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Here’s the thing about waking up in the middle of the night and wandering around the dorm building- you find out things you’re not supposed to.
In all fairness, your random trips to the kitchen are not planned nor have you purposely gone out and scout for secrets that are not for your ears- you’re not Mineta, that disgusting grape idiot- no, for you, it’s always a case of ‘wrong place, wrong time’
The number of bizarre events you have seen are adding up, you can barely recount them all, sometimes even chalking up the weird things you have seen as sleep deprivation.
You once saw Mina and Sero smoking in the kitchen, the overpowering smell of weed filling your senses and when they offered you some, you refused their offer politely, claiming that you just wanted to get some water and go back to sleep.
(Sero spent the next few days awkwardly eying you, a question about whether or not you'd ever join them on the tip of his tongue that has never found the light of day)
You remember seeing Midoriya hacking away at a giant cake by himself, cheeks filled to the brim with pastry. When he stared at you wide-eyed and caught in the act, he offered you some. You took a fork and ate with him.
The weirdest event you had ever seen was Todoroki attempting to fry bacon and eggs on his bare chest. It’s for science, he claimed and you had nodded slowly before taking a piece of bacon from him, you’re such a funny dude, you said but approved of the bacon’s crispiness.
The worst event though? Probably the one you just stumbled into right now.
You stumble through the halls sleepily, blearily rubbing your eyes. The crick in your neck seems to get worse with each passing minute and you roll your neck around and around in hopes of relieving the pain.
Your water bottle swings around in your hand wildly, the cool metal making you jolt every time it touches your pale thighs.
You’re too caught up in making your footsteps as light as possible so you don’t disturb your classmates and ow, I should not have slept on my desk, my math homework isn’t even finished to notice the angry shouting that’s coming from the kitchen as you turn the knob.
“You’re not listening to me, again!”
“Don’t fucking start that shit with me, you knew before we even started dating that my dream comes first”
“I just want to spend time with you, why is that so hard for you to understand?”
“You’re-”
The door swings open when you push it but the bright lights make you blink in surprise before lifting your head and meeting the two boy’s gazes as they stare in shock upon your arrival. You gape at them, mouth falling open at the sight of Kirishima’s tear stricken face and Bakugou’s pink nose.
It doesn’t help that you barely know either of them. The only thing you really remember about the two of them was Bakugou’s foul mouth and Kirishima’s easygoing smile- a complete contrast to his shark teeth.
You only come back to life when the door hits you as it closes shut and you wince, rubbing the back of your head.
“Sorry! I didn’t realize you guys were in here, I just wanted to get some water,” You raise your water bottle quickly so they learn you’re not lying and when neither of them responds to you, you laugh nervously before ducking your head. “I can just get water some other time though, sorry to interrupt”
Before you can back out the door and make a hasty getaway - you’ll just have to fill your bottle up with the water from the bathroom sink, desperate times call for desperate measures- Kirishima wipes his face clean of tears and smiles at you softly, the smile you had grown accustomed to seeing on him.
“It’s fine,” he takes a step forward and pulls you back into the room. Your gut lurches when you hear Bakugou inhale sharply at the contact. “You can fill up your water bottle, Bakugou and I are done here”
The weight of his words carries a double meaning, Bakugou narrowing his eyes at Kirishima’s figure when he breezes out the door and you clutch your metal bottle tight in your hands.
The door swings shut and you’re left alone with an angry Bakugou and a tense silence that fills the space between you two. You keep your eyes trained on the ground, biting your lip as you contemplate whether you should go or just suck it up and fill up your bottle and deal with the consequences of an angry Bakugou later.
The urge to leave is much stronger than your thirst and you mumble a small farewell before fumbling for the doorknob.
It opens noisily, creaking loudly against its hinges and you are barely out the door when you hear the sniffle behind you and your heart drops in your chest. You peer behind your shoulder slowly, hesitantly because Bakugou might just blast you into the next year if he catches you watching him cry and your lips twist in pity at the way his tears stream down his cheeks violently and the tips of his nose turning red with each angry swipe he takes at it.
His eyes snap up to yours and he bristles nervously under your gaze. “Why the fuck are you still here? If you tell anyone about this, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk ever again” he snaps and if he wasn’t so busy trying not to let his snot run over, you might have been more intimidated.
You inhale deeply before turning back into the kitchen swiftly, letting your water bottle clatter onto the table in front of Bakugou.
He watches you carefully, eyes blurring over as you flit to and from various places from the kitchen when he remembers the way Kirishima had walked away.
Bakugou blinks when you reappear in front of him -albeit rather nervously- and place a small mug in front of him, steam rising from the rim.
“It’s tea,” you tell him, before widening your eyes the slightest at the sight of the clock on the wall behind him, “but it doesn’t have caffeine! I know you have this really strict sleep schedule or something, I think maybe Sero mentioned it once before but yeah!”
You grin at him, bright and warm and Bakugou resists the urge to squint at how similar it reminds him of Kirishima’s. You’re rambling on and on, he can’t care to pay attention to what you’re saying as he takes another glance at the mug you’ve placed in front of him. You push it closer to him, encouraging him to take it and you hesitate before grabbing his hands and forcing them around the cup.
Your smile widens when he doesn’t pull his hand away from you and grab your water bottle in front of him.
Before he can say anything else to you, you’re already bidding him good night with the door closing shut behind you.
Bakugou furrows his eyebrows as the lump in his throat grows stronger at the words you leave with him.
It’s okay to be hurting
x.
God, you hate it here.
Okay, that was a lie, you didn’t hate it here. You hated the lack of sleep you had gotten after catching the end of Bakugou and Kirishima’s fight and wondering if either of them were okay.
You rest your hand against your palm as your classmates file in, each one sporting their own look of fatigue and it makes you feel slightly better knowing your classmates were all struggling to wake up too.
Midoriya thrusts a cup of iced coffee in your face and you lean backward. “Thank you?” You take it from him with a soft smile and hum as he takes his seat next to you.
“You looked worse than normal when I saw you this morning so I thought I’d grab you something to drink to wake you up”
“Awh, thank you!” You beam at him, slipping the straw into your mouth before you pause. Did he just say ‘worse than normal?’ You whip your head around to face him, hair bouncing in your haste and he stares right back at you, wide-eyed.
“Did you just fucking call me ugly?”
“What?” His face turns red as he realizes his mistake, his hands frantically shaking in front of him because no, that wasn’t what I meant! You’re really pretty all the time and I just thought you needed a little pick me up, you’re really pretty! I mean, you’re not my type but- wait, that wasn’t what I meant to say
You let him ramble shamelessly, digging himself into a deeper hole while you sip on the straw, thoroughly amused by his patchy red face.
The door slams open and you jump in your seat before glancing at the door. You grip the drink in your hands a little tighter, the plastic cup denting from the strength and it sweats onto your dry desk, making a small puddle underneath it. Bakugou’s red eyes swipe once throughout the classroom as though scoping out for someone and stops when it lands on you.
You stare right back at him, heart racing wildly in your chest at the accusing glare he gives you. He narrows his eyes as though waiting for you to say something and you panic, what did he want you to say?
A tense moment passes, while Midoriya whips his head back and forth from you and Bakugou, silently questioning what was going on.
You swallow nervously before smiling sweetly and raise your hand in greeting, “Good morning”. You’re not quite sure what kind of response you were expecting but you relax your shoulders when Bakugou nods in response before walking to his seat.
“Did something happen between you guys?” Midoriya asks and you only shake your head, slipping the straw back in between your teeth
“Nope, nothing at all”
The morning kicks off without another problem once Aizawa walks in, even as he eyes your coffee and you stick your tongue out in response before holding it out in front of you earnestly, inviting him to take a sip and he rolls his eyes at you and refuses.
You pretend not to feel the way someone’s eyes are burning into the back of your skull.
x.
“I have a proposition for you”
Bakugou slams his hand in front of you, pushing your phone towards the table and you stare up at him through your lashes, mouth still open from trying to shove a forkful of chicken rice through it.
“Wha d’you wan”
He looks disgusted as you talk through your spoonful, glaring disapprovingly and you swallow before repeating yourself. “What do you want?”
“For starters,” He throws a napkin at you and you hastily catch it in your hands, “for you to have better manners. Who the fuck talks to someone with their mouth full?”
You glare at him before picking up your bento, “Go talk to someone else about your proposition than”
“Wait,” He groans, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from leaving, “I’m sorry”
He glares at you when you stifle your laughter at him apologizing to you.
“Why do you look like you’re constipated when you’re apologizing?” You tease, sitting back in your seat. Before he can open his mouth to protest, you wave your hand and put another piece of chicken into your mouth. “What do you want from me?”
For a moment, it almost seems as though he’s hesitating and you narrow your eyes suspiciously at the way he avoids your gaze and the red hue of his cheeks. What could possibly make the Bakugou Katsuki, nervous? You put a piece of lettuce in your mouth, chewing away thoughtfully. Maybe he just wanted to ask you to keep your mouth shut over what you saw last night. Yeah, you nod to yourself as you wait for him to speak, that seems about right
You’re too caught up in your thinking to realize Bakugou has finished talking, staring at you expectantly. You look back at him when he steals your dinner away, even taking it one step further and snatching your chopsticks out of your hand.
“Hey!”
“Were you even listening to what I said?”
“... yeah?”
He scoffs at your meek attempt to defend yourself, “Whatever. Just open up your damn ears now because I ain’t saying it again after this”
“Look, if it’s about what I saw last night, you don’t have to worry because I won’t tell any-”
“Be my girlfriend”
“Motherfucker what?”