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Bakugou woke up slowly late Saturday morning, having slept well for the first time in a while. The dorms were quiet for once, void of the incessant chatter that usually plagued the lazy weekend. It took a full minute for Bakugou to remember that he was alone. The Bakusquad (Bakugou would kill anyone who knew he called them that) and Dekusquad (Seriously though, who came up with these names? Bakugou could’ve done much better…) had decided to go on some outing together, leaving the dorms eerily silent. Even Pony Tail and Bird Brain had gone home; the two normally studious souls had family activities or whatever. Bakugou couldn’t give less of a shit. In all his time at UA, he had only had the dorms to himself twice, though both times were very short. Now, he was guaranteed a whole fucking day.
So, Bakugou took his time getting ready for the day. If you could call it that. He didn’t bother to change out of his pajamas. Normally, this would’ve annoyed him to no end. Normal sweatpants: fine. The things you wore all night? Now that shit was just gross. But, today was different. The freedom of a whole day in his possession to do as he pleased made him want to do something different, almost to celebrate. He even made himself coffee. He doesn’t really like coffee. He just felt like a rich, lazy-ass motherfucker when walking around with a steaming cup. (Don’t judge him. He doesn’t care what you think anyway. Might as well not waste energy)
He got back to his room and shut the door. Then opened it again because no one was there. Nope, he slammed it shut because it felt weird to have it open. Whatever. He reached under his bed and pulled out a guitar case, covered in a thick layer of dust. Opening it, he lovingly took out the orange-brown instrument, taking a minute to reverently stroke its body before tuning it by ear. Singing and playing guitar had always been a secret pleasure for him. It was something that was just his to enjoy and express himself with. Honestly, he knew he sucked ass at communication and feelings. The only way his emotions managed to come through was when he sang. Not that he would ever fucking sing to anyone. He’d rather jump off a bridge. A super high bridge. One that’s over a lake. And hopefully, they never find his body. Even if he’s dead, he’d kill anyone who put his body in a fucking viewing casket. They creep him out.
Speaking of caskets, his room is starting to feel small. He’s never taken his guitar outside of his room, but he was alone. With a last shot of boldness, Bakugou grabbed his guitar and a bluetooth speaker before heading to the common room, looking forward more than ever to his upcoming day alone.
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This was turning out to be the best day ever. Once he got downstairs, Bakugou had lazed around on his phone for a solid hour. Now, this itself wasn’t anything new. Hell, his phone was his only escape when Kirishima Shitty Hair dragged him down for chaos movie nights. But, now no one was around. Suddenly, instagram and youtube were ten times more interesting. Bakugou spent the first half hour scrolling through videos of people doing the dumbest things. For once, he allowed himself to laugh and scream vulgar commentary into the silence of the dorms.
The second half hour was spent searching for sheet music. He meandered over to the printer as he searched up chords to all the songs he knew. He could just keep them on his phone, but the screen was small and he liked having physical sheet music. Before UA, he had a binder where he kept all the songs he knew how to play. Then, Bakugou scoffed, he left it outside in a storm like an idiot. Now, Bakugou could finally replace it. He grinned(Yes, the absence of idiots meant that he allowed himself to break the scowl he always carried. His glare normally softened whenever he was alone, but he refused to break character in front of the morons. Then they might actually try to get close to him. Or, closer. Somehow he already had a band of idiots following him around. Still, the only person who’d ever seen him with his guard down was Kirishima…)
He totally did not spend the next five minutes gazing absentmindedly at the wall as he thought about his definitely non-existent crush on the red head.
He was shaken from his thoughts when the paper spewing out of the printer finally became too much for the little extension keeping it in place. Suddenly Bakugou’s legs were engulfed in an avalanche of papers, dead set on giving his skin tiny, painful cuts. Bakugou cursed loudly and picked them all up, ignoring the pinpricks of pain…
“FUCK!” nevermind, Bakugou forgot to ignore it. “Why do such little cuts hurt so bad?! I’m a fucking hero goddammit! FIGHT ME, FUCKING PAPER!!” Bakugou was three seconds away from screaming SHINEEEEEEEEEE and tearing the shit out of his sheet music when he realized, wait, this is my sheet music and I do not want to reprint it all. So, after a stern glare, he picked up the remaining pages from the printer and stomped back to the living room.
Then, finally, he started to play. He started with rock songs, even if the acoustic guitar clashed with the style. He couldn’t wait until he was at home with his electric guitar, but this was just as good. He didn’t feel like singing, so he just jammed along to the bluetooth speaker. The genres he played fluctuated a bit, but they were all upbeat and fun to play. He even scream-sang to some music by System Of A Down. Best. Morning. Ever.
After lunch, he got an idea. An awful idea. Bakugou got a wonderful, awful idea. He stormed back upstairs. Stopping two floors below his own, Bakugou stomped to Todoroki’s room, punched in the code(Bakugou knew the code for everyone’s rooms. For idiot control purposes), and marched inside. He swiped up the massive plushie of Deku off the dual colored bed. He felt his grin stretch into a more evil smirk then the Grinch himself. Why Todoroki owned this, he had no clue. Probably some weird obsession. Maybe even a crush . Gross.
(“Not like you’re much better, you Kiri-simp.” Bakugou’s brain provided unhelpful input that he quickly shut down.)
Once he got back downstairs, he set up the Deku on the coffee table, turned on the bluetooth speaker so it blasted Dangerous by Royal Deluxe at max volume, and grinned maliciously. One massive wind-up later, and the Deku plushie was flying across the room.
“HA! How’d ya like your favorite right hook?! Can’t dodge now, DEKU!!”
Bakugou thoroughly enjoyed beating plushie Deku up. Eventually, he started singing the songs to the squishy Deku’s face, and as much as he tried not to leave any burn marks, there was a bit of charred fabric here and there, especially when I Don’t Fuck With You blared through the speaker. (Todoroki better not find out about this. He would twist this into some weird conspiracy theory that maybe Bakugou liked Deku, and that couldn’t happen. No way. Gross. Bakugou almost threw up.) It didn’t last too long, though. He got bored after 15 minutes. Shitty nerd was an extra, he wasn’t worth too much time.
Then, it was time to sing. He pulled out his papers, beginning to arrange them into the order he wanted. A song caught his eye, and he paused. Without a second thought, he burst up to his room. No one was here anyway, so he might as well sing the new and improved version.