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It was during his third class of the day that Kirishima sat outside the principal’s office in one of the few chairs for students to wait in. Someone else was already in the office when he came so he was patiently waiting to see the principal. He was calm unlike the students who typically came to see the principal, but that was because he had come of his own accord.
“Tch.” A sound of disdain brought Kirishima out of his own little world to look to his right. Another student approached with wild ash blond hair and school uniform codes almost thrown out the window with the way his pants sagged, shirt unbuttoned and tie forgotten. He looked like a picture perfect bad boy. He even had a permanent scowl and glare on his face; and after a moment Kirishima realized it was pointed at him.
He brought his gaze back down to his knees and watched the guy from his peripherals. Sure enough he sat in the chair next to him, hands deep in his pockets. “Shitty hair.” Kirishima raised his head to look at him. It was a little rude to call him shitty hair when his spiky red hair wasn’t that different from the guy’s own hair.
“What the fuck you in for?” Kirishima thought it was odd the other student was trying to make conversation with him - though he swore he knew him from somewhere. Was he in one of his classes? He couldn’t remember.
“Ah, I’m not in for anything.” Apparently his answer didn’t satisfy the guy because he was greeted with a,
“Hah?”
“I mean I’m just here to see if it’s cool to miss my classes tomorrow to run sounds and lights for a presentation in the auditorium tomorrow.” It was very simple, and since he was apart of the theater class he knew how to run the booth. However, the teacher would be out and Kirishima was the next able bodied person to run it.
His own answer aside, he was curious as to why this guy was here since he looked like the one who came here from something he did - if his bad language and the way he dressed was anything to go by. “What are you in for?”
“I stabbed someone with a screwdriver.” Spoken as plain as the weather. Kirishima was not expecting that. He must really be a bad boy, delinquent even, if he did that to someone. He couldn’t help thinking the guy was cool, manly, and he wondered the parameters of how that outcome came to be.
How did it happen? Who was he? Who did he stab? Did he have good reason to? How did he stab the person? Where did he even get the screwdriver from?
What came out of his mouth wasn’t exactly what was blowing through his mind, “We lead very different lives.” He surprised himself with the comment, but it seemed to stun the guy too as he gave Kirishima a stunned expression. He turned his head, glaring at the opposing wall in front of them.
“Yeah,” He replied with a gruff voice, almost huffing it out as if he was reluctant to agree. The door to the principal’s office opened and a kid named Midoriya exited. He nervously bowed to the two of them as he passed. Kirishima at least acknowledged it with a small bow of his head but the student beside him only let out another, “Che.” The principal’s voice could be heard calling out from inside.
“Kirishima-kun is next, yes?”
“Yes, sir.” Kirishima stood up from his seat. He briefly swore he felt the eyes of the somewhat delinquent and turned to look at him. He could feel the tension between them as the blond held his gaze with a scowl. “See you around?” He didn’t exactly know his name or anything about him, but he had an egging feeling that they’d see each other again.
“Hmph.” The guy averted his eyes, posture tensing up and Kirishima took notice of the slight jerk of his head upwards. It was such a subtle nod. Kirishima smiled. Maybe the guy wasn’t as explosive as he seemed for stabbing some kid with a screwdriver.
Kirishima stepped into the office and shut the door behind him.
And Bakugo stared at the door once he was sure it had shut.