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Yesterday was a new low, even for you. It's not like you have a good track record of making the right choices, but this definitely takes the cake. And whatever is making that thudding noise should be illegal, because it's disturbing your annual life review.
As dramatic as it sounds— it always felt like you were stuck in boxing ring, battling for just a tiny bit of luck your whole life. Which in hindsight was granted at the beginning of the school year.
Back then in august, you didn't have an apartment despite the fact that you were supposed to leave for university in just a few months. It was definitely the most stressful experience you've ever had, costing you a few sleepless nights in search of a place to stay. Thankfully it wasn't all for nothing because an opportunity came up just a month shy from the beginning of the year.
You found a flat, top floor, 2 bedrooms with an island kitchen and a small bathroom. It was simple, alright - if the complex had an elevator it would be perfect - there was just one tiny problem. You needed to find another person to split it with. Facebook is a wonderful modern invention, your best friend in disguise and in a random "flats in this city" group; you managed to bag a 24 year old stranger to share it with. The first meeting went as smoothly as it could, with only a few hiccups.
"Nice bag, you made it?"
"No, it's designer."
"Oh."
So what if you weren't best of friends, you didn't kill each other and if anything, her psychology major actually came in handy sometimes. Even if it was unwarranted she was more than happy to give you a run down about what you're doing wrong with your life unprompted.
All good right? Wrong.
Fast forward to december 1st, Friday night - the day is etched into your mind because it really should have been a Tuesday considering how awful it was - your roommate got obliterated by a grey suzuki on the corner of your street, proceeding to shatter every single bone in her left leg. Since she couldn't walk let alone survive 20 flights of stairs, she moved in with her best friend until she recovered. At least that was the plan originally, but when did things ever go your way.
Late december, right after Christmas the two of you met up because she wanted to discuss something important. She kept it vague enough to keep you anxious for the remaining days until the meeting. Call it a gut feeling - its anxiety - but a part of you knew it was going to go terribly because it was scheduled on a Tuesday.
Yet you still went, because what else can you do besides hope for some kind of Christmas miracle. It should have been a lovely coffee date with the only potential hazard being her best friend, as you expected her to gang up on you and peer pressure you into paying the whole months rent or something like that.
Which you would've gladly done (from what money you didn't know) as long as she came back in january but that just wasn't the case. She came out as a lesbian - which was just lovely - except that they're planning on moving in together. Like right then and there. Who expected that curve ball honestly. You wish you could feel an ounce of happiness for them but unfortunately, the reality of the situation makes it very hard. Because what the hell, they're seriously leaving you to bite the curb as a Christmas gift - couples am I right?
At least the contract didn't break until the end of January, so you had a month to find a new roommate as a substitute.
Guess what day was yesterday? January 29th; an ideal day for you to crash a dorm party and get black out drunk because you didn't find a new roommate in time and now you have to drop out of university because you're about to be homeless by next week.
Sadly due to completely unforseen circumstances it was an absolute disaster. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the avalanche of emotions you were subjected to.
After you got drunk on wine at home alone, you found a facebook ad about a dormitory party that was pretty close to your house. So you tried sneaking in and surprisingly nothing stood in your way and by 10 you were already applying to a beer pong competition. To stay true to your reputation you obliterated every single person even though you were supposed to have a duo, at which point you really should have called it a night. But then it hit midnight and it was no longer a Monday but a Tuesday. You know what happens next.
Sadly someone got a little excited and bravely questioned which room you stayed in, you confidently named a random room number that apparently didn't even exist. So you got kicked out. After that, you got hungry for some gyro which turns out is closed at 3am, shocker, then you fell into a bush because a dog scared you to death and then the whole sky fell down because what else could the universe possible throw at you if not a fucking rain storm.
So you got home, hungry and soaked at 5am wondering how has your life come to this. Maybe you should just give up and move back home.
Even now - as whoever is crazy enough to bang on your door on a Tuesday evening - it's on the forefront of your mind. It's too distracting at this point to let you keep daydreaming.
While blinking up at the ceiling, for the first couple of minutes you think it's just your neighbours, the walls were so thin anyways and who in their right mind would come over if you don't have classes today?? You don't have any close friends that would just drop in unannounced.
The repeated thuds don't help your hang over, so you close your eyes again, hoping it mutes the sounds aswell. Magically the knocking stops.
"Good" you grumble and roll over with your blanket to get comfortable.
The silence doesn't last long because your phone starts ringing and you take that as a sign from the universe above that's it's time to get up. But you only reach over to put on do not disturb. Fuck the universe for assaulting you yesterday.
Whoever is on your doorstep must not be a very patient person, because instead of knocking, they start banging on the door with a bit too much force to your liking and you are wide awake immediately. You get up so quickly, you trip in your covers in the process and the bright mark of the floor is still visible on your cheek when you swing the door open.
Perhaps it's the delusion talking again, but for a second something flutters in your stomach. You're a strong believer that looks don't matter, but objectively the guy in your doorstep is fucking etheral. With broad shoulders and immaculate jawline and probably the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. For a second you get the urge to draw him just so you could frame it and put it on your wall as your dream guy.
"You look ridiculous." the way he looks so disgusted and offended by your mere appearence just doesn't sit right with you.
The bubble around him pops, and with the brightest smile on your face you say - "Okay." - and promptly slam the door in his face.
If he loses the bet he made with his stupid friends or whatever he's here for today you say it's deserved. You can hear him grumble and curse to himself from the otherside before he knocks again impatiently.
"Look.." he groans as if talking to you causes physical pain to him. You roll your eyes on the otherside already walking away.
"I can't believe I'm saying this" - there is another deep sigh - "I really, really REALLY need this room, alright? Open the door." - and you do.
"You need a room?"
Right after your roomate dropped that bombshell on you, you began searching for a new roommate almost immediately. What else could you do, given the circumstances. All the people in your class knew your name because of how frequently you asked if they knew anyone who needed a flat. Only one person had a friend of a friend who was potentionally considering moving out of his current residence and she gave you his contact info but it was a dead end.
He had no profile picture and there was nothing you could find about him online except that he was born in the same year as you, so you suspected it was a fake account.
Netherless you texted him and he did say he'll come over at some point, but because of his busy schedule and with the last midterms around the corner he kept rescheduling the meetup and after the fourth incident you put it off as a prank.
"Are you.. Bakugo Katsuki?"
"Yeah, who else loser?" - the nickname has you making a face, the last time somebody called you that was in high school.
"What are you, a bully?"
For some reason Bakugo doesn't say anything to that just stuffs his hands in his pockets with a grim expression. Maybe it's a sensitive topic for him.
Are you really about to give up the perfect solution to your problem just because he might be a total asshole? No.
You do a double take on his form, sizing him up as your potential roommate. Other than his first slip up, he doesn't look like the initial creep you've imagined him to be on facebook.
"Alright, give me 10 minutes to get ready" - and pop a pain killer and chug down a liter of water, plus clean up the place a little bit, but you only added that in your head.
He doesn't have to know what mess he's getting into with an art student. He seems annoyed by the idea of waiting, but this time he only rolls his eyes and doesn't add anything snarky.
"You wanna.. come in until then?" - you blurt out before you can think, because now that you think about it, it might be a bit counterproductive if he comes in before you can clean up. You really have to get yourself together. First impressions and all that.
"No." - you're not going to fight him on that.
After roughly 16 minutes you open your door with a bright smile and freshly washed face only to find the hall empty. You forgot you were way too naive for your own good. This must be the karma for only cleaning the house superficially. The only sound that can be heard in the hallway is your groan and just before you close the door his messy blond hair appears on the stairs. With food in his hands.
"Here." he throws you a bag of some kind of pastry which you catch a bit clumsily in the air.
“For the rough start” he nods at you.
"Woah. Thank you, that's really nice of you." - there might be actual stars in your eyes as you let him in. He just makes a low rumbling noise in response. - "You can stay."
He looks so pleased with himself you rush to say it's a joke. You might be crazy but you're not THAT unhinged. Perhaps you should look into his backround before you agree to anything, and you catiously eye him as you take your first bite. (the possiblity of the food being drugged doesn't even cross your mind)
Which you immediately spit back out and you fan your mouth in a futile attempt to stop it from burning.
"What the actual fuck did you give me, why is this spicy?!" - his mouth curls up in disgust at you.
"Don't tell me you're one of those weaklings who can't handle spicy food."
"But pastries??? Who even makes spicy ones? This is a federal crime. You're a criminal." he huffs but doesn't add anything else. Of course the macho guy is hard to impress.
After that rough start, showing the house to him goes nice. He checks out everything, sans your room and with a nod of approval you sit down to talk about the details. He is oddly quiet as you're rambling about the house and other properties, save for a few brief, kind of mean comments and you get the impression that insulting others is his love language.
"Before you move in, how desperate are we talking?" - maybe you can get him to pay the first three months in advance.
"Whatever you're thinking of, my answer is no."
"I don't like you." - that's a half joke. He pulls a face.
"Don't like you either." - he probably means it.
You blink at him and he glares back and you try to look intimidating by sitting up straight and putting your hands together on the table like a professional business man, but it only makes him snort condescendingly.
This might be the worst idea of your life, but you also have no other option and for the second time in your life the universe gave you a solution on a silver platter. You'd have to be insane to refuse just because he seems like a difficult person to get along with.
(That is an entirely acceptable reason why any sane person would refuse.)
Who knows, this might be just what you need, a little push out of your comfort zone to get the creative juices flowing. Your high school art teacher would be proud. Which makes it a dumb, but otherwise tempting decision.
"Okay but you can only move in on one condition." he kisses his teeth.
"What the fuck do you want now."
"Let me take a picture of you." - the incredulous look he gives you satisfies the dark sadistic side of you. Something about his grumpy attitude prompts you to mess with him.
"The fuck, why?!"
"In case you murder me in my sleep, I'll send your face to everyone I know so you'll be the first suspect."
*
The first few days are very quiet. The two of you dance around each other like it's a professional sport. You meet a total of 8 times, half of which Bakugo is asking for some kind of direction "The mixer." "What about it?" "Where is it." "Don't have one. I'm poor."
Every sentence feels like it's forced out of him with pliers, even though you don't prompt him to talk. It further proves that Bakugo isn't going to be an easy person to get along with. The attitude is an unnecessary addition to his package and isn't very warranted in your opinion. Pretty privilage is real. It's not like it's your fault that you don't have a blender. Those things are expensive!
The tension snaps when Bakugo walks out of his room with a head band which makes his hair stick up and you accidentally choke on your drink when you see him. He narrows his eyes at you in suspicion.
"What?"
"Nothing." - and you try your hardest to keep a straight face because unlike a certain someone, you're not an asshole.
"You obviously have something to say otherwise you wouldn't make such a stupid face." your eye twitches and you realize you really don't want to be better than him.
"You look like a radish."
"Well you looked like shit everyday so far so what?" that makes you choke on air again.
"What?"
“Are you deaf now too?"
“You're such an asshole." he huffs.
"Don't hate me for the truth."
“Wow." - and he leaves the room like the diva he is.
Your first impression of him was on point. He's a stuck up asshole and you shouldn't have let him live with you. It's not like you're a sensitive person but you don't really expect anyone to flat out insult you for no reason. Okay maybe it was warranted this time around, but he's always mean so you get a pass. You try to avoid him for the rest of the day.
Few days pass like that and regardless of your opinion about his dogshit personality, your presumptions about him end up being wrong. Because Bakugo turns out to be a heavenly roommate as far as his capabilities go. You expected him to be messy, leave boxers everywhere, smoke 6 packs of cigerattes everyday and bring over obnoxious frat boys, drink beer, yell at the tv while watching football and slack off on his studies.
But it was the complete opposite and it made even more sense. He was tidy, did his chores on schedule, you noticed on the very first week that he was very punctual, potentially having OCD, because he was way too fixed on everything being perfect. Or maybe he was just a maximalist at heart you couldn't tell yet.
He didn't smoke, you never saw him go out, he also never brought anybody over - you briefly wonder if it's because he didn't have any friends - he kept to himself as much as he could. Even going out of his way to ignore you on purpose.
The living proof of it was when Bakugo found you in the library and literally refused to sit down next to you. There weren't any seats left other than the one next to you and he left the library instead. It was ridiculous.
In the first two weeks you only talked when you were bickering. Well more like him insulting you and you gaping. There is nothing like listening to sound cues and waiting for the eventual door slam that signals he's finally in his room so you can run to the bathroom to take a quick pee.
You were already on the lookout for a new roommate because you don't need someone to destroy your heart and soul on top of being an art student. The contract will break at the end of July so you only have to survive 6 months of this torture. Not that you're trying to be dramatic but that was the reality of the situation. When your schedules let the two of you meet on accident, Bakugo made sure to be an absolute menace like it was his job. If there was an opportunity to tease you or take a jab at you he was taking it with a condescending grin on his face like it was his personal reward for being your roommate. As the two of you got more comfortable the more frequently he started to pick on you.
He hated how messy you were, how there was no real "schedule" or "order" in your life. Hated how you ate - "With the way you're eating I'm surprised how your insides haven't failed yet.". Yeah sure, you don't have the prime example of a perfect diet but what does that have anything to do with him? He sometimes put your sweets on the top of the shelf so you couldn't reach them. That's just pure evil. He called you a brat all the time. He insulted everything he could about you.
"Your handwriting looks like shit."
"Your posture looks like a shrimp."
"Aren't you supposed to be a girl?"
By the third week you tried to convince yourself he was a tough-love kind of guy. This was just his way of expressing his repressed emotions like an angsty-teen. When you told him that analogy he declared you as sworn enemies from now on. Okay well, he didn't exactly say that but it was very similar. ("You're a waste of air." "wow that's really poetic of you, but-" "literally just shut the fuck up")
Up until this point you didn't think you were sensitive. In fact, the situations life has cut for you so far made you feel like you could truly survive anything. But apparently you were no longer used to being insulted for so long. Not one for snapping back at all, you didn't know where to place his behaviour. After all your first instict is always to be kind, continuing an endless circle of hurt just isn't you. And you also sort of expected him to start acting normal once he noticed that.
So it was a hard pill to swallow that it's just Bakugo being Bakugo not you being annoying or.. whatever. You never had a good track record of long lasting friendships so this sort of played on your insecurities. Because what if the problem is you?
You can't wrap your head around it truly, you've never met anyone like him before. The worst part was that you weren't sure if he meant all of it, or if it was all just a big joke you didn't understand.
But then something snapped in you after the third week mark - in reality your period was just due next week but you'd like to blame Bakugo thank you very much. It wasn't anything grand, you were just eating cereal by the table and Bakugo just shot you a disgusted look from where he was standing. No words this time. But it was enough to send you over the edge. In a heated impulsive decision you blurted out the first nonsense that came to your mind.
"This shit tastes better than you ever will so stop making that ugly face." - his eyebrows shot up in surprise and he let out something that was similar to a laugh. He quickly hid it behind a cough so you weren't sure if he actually laughed.
"Knew you didn’t think before you opened your mouth." - you didn't have time to decipher what he meant by that because he left right after. But that was the thing. It was quiet. No prolonged arguing— in fact you feel like it ended on a happy note.
You straightened up in your seat in wonder, was that the key all along? Match his stupid insults and he'd respect you? You could use him to get better with.. confrontation and insults (?) then.
So now, thankfully you are more than happy to indulge him. It always takes the edge of you as terrible as it sounds. It's never anything truly mean, just silly and petty arguments that make you want to rip your hair out or stiffle your laugh before you say anything at the same time.
"Your choice of clothing makes me chortle." you said.
(he looks criminally good in sweats and a simple t-shirt but anyway)
"That's a big word."
"That's a big ass forehead."
"Ever since I met you I forgot what it's like to smile."
"I doubt you ever smiled in the first place." - Bakugo launched the closest thing next to him at you.
That's another thing you've gotten familiar with: his crazy temper. Should you ever dare to win against him in anything, expect to die within seconds. Even in the most petty and simplest things, like who can clean a plate better, who can close the door more loudly, who's hair is softer, he must win at all cost. And the most annoying thing about it, was that he was actually good at everything like that was his hobby. You know how some people say, I'm really good at running fast, or I'm a great cook, if you asked Bakugo Katsuki what he's good at he'd say "I'm the best at being the best." And that says everything you need to know about him.
Alas, other than his dogshit personality, he had multiple other quirks you've grown fond of. Not like you'd ever tell him that, but it was sort of silly to get to know him slowly. For example, he had a habit of blasting rock music when he's studying but it would shut off at 8 on the dot, because he has to do his 1000 step self care routine to be able to go to bed at 9 o' clock sharp. That's a lot of numbers - he also likes those - he's always doing some kind of calculus homework as far as you could tell.
It was also addicting to watch him cook at the counter, at best you were mediocre compared to him and even then he was a god at culinary arts. There is not a human scale to fully comprehend what he's capable of in the kitchen. Bakugo makes a mean curry and that's a universal fact. ...At least you think so. Not that you ever had the opportunity to try it out but just the visual alone is making your mouth water.
Like right now, you're sitting at the counter mindlessly playing some kind of stupid game on your phone, as you steal brief glances at Bakugo's plate and the pan that's sitting on the counter. It smells heavenly and you really want to ask for some, but you feel like you'd lose some unsaid game if you did.
The back and forth looking goes on for a few minutes before Bakugo slams his hand on the table and fixes you with a mean glare.
"Could you stop?"
"No." - you cross your arms. - "is it working?”
"You're so ridiculous. Make your own damn food."
"But yours always smells so nice.." - and you slump over the table with your head in your hands hoping it would crack the ice around his heart. (This tactic never worked on him before.)
Of course a part of you knows food is expensive and you were the one who strictly set up the no stealing rule but that was out of pettiness anyway. (he wanted seperate pans because apparently his was fancy 'le creuset') (therefore not even simple groceries are an exception, let alone warm food but in hindsight you no longer care if it means you can have some of his). At the same time you also bought Bakugo pop rocks last week purely by the goodness of your heart. Not because you were nervous he'd notice you used his charger, not at all! (it was an emergency I promise)
You peek out from between your hands and catch him staring at you with a raised eyebrow and it makes you snort. It was worth a try.
"Fine." - so you stand up and grab another plate trying to make it seem like you're making something, when you're in fact trying to take some from his as subtly as you can.
Stealing is valid when it's from your mortal enemy right? You kind of hate him anyway.
You look over your shoulder again and your eyes meet and you know he caught you. The chair screetches under him as he stands up and he's next to you in a second. You stagger back a bit from the sudden close proximity.
The invasion of your personal space isn't usually a problem to you but Bakugo avoids physical contact and only does it when it's necessary so it confuses you for a hot minute.
Your momentary hesitation gives him the opportunity to take the plate out of your hand and to your surprise, he voluntarily scoops a handful of food for you. It takes everything in you to shut your mouth before he changes his mind even if it's a golden opportunity to comment on his craving for physical touch. You knew he was touch starved. Emotionally constipated bastard.
The smirk he gave you should have been the first sign that there was a catch, but it's too late and in the next moment you're fanning your tongue with your hands helplessly as he laughs at you.
'Hot hot hot hot hot-'
You try to kick Bakugo while screeching and screaming but he has very quick reflexes - another thing you noticed about him - and he's avoiding you like it's a second nature to him. The evil laugh he gives you doesn't help the situation either.
"I'm actually amazed your dumbass fell for that again."
You think back to your high school english classes to come up for a perfect elegant insult for Bakugo while you get out the milk from the fridge and drink straight from it, but you quickly realize there isn't a word that capsulates how truly evil he is.
"You're a villian."
It's not like you have anything better to do - you do - so the next week you plot your revenge and go through multiple botiques and shops in the city, to find the spiciest pepper you can find. The day of reckoning comes on a Sunday morning when he leaves for the toilet and tells you to watch over the still boiling food on the counter. He trusts that you won't try to eat it after last time. It's strangely domestic but you ignore the thought as quickly as it comes and get out the precious treasure you've been hiding in the lowest shelf since yesterday.
It's already cut up and everything goes according to plan as you manage to put it in his food before he comes back.
He gives you a strange look immediately and it gives you the impression he picked up on your devious smile, so you try to act less giddy. (It doesn't work.)
Half an hour later he takes his first bite and his eyes widen and in that moment you realize nothing tastes better than sweet revenge. Maybe villians are onto something. Plus Bakugo deserves it, he's probably like this with everyone and not everybody gets the chance to catch him in a vulnerable position. You're just doing gods work really.
You jump out of your seat with a wicked grin and start cackling but it quickly dies down as Bakugo keeps chewing with a weirdly soft smile on his face. (he looks stupidly good-)
"What!?" you exclaim and Bakugo takes another bite before answering.
"You put somethin' in this while I was gone? What was it?" his tone is the opposite of mad, he almost sounds hopeful and it instantly ruins your good mood.
"Just the spiciest pepper I could find.." - and you sit down with a sigh. - "your taste buds must be fucking fried if you enjoy eating that."
"This is nothing." his smile is cunning and it only irks you more.
"Where did you get them?"
"Like hell I'd tell you."
"You're so petty."
"Just like you then."
*
You get invited along in the spur of the moment by your classmates to an outing and you're hanging out at a random park when your phone pings.
constantly constipated
What the fuck is this?
*picture attached*
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If his name pops up on your phone you just know you fucked up. He's a notorious dry texter and it's already bad when he texts first.
When you exchanged numbers you thought you were going to die from shame. You asked for it so you could text him your grocery shopping list because you were so sick you couldn't stand up for longer than 2 minutes. Bakugo stared into your eyes with such a disgusted expression you shivered. Regardless he gave it to you and his first text was 'i'm not bringing you shit, I just wanted to give you false hope', that asshole.
At least your relationship improved since then, but it was still weird that he texted you in the first place on his own. Despite the anxiety coursing through your veins you checked out Bakugo's text and low and behold, the unwashed dishes you promised you'd do stared back at you.
You were so excited for the outing you completely forgot about them. It's been a while since you had something similar to close friends and the possiblity of it so close within reach has completely consumed you.
you
Shit. I'm sorry Bakuhoe I'll do them as soon as I can, I'll be home in two hours max.
constantly constipated
no
its disgusting and you said you'd do it in the morning.
you
I know, you're right
I was in a hurry
I'll do them once I'm home
constantly constipated
not good enough
You roll your eyes and leave him on read. Which only resulted in him spamming you - which is uncharacteristic of him, he must have had a bad day - you think to yourself absentmindedly. Unfortunately you couldn't ignore him after someone in your group pointed out your phone is lighting up every mili second. You didn't want to look like an asshole in front of your potential new friends.
you
I'm with friends leave me alone
I'll do them later I promise
constantly constipated
I dont care
Get your ass home
you
No, its literally just dishes
Plus
I can clearly see you have plenty of room to do your stuff, it's just a few plates come on.
constantly constipated
Where are you.
you
Nu uh
You had no reason to put a comma there
I dont listen to demands
constantly constipated
*picture attached*
I will rip this to shreds
you
MY ART PROJECT??
Did you go into my room???
You wouldnt.
No
Bakugo answer me
constantly constipated
I would.
*location requested*
you
*location request rejected*
Fuck off
constantly constipated
Im ripping it.
you
NO PLEASE OKAY
IM AT THE PARK NEAR WHY IS THAT SO IMPORTANT
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ANSWER MEEE. DONT HURT IT THAT'S SO UNFAIR
OVER DISHES?!??
I'LL COME
IM COMING HOME AND IM DOING THOSE STUPID DISHES
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I hate you
sent 17:11
constantly constipated
:)
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That day was a terrible day for you both, as he hindered what might have been your only chance at bonding with the others. And who knows what his deal was but he kept shutting the doors with unecessary force. You don't speak to him for a few days.
*
As for you, it was easy to fall back into your old habits. After living in that apartment for months alone, you got used to not wearing a bra and the day you got your period - the first one since you two started living together - you honestly forgot Bakugo was a man, and walked out of your room without one. If he noticed you weren't wearing one anymore he didn't mention it.
Despite not having an initial reaction to it, something must have happened, because the next morning he was working out shirtlessly in the living room. It threw you off so much you slipped on the floor while trying to turn away. Knowing him he did on purpose to get back at you or something. His cackle echoing in the house confirmed it so. Again, Bakugo Katsuki is an actual menace.
So your relationship leveled up from strangers to official roomates by the time you had to pay the rent.
The two of you settled into an easy co-existence - without bras and shirts - and everything was sailing smoothly when another break through happened.
He laughed (yes you heard it right) (yes it was angelic) Bakugo Katsuki showed a positive emotion - and it wasn't evil - and you still can't believe you experienced such a once in a lifetime experience.
You had an art project due the next day, which you had completely forgot about - another bad day, nothing special so far - but you overestimated your capabilities and ended up pulling an all nighter by the counter. A normal Tuesday for you (they are all cursed).
Starting from 6 pm all the way to the next morning, you sat hunched over your tablet, drawing your very hastily thrown together 2 minute long 'short film' storyboard which still wasn't good enough. The fatigue dragged you down so much, you didn't even notice the sun had come up.
Bakugo, as you've come to learn that morning, woke up at an unreasonably early hour.
"What are you doing up?" - you whispered when you heard his footsteps, afraid of taking your eyes off from your work and disturbing the quiet would break your flow but knowing if you didn't acknowledge Bakugo's presence the world might actually end.
"I always get up at this early."
"Early?? It's the middle of the night, Bakugo your sleep is more precious to you than sweet treats are to me. Go back to sleep."
"It's 6 am though."
"WHAT?" - the shriek you let out might have woken up the neighbours. The chair underneath you didn't appreciate how quickly you turned around and it lost it's balance which resulted in you landing flat on your ass clumsily.
And that's when you heard it. Bakugo laughing, full on from his stomach. It was so much more than a chuckle which was already reserved for the most special occasions, he literally burst out laughing and it was the most angelic thing you've ever heard in the world.
He looked almost handsome with his stupid white teeth and messy bed hair and your eyes grew wide in wonder, acknowledging how pretty your roommate is for the second time.
Looking back, you always knew Bakugo was objectively attractive but the moment he opened up his mouth the charm always disappeared. But now, knowing that this is such a rare moment for him, for you, that it's something you should cherish, made it ten thousand times more precious.
You caught yourself mid thought and scolded yourself for turning into a such a sap for this guy. Remember, this is what he wants you to do, he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"You should go to sleep." - and he gave you a slanted smile, it was small, barely there but you saw it clear as day. Another arrow to the heart. Are you in heaven?
Something turned in your belly at the sight and yes, you went to sleep straight away.