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Mina sighed as soon as she slid her door closed. Leaning against it before pushing herself away and slapping on a dazzling grin, “Alright girls! How do you all wanna start girls’ night?”
“A movie would be nice,” Momo said, leaning against the bed. “ Mamma Mia ?”
“Ooo, or To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before ?” Uraraka twisted away from the desk where she had been finishing setting up a few snacks.
Tsu put a finger to her chin, “ 16 Candles , ribbit?”
“ Grease is on Netflix too,” Jirou threw out, fiddling with her jacks.
“ Grease !” Hagakure and Mina exclaimed at the same time. They looked at each other and burst into laughter, the other four girls not far behind.
Mina sat on her bed next to Jirou and brought the movie up. Once it started playing, the popcorn and other snacks were passed around.
After about halfway through, the girls heard stomping from the floor above. Mina was used to Bakugo telling her to be quiet around this time of night so she reached over to the baseball bat by her head board and slammed it a couple times on her ceiling. There was one more loud stomp and an explosion.
“He really needs to chill,” Jirou sighed, snuggling further into Momo’s side where she had ended up after her bathroom break. “It’s 7pm on a weekend.”
Mina checked the time and frowned at the clock. It was 7pm; usually Blasty went to bed at 8pm. Why an hour early tonight? She shrugged it off. If it’s a problem, Kiribabe will deal with him . The rest of the movie was uneventful, though they had run out of popcorn and Mina’s ‘Secret Girls’ Night’ edible cookie dough.
“I always forget how fun that movie is!” Uraraka exclaimed, floating into the air and stretching. Mina could hear a few good pops before Tsu wrangled the girl with her tongue and pulled her back to Earth.
Hagakure’s phone shot into the air and waved around. “Oh, I made us a playlist! Do you guys want to do masks and hair?” The invisible girl’s voice rang out.
“You know where the speaker is girl, go right on ahead,” Mina pointed finger guns at Hagakure and smiled. Man, she really needed to spend less time with Kaminari.
“Yea!” Uraraka smiled too, “How about hair first?” She turned quickly to Momo, “ Please can I do your hair this time?”
Momo giggled and turned so her back was to the other girl and unclipped her ponytail, “Of course Ochako, brush it first?”
Uraraka scoffed, “Of course Momo, brush?”
Mina snatched and tossed the brush on her bedside table to Uraraka who caught it without even looking. She went straight into concentration mode.
Mina turned to where Hagakure was, “May I do yours Toru?” Mina saw her clothes shift and weight lean against her legs.
“Yes please!” the girl answered and that was all Mina needed before she too was zoning everything besides the music out.
Near the end of the braid, Mina heard stomping coming down the hall, “Huh I wonder what tha-” she was cut off by her own bedroom door slamming open.
“What the hell Raccoon Eyes!!??!” Bakugo shouted, storming in with small explosions already coming from his palms. “I thought you and I had an agreement about the noise thing!”
Mina pursed her lips, taking her time to finish Hagakure’s braid and put a little rainbow clip she pulled from somewhere into the baby hairs she could feel on the other girl’s forehead.
“Well, yea, obviously,” she huffed, getting up and putting her hands on her hips, “But it’s not even 8pm on a Saturday! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Her finger was wagging in Bakugo’s face now, pushing him back a couple steps. “Or do you just want an excuse to get acid in your face?”
Bakugo sneered at her, looking around at the other girls, “Shit, it’s girls’ night?” Mina nodded and she could only assume the others did too. Bakugo ran a hand down his face before side-stepping the pink girl and going towards the speaker where Hagakure’s phone was, “At least play better music.”
“Hey!” Uraraka called out, stumbling upwards and lunging at Bakugo. He put a hand out, catching her face as she tried to get at him. He calmly scrolled on the somehow unlocked phone for a second before Everybody Talks by Neon Trees started playing. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHEd9utjZZg )
Mina just stared as Bakugo had the decency to look embarrassed. “Whatever, just, keep it down, ok?” He started to walk out of the room before Tsu caught him around the waist with her tongue. “Get your damn tongue off of me, Frogger!” Bakugo exclaimed, wrestling with the appendage.
“Stay,” Jirou said, talking for the girl whose hair she was just finishing, “You’re here just in time for masks anyways.” Bakugo blanched and went to turn, but Mina was between him and the door.
“Oh no, Blasty, you won't get out of this easily," Mina knew the smile that was on her face was on just the wrong side of villainous. “You came barging in here after all, why not stay?” She heard the other girls agree as she stared down the angry blonde.
“Tch,” Was the blonde’s only reply, letting himself be turned and pushed back towards the side of the bed by Mina. “Whatever, just make sure the music’s good.”
Uraraka giggled, hands still working through Momo’s hair while Jirou turned a snarky smile towards Bakugo, “Didn’t think you had it in you to stay.” Mina’s lip curled up at the slight challenge but she tilted her head to the side in confusion when Bakugo barely even reacted, the only tell he had heard being a half-hearted explosion as the blonde flopped to the ground.
He crossed his legs together and leaned against the bed, eyes closed and head back so he was facing the ceiling. Mina’s jaw dropped and she looked around at the other girls to see their reactions. Each one was in a separate state of disbelief, Uraraka’s face was twisted in a frown while Momo’s hand hovered near the hem of her shirt like she was thinking about making something to try and cheer up the boy. Jirou had taken Momo’s other hand and was squeezing it, worry clear on her face. Tsu had a finger to her chin and head tilted and even though Mina couldn’t see Hagakure, the clothes she wore were leaned back like even she couldn’t believe it.
Mina steeled her nerves. Blasty was her friend after all, and she had said he should stay, it was only right to know what had the normally angry boy depressed . Before she could speak though, Bakugo righted himself and glared at each of them in turn, “I don’t wanna fuckin talk about it.” He finished by leveling Mina with his best death glare, “Now get your ass down here so I can do your hair Raccoon Eyes.”
Mina only hesitated for a moment before plopping herself down in front of Bakugo’s crossed legs, grabbing the hair brush from Uraraka’s outstretched hand and giving it to Bakugo. She sighed and relaxed as the first soft brush went between her horns. It had been a while since their last girl’s night and Mina always loved people playing with her hair. Bakugo being good at it was a nice surprise. He twisted and pulled but never too hard and soon he was asking Tsu to hand him a couple of hair ties.
At some point, Mina had closed her eyes and just relaxed into it, letting Bakugo do what he was going to, and when she opened them again, all the girls were looking at her (or maybe Bakugo) in awe. She reached up and felt her hair; it had been Dutch braided around her horns and came together in a fishtail towards the bottom. A smile pulled her lips and she whipped around, throwing her arms around Bakugo’s waist, “Thank you Blasty! This is awesome.”
“Tch, whatever Pinky, it’s just a braid,” Bakugo huffed, pushing her away from him.
Momo laughed a bit at the exchange, her hair was now in a pretty french braid thanks to Uraraka. “I’m going to put on the Great British Bakeoff, all good?” There was a variety of agreements and the TV started the show, while Mina stood to get her nail polish.
She came back and scattered the polish on the floor, each girl choosing the one they wanted. Mina picked up a pretty sparkle polish and a black base, sitting by Bakugo’s side. “You did my hair, I do your nails,” She stated.
The pink girl honestly expected more push back, but Bakugo just huffed, letting her grab his hand and pull it towards her. She shrugged and started with the black polish.
“Ah,” Hagakure sighed from her position on the floor. The green mask she had put on her face refined her features more; Hagakure always thought it looked a little funny (Mina agreed), “Paul Hollywood is my American crush.”
“He’s British,” Bakugo deadpanned, eyes still focused on the show.
Mina snickered and Jirou chimed in, “Also, do you have eyes? Ruby’s in this season!”
“That’s just because you like girls more, dear,” Momo laughed, tugging Jirou into her. They laughed together and Jirou kissed Momo’s cheek.
“Gross, ribbit,” Tsu teased, sticking out her tongue towards the couple. She was laying across Uraraka’s lap as the gravity hero did her nails in a neon green polish.
Bakugo didn’t even flinch as he switched his hands around before Mina could ask. She did however have a different question in mind for the blonde, “What’s your preference Blasty?” She almost thought she had an idea, but she really wanted to see how far her luck would hold out tonight (she really needed to stop hanging out with Kaminari).
“Not any of those extras,” was Bakugo’s immediate response, eyes rolling like he couldn’t believe that was the question.
“Ooo, wait,” Hagakure shuffled around and the show paused. “Hottest in our class, go!”
“Momo.”
“Jirou.” The girls all laughed, expecting those answers.
“I think Deku is cute,” Uraraka’s voice was a squeak and Tsu ribbited as her hand swayed, putting polish on the frog girl’s finger instead of nail.
“Deku?” Bakugo turned as best he could without disturbing Mina’s hold on his hand. It was like he had never thought about it before and he repeated, “ Deku ?”
It was Mina’s turn to roll her eyes, “Yeah, he is actually pretty cute. But that’s cute . If I were picking hottest,” she trailed off and she could feel her cheeks heat up a touch. Because if she were being completely honest, Bakugo would be her first pick on the hotness scale for their class.
Tsu had no such qualms about things like embarrassment, “Bakugo, ribbit.” Bakugo faced forwards again and Mina could see the flush start to rise on his cheeks. Aw, he’s cute too , she thought with a smile.
“Damn right,” He muttered, scrunching himself up to hide the red. “I’m way hotter than all those other extras.”
“There’s gotta be someone you think is hot,” Hagakure said and Mina thanked every god ever for her friend. “Or even cute?”
Bakugo didn’t respond for a second, but his lips pressed into a fine line and he looked towards the ground. After a few seconds of tense silence from everyone in the room (Mina had even stopped putting the sparkles on Bakugo’s nails while waiting for the response), Bakugo grumbled, “If any of this shit gets out of this room, I’ll know who to murder, got it?”
Mina couldn’t help her jaw from dropping and a smile forming, probably as some form of panic response. “Well duh,” she laughed, covering her still open mouth with the back of her hand, “What happens during girls’ night stays at girls’ night.”
“You’re safe here Bakugo,” Momo reached out a tentative hand to the blond’s shoulder and when it didn’t get blasted away, she squeezed his shoulder a bit.
Uraraka also smiled and ruffled his hair from where she could reach behind him. “Yeah, and if someone does tell, I’ll help you beat ‘em up.” Uraraka’s feral glare was almost as bat-shit as Bakugo’s.
Bakugo grumbled out something. “Couldn’t hear you Blasty, try again,” Jirou teased, twirling one of her jacks. “Cat got your tongue?”
Bakugo huffed and glared at the musician. “Shitty Hair. I fucking said it was Shitty Hair,” he nearly growled. The effect was lost though as his face got even redder.
“Fuck it,” he cursed, letting his head fall back onto the bed again. Uraraka looked like she was going to intervene, but Blasty seemed like he wasn’t done. “He’s just fucking hot, and have you noticed he never wears a fucking shirt? Like, if he can get away from it, there’s no shirt! It’s so, ugh,” Bakugo sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before starting to gesture with it, “I can’t even fucking focus around him and Sparkplug, fucking Sparkplug says I should just ‘say something because that’s what I did with Toshi!’ like Eijirou’s anything like Mind Fuck. FUCK!” He finished with a shout that had all the girls just staring at him, wide eyed and in shock.
Mina was the first to recover, snatching back Bakugo’s hand to continue painting it, “I think Kami’s right,” she started, keeping her eyes focused on her work. Internally, she was screaming. I knew it was Kirishima!! Hell yeah, Sero owes me 200 yen! “You just need to talk to him about it, nothing good comes out of stewing in emotions.”
“Thought that’s probably what you’re best at,” Jirou sniped right after, not giving Bakugo a chance to explode again. “Emotional constipation is kinda your thing.”
Bakugo looked ready to actually use his quirk now and Mina slapped at his wrist, “Don’t mess up the polish! It’s not dry yet.”
“Besides,” Tsu started, “Aren’t you two already dating, ribbit?”
Another silence stretched through the room, broken when Mina couldn’t keep her laughter at bay and Blasty had finally had enough, setting off a none-too-small explosion. “What the hell Frogger?!” He yelled, cheeks once again crimson, “Why the fuck would you think that?”
Uraraka laughed too, hand coming up to cover her mouth, “Well, you always hang out together!”
“And his nicknames are a lot meaner,” Hagakure added with a light laugh.
“You’re always staring at him,” Jirou pointed out with a smug grin.
“And you won’t tutor anyone else privately,” Momo smiled.
Bakugo sputtered out a, “What the fuck,” before slamming his head back against the bed, “Fucking stupid alright, yeah, ok. So I should just,” he paused, looking towards Mina, she was wiping tears away from laughing so hard, “talk to him?”
Mina could only nod and smile, letting Bakugo have his hand back. “And no time like the present really, go get your mans Blasty!” She chuckled again and pushed his shoulder to let him know she was serious.
Bakugo rubbed at his face again and sighed, “Why am I friends with you.”
“Because you love me,” Mina sing-songed, standing up and catching Bakugo’s hand to pull him up too. “Now, what are you going to say?”
Bakugo looked like he was going to combust again as he got dragged, “I like you Shitty Hair?”
“I think maybe using his name would be best,” Momo suggested in her soft voice which Mina recognized as the one she used with Kaminari and Sero when the two weren’t getting a particularly easy question. It made her cover her mouth as she giggled.
Bakugo growled a bit and clenched his jaw, “I like you, Kirishima.”
“There ya go Blasty, now go get ‘im!” Mina squealed, pushing the blond towards and out the door, which Hagakure had pulled open. “I expect pictures!”
“What the he-” Hagakure slid the door shut in Bakugo’s face, successfully cutting off his protest.
“I can’t believe that!” She squealed and the girls resettled and Great British Bake Off got started again.
It was another few hours before the girls were all settling for bed, the season of the show finished and the futons brought out, when Mina’s phone chimed with a message.
🖕 tell Cheeks I’ll spar with her on Wednesday
Mina rolled her eyes and clicked on the attached image, almost dropping her phone in surprise. Bakugo had sent her a picture of him and Kirishima. He was pinned underneath the sleeping red-head and while he still looked murderous, Mina could almost see a smile on his face.
“Kaminari owes me 500 yen!”