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In the back of my mind, you died. And I didn’t even cry, no not a single tear. And I’m sick of waiting patiently for someone that won’t even arrive.
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Years, it took him years to get to the spot he had. Years of insults and bullying and never being good enough. Years of trying so damn hard to even be considered to be a player in their one sided game. Years of feeling like a god damn burden. And yet, Kirishima did it in a matter of mere months . Midoriya wouldn’t consider himself jealous, but astonished? He was unsure how Kirishima had become Bakugou’s number one so easily and so quickly when it’d taken him so much longer.
“You okay?” Todoroki asked, catching Midoiya’s stare. He followed the green haired boy’s line of sight to Kirishima and Bakugou in the kitchen. Kirishima laughed hysterically, leaning his head on Bakugou’s shoulder while Bakugou cooked.
“Fine, let’s keep going.” Midoriya said, turning his head and looking back down at the English homework they were assigned. Midoriya showed him how to do the homework, only being interrupted by footsteps into the common room.
“Deku, I made you food.” Bakugou said, setting a bowl down in front of Midoriya.
“Thank you.” He said, concentrating on helping Todoroki instead of the bowl of food in front of him.
“You need to eat, nerd, take a break.”
“I’ll be in my room doing homework. Thanks for the food, Bakubro!” Kirishima yelled before walking off towards the elevators.
“Roki! Whatcha doin’!” Sero asked, walking into the common room.
“Look, now you can take a break and eat.” Bakugou said, nudging Midoriya with his foot.
“Knock it off, Kachaan, I’ll eat later.” Midoriya spoke back, elbowing Bakugou’s leg.
“Midoriya and I are doing the English homework. I’m a bit stuck.”
“Oh cool! Do you think you can show me how to do it after you learn from Midoriya?’ Sero asked, nudging Todoroki softly.
“Why don’t you learn it from Midoriya?” Todoroki asked, looking over innocently at Sero.
“Oh, I guess I could.” Zero said with a humorless laugh. Todoroki just smiled at him, continuing at chat away as if he hadn't just rejected Sero in some sense.
“Get your stuff and I’ll help you too.” Midoriya said, continuing to stare at his work. He wasn’t able to concentrate very easily anymore, all focus being gone.
“He’ll help after he fucking eats.” Bakugou spoke, losing his patience bit by bit.
“Fuck off.” Midoriya scoffed.
“What the fuck is your problem, Deku?” Bakugou asked with an annoyed eye roll.
“You won’t leave me the fuck alone.” Midoriya responded.
“I think I’ll go with you to get your homework.” Todoroki spoke softly, standing up and following Sero out of the room.
“Eat and I’ll leave you alone.” Bakugou said with an annoyed exhale. Midoriya groaned before picking up the bowl and showing a piece of the Katsudon in his mouth with his chopsticks.
“Happy?” Midoriya asked, mouth full. He tried to ignore the pang in his stomach at the food intake and how good it tasted.
“Finish it, nerd. I made it for you for a fucking reason. Don’t fucking waste it.”
“Fucking fine.” Midoriya complied, moving from his seated position on the floor and sitting next to Bakugou’s perched position on the arm rest of the couch. He started eating, Bakugou eating with him.
“What’s your problem today anyway. You seem extra bitchy.” Bakugou asked after a few beats of silence.
“I have homework.”
“Try again, you love homework.”
“You don’t know shit.”
“Try again, I know you better than anyone in these damn dorms. What the fuck is your deal?”
“Mind your business, Kachaan.” Midoriya mumbled.
“Whatever.” Bakugu scoffed. Silence lingered between them. Midoriya knew, he just knew , Bakugou drops absolutely fucking nothing.
“No because what the fuck is actually your problem? Is it me and shitty hair?”
“And if it is?" Midoriya spoke before his brain to mouth filter could, you know, do its fucking job .
“You have a damn problem with me and shitty hair?” Bakugou deadpanned.
“Back to homework.” Midoriya said, shoving the empty bowl in Bakugou’s vicinity before setting it on the table in front of him.
“What the fuck is your issue between me and shitty hair?! We’re just fucking friends, dumbass!”
“That’s the god damn point! We’ll talk about this later , Kachaan.” Midoriya said, leaving no room for arguments. Bakugou rolled his eyes and swiped the bowl from the table, taking them to the kitchen to rinse. He stormed off up to Midoriya’s dorm room to wait patiently, knowing they couldn’t have this conversation in his own since he was sharing a wall with the “problem” in question. Midoriya knew it too, but he chose to focus on his homework in silence instead, ignoring how his eyes burned with unshed tears.
So, maybe he was a tad jealous.