Chapter Text
Kyouka sat with her back to the bed, phone forgotten in her hand, as she watched Bakugou manage to angrily do homework. At times, he amazed her with his ability to do things with such rage that at times she wondered if his endless source of unadulterated fury was his true Quirk.
“Stop fucking staring at me or I’ll kill you,” he grumbled. She averted her eyes and returned to scrolling down whatever research paper they were in the middle of reading.
Of all of the kids in her class, Bakugou was the most stand-offish by far, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, and when compared to individuals in their class such as Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, or Midoriya, his friendliness was at a solid -300. At his current state of tearing through math work like it had personally offended him, she wondered how, exactly, she had managed to creep so far into the lion’s den without getting her head bitten off.
They suspected that the school festival had a hand to play in it, seeing as before, he wouldn’t so much blink in her direction, but afterwards he would give a jerky nod in greeting if they ever passed each other in the commons. It had even escalated to a point where, when Jirou had been sacrificed by Mina and Tohru to knock on Bakugou’s door for extra toothpaste, of all things, he didn’t slam his door in her face and scream at her to fuck off like they had seen him do to many others, but even let her grab it directly from his bathroom.
And now many months later, she was sitting at the foot of his bed. Doing homework. (Pretending.) And Bakugou, too, was doing homework. (Angrily.) Kyouka was in awe of herself.
“What, you don’t get it or something?” Bakugou threw his pencil down and pushed himself away from his desk, spinning in a lazy circle. “It's easy shit. Swear, you’re getting more like Dunce Face every day.”
She quickly picked up her loose papers and organized them, checking one of her answers quickly. “Chargedolt? He’s not the brightest, but a dim light bulb’s better than one that’s burnt out.”
“Please,” he scoffed, “If stupid was contagious you’d be so deep in quarantine it’d practically be solitary confinement.”
“Normally I’d welcome being called ‘sick’ but what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t think I haven’t seen Pikachu being all over you lately.”
Kyouka put her homework out of sight, out of mind, “I’m not suddenly best friends with Jamming Whey or anything.”
“Oh I think he wants a bit more than best friends.” Bakugou rolled his eyes and began to shove his work into his bag. “Even a fucking mole rat could see that. What, you surprised? Heh. You look like a goddamn cherry right now.”
Her cheeks were, in fact, burning, due to either Bakugou’s blunt words or to the heavily implied feelings her mind was jumping to. On one hand, Kaminari drooled over anything that moved, so long as it had a face and two legs, but then…
Kyouka never really saw him getting chatty with say Tsuyu or Tohru, did she? Granted… Tohru didn’t exactly have a visible face… or two legs.
Bakugou paused with a mildly disgusted look on his face, “Fuck, you like him, don’t you.”
“What? No I don’t, I just didn’t know that Kaminari felt that way,” Kyouka said quickly, “Assuming… he does…”
“Did you even see him at the fucking festival?” Bakugou batted his eyes, “Oh Jirou-chan! It’s so cool you can play so many instruments! Teach me how to play guitar! Oh your voice is beautiful, Jirou-chan! Jirou-chan, Jirou-chan! ”
“Oh, shut up!” Was she coming down with a fever? She had to be, there was no explanation for why she felt like she was burning up right now. “Kaminari never said half of those things!”
He snickered, “God it was fucking awful to watch. He’s had like the biggest fuckin’ crush on you since. Now get out of my room. I’m heading out.”
Kyouka’s bag was shoved towards her and she was promptly pushed out of his room, head still spinning. Kaminari, Jamming Whey, Chargedolt had a crush on her?
It couldn’t be. After all, they weren’t his type. She didn’t have the long flowing hair, the big boobs, the big butt, the head-turning appeal. Someone more like Yaomomo would be his type, in fact, Yaomomo was exactly his type. And Kyouka couldn’t exactly measure up to her, could she?
-
Without thinking, Kyouka reached over. “Your hair’s getting long,” she mused, pushing back his bangs. They fell back into place obediently, lightning streak as bold and unruffled as ever.
Kaminari lifted a hand to his hair thoughtfully, twisting the ends, “Huh? Oh, I guess it kind of is! I should cut it, hm?”
“No, it looks good. You look like a rockstar.”
“Really? Thanks!”
Kyouka smiled, “You’d have to get your guitar playing up if you want to go on tour, though.”
“Then it’ll be up to you to teach me,” he grinned back, running a hand through his hair again.
In her peripheral, Kyouka watched Bakugou turn away from them and make a gagging motion. Don’t think I haven’t seen Pikachu being all over you lately. Her smile faded and she made a halfhearted jab towards his direction. Her earphone jack returned unsuccessful.
Aizawa shuffled in and everybody returned to their seats. With a slight cough, he began: “Alright everyone, pass up your papers. Reminder that we’re having Quirk Counselling starting tomorrow, if you don’t remember when you signed up then figure it out. Alright, now let’s start where we left off yesterday, with the Japanese Quirk Revolution. Compared to other countries in Europe and the Americas, Japan was rather late in its acceptance of Quirks…”
He’s had like the biggest fuckin’ crush on you since.
They scribbled down the dates Aizawa listed on the board, trying to tune out the classes neighboring them.
“The main reason why Quirks were so controversial at that point was the existence of Mutant Quirks, since these individuals had an altered appearance to the standard of normal at the time and so they were not considered human. People with Mutant type Quirks often did not live to see adulthood, as they had altered bodies which had little to no knowledge on how to care for at the time, and they were often the victim of hate crimes. Of course, the stigma still exists today…”
Oh I think he wants a bit more than best friends.
Kyouka clicked her pen at a steady 180 bpm as the words buzzed in her head. She looked over to her left, where Bakugou was angrily taking notes. She frowned. He dropped a bomb on her yesterday and now he’s carrying on as if nothing had happened. Not cool at all.
“Jirou. Stop fidgeting,” Aizawa droned. Kyouka dropped her pen. “That doesn’t mean stop taking notes. Following the revolution, we will go more in depth on that tomorrow, in 2094, individuals with Quirks were finally recognized by the government and the first law regarding people with Quirks was passed, entailing…”
If stupid was contagious you’d-
Try as she might, Kyouka could not listen to Aizawa lecture. She stared at her barren notes. Dates lined the left with a few key words to the right, but it would be nowhere near enough for the upcoming test. They’d have to ask Yaomomo for notes after class.
The sound of popping drew her attention, and she peeked over to Kaminari. Snap. Crackle. Pop. Every few seconds, a small spark would go off. He ruffled his hair and it began to rise from the static. Kaminari’s electricity slipped out when he was stressed.
If stupid was contagious you’d be so deep in quarantine it’d practically be solitary confinement.
To her left was the root of her distress, and to her right was the root of the root of her distress.