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“You woke me from my sleep to tell me this?” Bakugou scowled at the girl in front of him.
“Oh it’s 9 PM suck it up!” Mina hissed. “Think about it! What else can he have in that room?”
“I don’t care.” He slammed the door in her face.
She grumbled and pouted, then brought out her phone with a text message, just now remembering that she asked Tokage what class B were doing for the upcoming culture festival.
[Tokageee<33]
Take a wild guess Ashido
We’re doing another play
Because Monoma wants to
And we have no opinion
Righttt
Say,
You’re not struggling with costumes, right?
No
Wigs though…
Say no more
You got a place to recommend?
I got a place to experiment.
“Wigs?” Denki raised an eyebrow, confused on why Kendo was all of a sudden knocking on his door, Yaomomo behind her, being the one who led her here.
“Yes. For our play.” Kendo smiled, hands behind her back with the most innocent expression on her face as if Mina didn’t let her in on what was happening. “I know Monoma isn’t the friendliest to you guys, but the culture festival was never a competition, right? I’m sure you can help us. Do you know any place that sells good wigs?”
Denki grinned. “I don’t need to! Come on in.”
Kendo’s eyes widened for a moment. Despite agreeing on this, the more responsible side of her thought this was never going to be true, but here she was, being led into Denki’s room where he approached a drawer at his desk.
He opened it and got out wigs. See, that was…obviously what was going to happen, but it was still crazy that it was happening.
“I have some extravagant ones.” He spoke. “Like, crazy colors and stuff. Pick your soldier.”
“Th-thank you, Kaminari.” Kendo sat on the ground across from the blond, looking over the wigs.
Yaomomo blinked behind Kendo, also in disbelief. “Why do you have wigs?”
“We’ve all been kids before, so what if I liked to take some from my mom’s room?”
“R-right…” Even Mina had her doubts that he was going to have them, but he did.
“These two are actually…perfect.” Kendo held two wigs in each hand.
“Feel free.”
“Yeah…” Kendo started to get up. “We’ll take those if you don’t mi-” half way through standing up, she got her shirt stuck on the corner of Denki’s gaming chair’s hand rest, and without realizing it, she had gotten up too fast and the last button popped off, flying under Denki’s bed.
“Oh no!” The blond stood up. Sighing, he spoke. “I really hate to break this to you, Kendo, but something that small going under my bed is gone and lost forever. It’s…something…down there.”
Kendo smiled. “That’s okay, don’t worry about it. It’s just one last button, I could-”
Denki shook his head. “I can help you.” With that declaration, he went over to his bed and lifted up the mattress, pushing his hand in as he searched for something. They heard the rustling of something like a plastic bag before Denki pulled out a resealable sandwich bag. Filled with buttons. He dropped it on the floor and went back in to search for something. “There.” A sewing kit.
The two girls stood in silence, shock, and disbelief as Denki started to handpick some buttons and compare them to the ones on Kendo’s shirt. Until he found one perfect size and color.
“May I?”
There was no response. But a nod.
Soon enough Kendo left the room with two wigs in her hand and a perfectly fine shirt. Yaomomo murmured a thanks and left as well.
“What?!” Mina exclaimed, staring at the props in Kendo’s hand.
Bakugou just seemed more annoyed at seeing this. The Dunce’s room was pissing him off, for no reason.
“Ashido…” Kendo carefully said. “He has a plastic bag full of buttons under his mattress.”
She left. Leaving 2-A to ponder about this alone.
“Ok, so this is how it’s gonna go.” Mina held Kirishima by the arms, trying to get him to focus on her.
“Ashido…I really don’t think-”
“Shh!” She stopped him. “I don’t wanna hear it. You were there when Kendo told us about his wigs and buttons, and if you can’t tell, I’m willing to make Denki reveal everything in his room before he catches me off guard again.”
He sighed. “I can tell.”
“Good. Now, you’re going to enter, and you’re going to say ‘Hey man, I don’t think a normal punching bag is suitable for my training anymore, I keep ripping it with my quirk, do you have anything that can be more fitting to my hardening?’ understand?”
Kirishima looked at her, unimpressed. “I don’t appreciate the excessively deep voice you made while saying my dialogue.”
“That’s not the point!” Mina pushed him towards the door.
“How’s he supposed to help anyway?!”
“ That’s the point!”
Kirishima sighed and knocked on the door.
“Come on in.” Denki’s muffled voice said.
Kirishima twisted the door knob and walked in, Mina behind him. “Hey man-”
“Hey guys.”
Very casual.
So casual to say, right? “Hey guys” is the appropriate response to your friends entering your room.
Now good luck finding an appropriate response to this.
“Why are you sitting on a hollow tire?”
Denki’s legs were over the tire itself as his back rested against its other side, he was inside the hollow space itself, scrolling on his phone.
“Better question,” The blond replied. “What do you need?”
Better question? Debatable.
“Uhm-”
Mina nudged Kirishima harshly, refusing defeat.
“Uhh, I need something to help me train my punches because my punching bag keeps getting ripped.”
Denki sniffled and thought for a moment. “Hmm…well, I have nothing that can directly help you…”
Mina smirked.
Victory.
“But,”
She frowned.
Denki got off the tire and walked over to the shelf next to his desk, getting a cookie tin from there.
“Is that a-”
“Patience.” He opened it to reveal rocks. Rocks .
He started picking them out and arranging them to form a big rectangle. “Your quirk is tough, dude. Pun intended. So I don’t think there’s anything existent to help you with your problem. If you take these to Awase from 2-B, he can weld them into a good punching…rectangle, for you.” He put them back neatly in the cookie tin and handed the heavy tin to the redhead. “Here you go.”
Kirishima smacked his lips. “That’s…creative.”
“Thank you.”
“Why do you collect rocks?”
Denki sighed and rolled his eyes. “You people and your questions.”
“Us?!” Mina exploded. “This isn’t normal! Why are you criticizing our questions as if every person in the world does this?! At least answer the tire thing!”
Denki groaned. “My beanbag is getting deflated and uncomfortable to sit on, so I’m using a tire until I refill it.”
How logical. Right?
Kirishima gulped. “Fill it with what?”
Denki laughed. “EPS beans, obviously.”
“And where are you getting that?”
“A box in my closet is filled with them.”
Mina facepalmed. “Your closet has everything but clothes.”
Denki giggled. “Touché.” He stretched. “Well, since I already got off the tire…” He went to his closet to get the box of EPS beans and zipped his beanbag open, filling it to throw the box back in there, taking the tire and hiding behind the closet.
Denki walked back to plop down on his bed. “Anything else?”
The question felt mocking. Though it wasn’t.
“This isn't over.” Mina crossed her arms.
Denki tilted his head in confusion. “Huh?”
“This isn’t over!”
“Four books?!” Denki clapped, making Eri giggle and jump happily at his door, Midoriya next to her. “You finished four books of Diary of a Wimpy Kid?! You are so smart!” He moved out of the way to let them in. “Come, pick some other book to read!”
As Eri made it into Denki’s room, followed by Midoriya, Mina was downstairs in the common room with Sero, aware of the reason why the little girl was here.
“Just give up.” Sero yawned.
“We’re heroes!” Mina flailed her arms around. “We won't give up!”
“He’ll just catch you off guard again, this isn’t debatable. I don’t think there’s an end to what he can pull out of his room.”
“Then we explore even more!” She clapped, then grabbed Sero by the wrist and started dragging him towards the elevator and to Denki’s room. “Hey guys!”
She didn’t flinch when she saw Midoriya and Eri sitting across from each other on the low table, a bead box between them as they made bracelets. She’s getting good at this.
Denki was at his desk.
“Oh hey!” Sero walked further into the room, plopping down next to Eri and looking at the silver-red bead bracelet she was making. “Cute, did Midoriya get that for you?”
“No, Kami did.”
“Aww! He bought it for you?”
“Nope.” Denki said from his desk, scratching at his head as he stared at his homework in confusion. “Already had it.”
Mina didn’t get surprised. She was so good at this. “Okay? And?” She smirked. “You already have a lot of accessories, why wouldn’t you have beads, am I right?”
Denki laughed. “Yeah…”
Sero rolled his eyes. This was stupid.
“Kami…” Eri’s innocent voice spoke. “Do you have glittery beads?”
“Ah…”
Mina got excited. Something he doesn’t have.
“No…I don’t.”
Victory! (part two)
“But…”
Nevermind.
Denki got up. Not good.
She tried guessing. Glitter and glue? He likes to improvise. Maybe stickers? To make up for it? Or charms! Charms, right? Has to be!
Denki crouched down to the bottom part of the shelf next to his desk and reached that same dominant right hand in, searching for something.
“There it is.”
When Denki’s hand extracts itself from the dark space, a quartz crystal sits on it.
Mina fell to her knees, leaving him confused.
Sero wheezed. And a wheeze turned into a full-blown laugh. This was the most amusing thing that happened to him in years.
Denki put the quartz on his bed, then turned to his “bedside table” and took off his alarm clock and phone and then the tablecloth that covered it, revealing the toolbox that served as a table for years.
He opened it and brought out a diamond blade, then a full face respirator mask. He put it on, and then ear protection.
Sero laughed harder. This random series of events had him on the floor.
Denki went to the balcony before they all heard the sound of the blade cutting into quartz.
He then later came out with a small extract of the quartz, a hexagonal prism topped with a hexagonal pyramid. The other side had a small hole drilled into it so it can be hung on the bracelet. Denki did that, and Eri thanked him as she fussed over the shiny, pretty piece she had.
Sero wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and clutched onto Denki’s pants to get his attention. “You don’t know how to solve your math homework, but you can shape and drill quartz safely?”
Denki blinked. “Yeah…”
“Why do you even have quartz?”
“It’s pretty!”
It’s been two weeks. After the shock Mina had with quartz, she gave up. The class then found themselves not really needing anything so no, they didn’t find out what else Denki had in his room for the past couple of days.
Things were going back to normal.
The Bakusquad were helping Denki study for an upcoming test, and after much of his whining and complaining, they finally got him to write notes with the things he studies.
“My notebook is full.” They gave him plain papers to use. There was no escape.
Denki groaned and slammed his head on the table next to the papers he just wrote. “I’m tired.”
“You’ve already finished the first chapter.” Kirishima smiled encouragingly. “Be proud of yourself. Come on, staple these together so we have a new batch for the second chapter.”
“Okay…” He mumbled.
Bakugou side-eyed him. “You have a stapler, right?”
Denki sighed as he lifted his head. “No…” He then pointed to a drawer behind Sero. “Can you open that please?”
Sero slowly opened it, and before reaching his hand in, he spoke. “Am I going to find a biting crocodile toy in there?”
Denki laughed. “No no, dude.”
Sero smiled and reached his hand forward.
“That’s in the closet next to the mannequin head.”
His smile dropped, then his lips twitched to form another one forcefully, wanting to ignore that remark. “S-so what am I looking for?”
“Feel something cylinder and metal.”
So he did. And he brought it out.
Sero gave the tin can to Denki. The blond brought out paper clips and held the sheets of paper together using them.
Bakugou took a deep breath and exhaled. “An olive tin can…to keep paper clips?”
“Storage, dude, storage.” Denki chuckled. “What, you wanted the pineapple tin can instead?”
Bakugou blinked. “You’re weird. I hate it. I hate you.”
“Aww!”
Mina sighed. “Quartz. And you collect stones. And you have wigs. And you collect buttons. And no stapler?”
Denki pouted. “You guys are extremely dramatic.”
“What are you doing with wigs anyway?”
“I thought they might be necessary. And they did. 2-B needed them.”
“And you don’t think a stapler is necessary?”
“Well…” Denki shrugged. “I managed without them, right? Paper clips exist, so technically…” A notebook was launched at his face and he fell backwards. “Ow! Dude!”
Bakugou was the one who threw it. I mean who’s surprised?
“I’m losing brain cells talking to you!”
“You’re just mad I have a point!” Denki protested. “Staplers have a substitute, wigs don’t. So obviously-”
“Shut up!”
Denki raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. You’re just jealous.”
“Of what?”
“Of my perfect room! You call it funky, I call it perfect.”
Kirishima smiled sympathetically. As much as Denki’s room conundrum was a comedy show and triggered reactions from his friends, it was also very weird to him too.
He groaned as he stretched his arms upward.
“Kirishima!” Denki called out.
“Huh?”
“Careful, you're stretching your arms too far.”
Kirishima raised an eyebrow in confusion and lowered his arms slowly, putting them between his crossed legs. “Sorry, man.”
“It’s okay.” Denki sighed in relief and then chuckled nervously. “You almost knocked over my bucket of kinetic sand on the shelf, that would’ve been a pain to clean.”
That being his last straw, Bakugou jumped on Denki to tackle him on the floor. Sero and Kirishima tried to get him off of the poor boy, who kept yelling “it helps with my ADHD!”
After mustering the needed courage, the Bakusquad decides to have a sleepover at Denki's dorm, as it was his turn.
Kirishima woke up in the middle of the night, shivering from the cold of the room and groaned as he got up from his sleeping bag. Stretching, he made his way to Denki's closet.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind me borrowing a hoodie." The redhead said as he tried to feel for a cotton fabric in the darkness of the room.
Instead of the warmth he was supposed to feel on his hand, he felt plastic biting on down on his fingers before he could react.
The scream woke the entire dormitory up.
It was Denki's crocodile toy.