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It was sickening how much pink surrounded the common room.
Could anybody get a moment of peace in February? Apparently not, since here I am, trying to study for a fucking test that’s around the corner; but every time I turn a page, my textbook slaps me in the face with a ton of hearts and gushy, icky, disgusting love shit.
God, I hate Valentine’s season.
I readjusted my glasses sitting on my nose bridge and sighed. At least it was quiet. No Shitty Hair or Dunce-face around to bother me with their nasty flirt sessions. I swear, that dumbass redhead is more stupid than his crush when it comes to affection and signals, and that says a lot. Believe me.
I keep rereading the same paragraph over and over again because of the eyesores that littered my surroundings. Under my breath, I mumbled, “Fucking Valentine’s week,” and contemplated gathering my shit and going to my room to study instead. Deku’s supposed to come by my dorm and help me review later anyway, so that’s another reason to move back. I don’t need anybody seeing the nerd tutor me. I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki. I didn’t need tutoring. But the dumbass already knew everything about this topic, and it doesn’t hurt to ask for help once in a while, I guess.
Fuck. Now I sound sappy. It’s the propaganda trashing the dorms that’s infecting my mind. I really needed to get out of here.
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed a little too loudly. I guess I’m moving back to my dorm to study.
Busy stuffing my bookbag, I didn’t even notice a certain pair of red shoes wander into the kitchen with a different pair of brown loafers until I heard their voices.
”Ochako-san, have you got a valentine this year?” I immediately recognized that voice. Stupid Deku.
I heard a sigh and a sip of some kind of drink before a female voice replied, “No… not this year. It’s alright, though!” she awkwardly giggled. Pink Cheeks. What was she doing here with Deku?? “What about you, Deku-kun?”
I zipped up my backpack and its contents with careful precision, cautiously not trying to get heard or spotted by the two. I’m not one to eavesdrop, but I was just curious about what Deku had to say. I don’t… like him.
Well, yeah, I like him. As a friend. His hair is an alright shade of green, and so are his eyes. They’re three shades of green, actually. In fact, he has small spots of brown in his eyes too. And his freckles look nice on his cheeks. And his lips… DON’T THINK LIKE THAT!!! What the fuck, Katsuki?!
I snapped myself out of my trance and slowly peeked around the corner, listening in on what Deku and Floatie had to say.
”Ah… there is somebody I wish would ask me to be his valentine. I just don’t think he’d do it traditionally, y’know? I want the whole thing!” Izuku’s face lit up, and his eyes curved as he smiled. “I want chocolates and love letters and flowers. That would be so sweet. Even though it’s kinda silly.” He put a hand on his neck and chuckled.
Pink Cheeks shook her head. “No, Deku-kun, that’s so romantic!!! Of course you’d want that.” She smirked before adding, “I think I know who you’re talking about…” she teased. The nerd turned pink and started stuttering. “OCHAKO!!!”
I grumbled. Who was she talking about? Who did Deku want to ask him to be their valentine?? If ANYONE should be his valentine, it should be me! I swear, if he’s talking about Icy-Hot, I’ll blow his face off.
I walk past the kitchen and make my way into the elevator, punching the number ‘4’ on the elevator panel and standing with my hands in my pockets.
…
Okay, fine! You win. So what if I think Deku’s cute? So what if I didn’t like the fact that he wanted someone to be his valentine? It should be ME, for fuck’s sake! Nobody else here knows that stupid nerd better than I do.
He did say that he wasn’t anyone’s valentine yet. All I had to do was do my thing before any of these other extras could ask him. Should be simple enough. How hard could it be?
’I want chocolates and love letters and flowers. That would be so sweet.’
The words rang in my head like the aftermath of spar match against Ears. Did I really have to do all that… corny shit? The chocolates… writing a love letter… getting flowers… gosh. Demanding nerd.
But it’s for Deku. And I’ll be damned if those chocolates aren’t the finest ones in the nation, the love letter doesn’t look like it was written by fucking Shakespeare himself, or if those flowers aren’t the sweetest-smelling of all of the world. He deserves the best.
Ding! The elevator doors opened and I stepped off, hands still in my pockets.
If I wanted this to be the best proposal of all time… I needed a consultant. Someone to confide in. Somebody I could trust.
I took a detour and stopped short just in front of Shitty Hair’s dorm.
After Deku, hair-for-brains is probably who I’d consider my best friend. He gets on my nerves and is too worried about being “manly enough” for Sparky, but he just… gets me like none of these other extras do. He also puts up with me, so applaud him for that. (Don’t. I’ll blow your faces off.)
I hesitantly raise my arm and knock on his door with my knuckle. I hear a variety of different voices and shuffling before the doorknob turned.
”Hey, look who it is! Bakubro, come on in!!!” Weird Hair flashed his toothy smile. Inside his dorm already were Half-and-Half, Ears, Tape-Arms, Tail, and Mindfucker. What the hell kinda demon were they summoning?
”Operation Valentine’s Day is a-GO!” The loud redhead pumped his fist into the air triumphantly.
Oh fuck.