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Midoriya walked into the common room of the dorms, eyes catching blond spikes turning the corner and into the kitchen. He followed him, meeting Kaminari and Ashido as well.
“Oh, hey Mido!” Kaminari yelled far too loudly considering the (lack-of) distance between them. Midoriya smiled.
“Hi! I came to make a sandwich or something, but whatever you guys are having smells way better.”
Kaminari and Ashido turned to each other, grinning, before turning back to Midoriya. “Yeah, Satou made us some brownies, and we were sharing with Kacchan. You can have a bite if you want, too?” Kaminari offered.
Midoriya beamed at them, already reaching over for a piece. Bakugou reached for seconds, but his hand was swatted away by Ashido.
“Ah ah ah, smaller piece than that, Deku. There’s…” she looked around before leaning in to whisper, “weed in them.” She held a finger to her lips with a wink. Bakugou’s eyes widened, “There’s WHAT?” his voice boomed across the kitchen.
“Shit, we’re so dead Mina.”
“Sorry!”
“Why the fuck did you not tell me?!”
“‘Cuz it was gonna be way funnier letting you find out yourself! Mido only gets to know because he’s way too nice for us to drug him like that!”
The steam out Bakugou’s ears was nearly visible, but Kaminari continued. “You just gotta chillax, bro. You’re always so,” he waves his hands around, “like that. And it’s Friday. Don’t gotta worry about the residuals of the high affecting your oh-so-perfect grades.”
Bakugou lightly (subjective) jabbed Kaminari’s shoulder, and then Ashido’s. “You better pray this high kicks in within the next three seconds or I swear to god I’m going to blow your heads off—” “Kacchan!” Izuku interrupted, grabbing hold of Bakugou’s wrists. “I agree they should have told you…but calm down. I’ll still take a bit if it’ll make you feel better.” Midoriya reached for a small corner of a brownie and took a bite. Rich dark chocolate melted on his tongue, but was ruined by Bakugou squeezing his cheeks.
“Open! Don’t swallow! Drugs are not allowed on campus you fucking idiot!”
Ashido giggled, nudging Midoriya. “Who is this, Iida Tenya?”
Bakugou released him with a sigh, walking over to the living room. “Whatever. How long does it even take to hit anyway?” he asked.
“About an hour. Could be more or less, so get cozy!” she flopped onto the couch beside him. Kaminari took a seat on the floor. Midoriya grabbed the TV remote and turned on the news channel.
“Why are we watching this? Put on a movie!” Kaminari whined.
“I wanna see if there’s any pro heroes on right now.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Ain’t we supposed to be relaxing? Quit watching this depressing station and just put on a damn movie! Something scary.”
Midoriya huffed, clutching the remote to his chest. “Come and get it then, ‘cuz I’m not changing it ‘til I see which pro stopped that burglary!”
“You cocky sonuvabitch!”
-
The next hour went as smoothly as one could expect any of the house arrest boys’ interactions to go. But soon enough, they settled into a peaceful silence. Too silent. Kaminari looked up at Bakugou, who had his head resting against Ashido’s shoulder. What the hell?
“Yo, Bakubro, you good?”
Bakugou’s eyes slowly peeled away from wherever he was staring off at, because it surely wasn’t the TV screen, and met Kaminari’s increasingly concerned gaze. Then, Hell froze over: the fucker snorted. He clung to Ashido, which set her giggles off, and soon enough they were all laughing at nothing. Except for one.
“Would you guys shut up? I’m trying to figure out who the killer is,” Midoriya snarked. Bakugou shot up, wobbling as he did. “That’s not nice, Izu. We’re just havin’ fun here.”
…
Kaminari and Ashido were so dead if Bakugou remembered any of this tomorrow.
Midoriya groaned. “Oh my goddd shut up! Now I have to rewind!”
The other two fell silent, but Bakugou continued to giggle. “Yur such a brat.” Sparks flew from his palms as he laughed, his control freak douchebag persona totally lost to the high. Ashido tried to scoot away, but Bakugou clutched her arm tighter.
“Heyyy, Bakugou…you, uh. You’re—eek!” Ashido managed to tear herself from his death grip before getting burned, but that didn't save the couch cushion that Bakugou caught his balance on, the scent of smoldering cotton filling the air. And of course, the ultimate stickler arrived just at that moment.
“What’s going on here?” Iida questioned. Kaminari and Ashido pointed at each other.
“It’s her fault.”
“It’s his fault.”
…
It appears Kaminari and Ashido were dead now.
Instead of yelling, Iida took quick glances at Midoriya and Bakugou. Midoriya didn’t seem too bad off, except for the potential blindness he might face from burning his retinas with his lack of blinking, eyes still glued to the TV screen. Bakugou, however…yikes. Iida could have never imagined this giddiness emanating off Bakugou, yet to his horror, it was. What the hell had they done?
“Are you all drunk?” Iida continued his interrogation.
Ashido gulped. “Uh, no. High.”
Even through her lidded eyes and shaky vision she could see Iida’s face twitch. Shit.
“But c’mon, look at Bakugou! He’s so chill right now, and it’s the weekend! Let us live a little! We’ll share some brownies with you?”
Kaminari slapped her leg. Okay, maybe offering Mr. Class Rep edibles wasn’t the brightest save, but she was barely conscious right now and that was the only plea she could think of! Iida took another look at Bakugou. Bakugou gave a shaky thumbs up. “‘M perfect right now, Glasses.”
Iida sighed. Rules are rules, but he really didn’t want to spoil their night. So…
“I’m going to act like I didn’t walk in on this, but one: don’t do this again. Two: if you do this again, then at least try to be sneaky and do it in one of your dorms! Gosh, you two really need to think before—“ “Shut up! Oh my fucking god! You’re so annoying! They’re about to reveal who did it and you’re running your mouth off faster than you could ever hope those legs to go! If you’re turning a blind eye then walk away already before Aizawa hears the fuckin’ commotion!” Midoriya shouted.
Iida’s jaw dropped, and Kaminari struggled to hold in a snicker. “Midoriya!”
Midoriya shrugged, returning his attention back to the movie. “Weird, right? It’s like the opposite of how I expected him to act. Bakugou too, sorta,” Ashido whispered so that Midoriya’s wrath would not be directed at her next.
“Yeah, like they swapped personalities,” Kaminari added.
Iida nodded, walking away silently before Midoriya’s attitude changed his mind on this rule breaking.
With that done, Kaminari stood up and headed for the kitchen. “Gonna make dinner. What’s everyone want?”
Bakugou gave a dramatic hmm, as if he had any thoughts in his head right now. Midoriya clicked his tongue, and Bakugou seemingly got louder.
“Katsudon,” Midoriya spoke first.
“Hmm, no. I want something sweet.”
“Funny. He asked each of us. And I want katsudon.”
“I don’t want katsudon, though. Let’s have gyoza.”
“That’s not even sweet you moron! Make katsudon, Kaminari.”
Ashido was caught in the middle of the boy’s argument, Kaminari standing dumbly off to the side before he fled to the kitchen. “I can make both!”
Bakugou huffed, but a smirk quickly took over his face. This little shit is enjoying pissing off Midoriya, Ashido thought.
“Why don’t you go make it yourself, Izu? I’m sure Sparky could use some help in there.”
Midoriya rolled his eyes. Bakugou huffed. “If you won’t, then I will. I’m the better cook anyway.”
Midoriya gasped, leaping up and chasing after Bakugou as he stumbled his way into the kitchen. “No way! You can barely even stand right now! I could definitely whip something up better than you.”
Oh boy, Kaminari thought. A competition, friendly or not, between these two was never a good idea. Especially nearing midnight when this all was supposed to be lowkey. Maybe he could take advantage of the tension, though.
“Hey, how about we play the who-can-be-the-quietest-helper game? It’s where you two zip it and do what I ask, and whoever wins gets a bigger portion. Sound good?” Kaminari proposed. Midoriya groaned.
“I’m not stupid.”
“‘Kay,” Bakugou mumbled.
Midoriya facepalmed, going back to the living room to sit with Ashido. “You’re too far gone.”
-
Ashido sat by herself in the living room as Kaminari and Bakugou attempted to cook. At this point, she didn’t care how good it was, she just needed something to tame the growling in her stomach that only got louder by the minute. A distraction would be nice, but she didn’t feel like getting up right now, so she turned to Midoriya. Before she could get a word out, Ashido noticed a wire connected to his phone that trailed up and under his hair. Where the hell had he gotten earbuds from?!
Whatever, she was better off bugging the other two anyway. She forced herself up and tiptoed over to the kitchen.
“Man, you reallyyy suck at this,” Bakugou teased.
“Shuddup, you’ve just been watching this whole time,” Kaminari retorted.
“W’ld you rather have a mere cut on yur finger or a blown up hand?”
“...Fair.”
“BOO!” Ashido ran up behind Kaminari and shook him by the shoulders. Before she could let go, her muscles clenched as she faced a mild zap.
“Shit, sorry! Wait, no, I’m not sorry! You’re the one that scared me!” And to prove his point, Kaminari poked Ashido and zapped her once more.
Bakugou giggled at the scene, face notably flushed like he couldn’t quite catch his breath. Tiny sparks flew off his hands, but none large enough to be worrisome.
“Blasty’s beyond the clouds,” Ashido whispered to Kaminari. Catching her drift, Kaminari cleared his throat.
“Sooo, Bakugou. Bakubro. You uh…interested in anybody?” he wiggled his eyebrows as he asked. Bakugou slowly lifted his head, having slumped over on the counter in his fit of laughter so he wouldn’t crumple in on himself. “Wha’?”
Kaminari tried again. “You know, like. Do you like like someone?”
After a brief millenia of staring off into space, Bakugou answered. “Dunno.”
Kaminari clicked his teeth, but Ashido squealed. “That’s not a no! That just means he’s been thinking about it, thinking about someone,” she attempted to whisper, but it was clearly louder than intended if Midoriya’s “shut the fuck up I can hear you through my headphones” was anything to go by. Luckily, Bakugou was back to counting sheep.
“I think you’re gonna have to carry him to his dorm,” Ashido huffed.
“You’re literally on the same floor as him. You will be carrying him.”
“But!” Ashido batted her eyelashes,” I’m just a helpless little girl. There’s no way I could carry more than a feather. A big, strong man like you shouldn’t have any trouble with the task though, hm?”
Kaminari rolled his eyes. “You beat my ass yesterday in training, cut the act. Let’s eat quick and then head back to our rooms, or else Class Rep will seriously kill us.”
-
Sometime during Kaminari and Ashido’s argument, Midoriya snuck back to his room. The two had hardly noticed as their attention was on the whining brat in front of them.
“I don’t wannaaaaaaaa–” “Bakugou I’m going to drop you off at Aizawa’s doorstep and let you get five million detentions if you don’t get on my back right now.”
Kaminari snickered at the sight. Ashido had started off with polite attempts at asking Bakugou to let her carry him, but it quickly turned into death threats masked as Bakugou threw a fit.
“I don’t wanna go back,” he pleaded, now clinging onto Kaminari as a lifeline. Kaminari gently hugged him back before pushing him away. “Dude, we’re never letting you live this down.”
Finally, Bakugou surrendered, staggering his way over to Ashido. He only bumped into one corner of the counter as he did, a feat of the night.
“Okay Bambi, let’s get you to bed.”
-
Ashido lowered Bakugou onto his bed. “There you go, just sleep,” she cooed.
Bakugou’s eyes fluttered open despite his evident exhaustion. He gripped the hem of her tank top.
“Stay.”
“C’mon, you’re barely conscious. Don’t you wanna sleep?”
He shook his head lightly, face scrunching like it took all his effort to do that. Feeling the weak pull on her shirt, she took a seat at the edge of Bakugou’s bed. His grip remained steady.
“So, what do you wanna talk about?”
“Whatever,” Bakugou mumbled.
Ashido glared at him. “Real helpful Mr. Please-stay-I’m-begging-you,” she thought for a moment before continuing, “When are you gonna decide on a hero name?”
“Already have one,” he announced too proudly. Ashido laughed, ruffling his hair. “I don’t recall Great Explosion Murder being approved by Midnight.”
Bakugou bared his teeth in a shit-eating grin. “Nah, not that. Got a better one.”
“Oh really? What is it then?”
“Can’t say yet. Gotta tell Jeanist first.”
“Well alrighty then.”
Soon enough, Ashido couldn’t feel Bakugou holding onto her anymore, his grasp relaxed into an open palm against her lower back. She stood up to head back to her room, but couldn’t help taking one last look at Bakugou. The lack of creases between his eyebrows, smoothed over by moonlight, and the slightly parted mouth that had bore no warning for the curses that could (and would) fly out at any second. In the span of time it took her to reach the door, he had grabbed a pillow in his sleep, pressing it to his chest. It was the most at ease she’d ever seen him. She hoped that tomorrow he might carry this peace with him, or least welcome more hugs. She definitely knew her arms would always be open for him.