get to know you.
“It’s nothing, idiot. It was on the way so it’s not a big deal.”
You shook your head, “Well either way thank you. I was kinda nervous about having to walk back to the dorms by myself. It’s already so dark out and my friends left with some guys.” you chuckled nervously. Bakugou gaped at you.
Seriously? What kind of person leaves their friend at a party, that she didn’t even want to go to in the first place, to go hook up with some guy? Sure, Bakugou thought you were strong and you could probably handle yourself seeing how skilled you are with your quirk. But still being a woman you had your fears. No matter how safe the security claimed campus to be, there was always gonna be some creep lurking around just waiting to spew up some trouble.
“Some pretty shitty friends to leave you for some dick.” Bakugou grumbled.
You shrugged your shoulders with a light laugh, “Yeah, but that was the main reason why they wanted to go so I’m not really surprised. They just wanted to have a little fun.”
Bakugou couldn’t believe how quick you were to brush off their mistakes so easily. If it were him he would’ve probably blasted their ass to the moon and not spoken to them for weeks, or even ever again. But here you were acting like a saint after your friends abandoned you for some 3 inch beer dick and for you to walk all the way back to the dorms in the dark of the night. Bakugou could almost mistaken you for an angel.
“Well- I should get going, it’s late and you should rest. You’ve had a long night.” you smiled at him. Bakugou couldn’t help but notice the way your lips looked so soft and plump. And despite it being for the occasion of going to a party, he internally complimented the way you looked in the short black dress that flowed around your body so delicately. He never was one to really be perceptive of female appearances, but damn you were cute.
Bakugou hummed in agreement. Both of you turned to leave to your final destinations but before Bakugou could even make it down the hall, your voice called out to him again.
“B-Bakugou-kun!” he turned around to see you sprinting up to him. Your phone extended out in front of you.
“U-Um, if you wouldn’t mind I would like to exchange numbers with you Bakugou-kun!” your gaze was nervously shifting from his face and the ground just like it had been at the party. The pink that bloomed your cheeks from the sudden shyness you were feeling and Bakugou could feel his heart lurch again at the sight. Without a word Bakugou took the phone from your hand, punching in his number and handing you his.
After exchanging numbers you gave you final farewell and disappeared behind the wood of your dorm.
That night as the ash blonde laid quietly in his bed, his red eyes staring at the unhealthy light of his phone screen in the darkness. His eyes scanned across the line of numbers under the contact of your name. A small smile pulled his lips at the first small step towards earning a chance with you. He internally gloated at how it took almost little to no effort in getting this far. Like, what the fuck? He actually got your number? And he wasn’t the one to initiate it??? God was surely in his favor tonight.
-Ding-
(L/n) (Y/n):
Hi, it’s (y/n). Just wanted to check if Ei was doing okay? He drank a lot tonight so I was a bit worried…
Or maybe not.