New message from Class 1Awesome:
Cutest Broccoli: Don't forget! Movie night tonight at 8! 1st floor lounge!
Shinsou grimaced. Class 1A seemed to have forgotten adding him to their chat. He grabbed his phone. He did not need to be there when that Kaminari kid started a spam war. But before he could leave the group, a new message popped up.
Cutest Broccoli: What sort of soda do you like, Shinsou?
Shinsou rubbed at his eyes. Or maybe the Midoriya kid was sickeningly friendly. He put his phone aside as a flurry of snack requests buried his lack of response. Hopefully that was clear enough.
It wasn't.
Ten minutes later Shinsou had a new message from, of all people, the socially effervescent Bakugou. Shinsou opened it cautiously.
New message:
Bakugou: Oy purple hair. Answer Deku's question. He and Yaoyorozu are trying to carbonate coffee. I ain't cleaning that shit up.
Shinsou answered automatically, too distracted by the idea of the foul concoction to remember that he hadn't responded originally because he wasn't going.
Shinsou: grape
The group chat pinged.
Class 1Awesome:
YoMomoJoke: Sorry, Shinsou, we don't acknowledge that flavor. Bakugou said you also like blackberry?
Shinsou had a snarky reply about judging people by their hair color typed out before he remembered that he was trying to not encourage these people. He tossed his phone to the side and focused on his homework.
...
It was 7:50, Shinsou was done working for the night, and his neighbor was blasting music so ridiculously loud that all hopes of a quiet evening were out the window.
Trying not to think too hard about it, Shinsou laced up his boots and headed to the 1A dorms. It couldn't be louder than his room, and honestly, blackberry soda sounded kinda good. That was all.
Shinsou was hardly in the door when the red-haired boy - Kirishima, he remembered - was bounding over to him. "Hey! Shinsou! Glad you could make it. Blackberry, right?"
Shinsou was debating between answering or just leaving when Kirishima grabbed a soda out of a cooler and popped the top off with his teeth. He handed it to Shinsou and grinned.
Shinsou stared at the soda, then back at the smiling Kirishima. He rubbed the top of the bottle carefully with his sleeve, then thought better of it and just put the bottle down on a table.
In front of the tv, a violent argument was raging - an assortment of DVDs was floating up by the ceiling, the tv screen was flickering, and the audio was fluctuating through a frankly frightening range of sounds. Shinsou turned to go. He'd deal with his neighbor.
But before he could take a step, Midoriya was hovering by his side. Of course he was. Shinsou face-palmed. This had been a horrible idea.
"Shinsou!" the green-haired boy greeted, "C'mon, you can decide which movie we watch since you're a guest."
Shinsou backed away at once - Had he offended Midoriya somehow? Did the dweeb really think offering someone up as a human sacrifice was nice? - but he was too slow. Three heads swiveled towards him and Shinsou felt a deep soul-spanning connection with the cute fluffy animals from nature documentaries. The ones who were eaten by wolves. There was a moment of tense silence while the trio sized him up, and then Shinsou was bombarded with desperate pleas he couldn't make out a word of.
Shinsou grimaced and pointed to the girl with dark hair and audio jacks dangling from her ears. "Not you. Too loud."
Then the guy with the lightning bolt hair. "No." The flashing lights needed to stop now.
Shinsou squinted at the gravity quirk girl. "I guess floating stuff's fine. You can pick."
Apparently that meant Shinsou had picked Wall-E. Which was… not a bad choice actually.
Midoriya ushered Shinsou over to the sofas. Everyone was sprawled together over every remotely soft surface except for one suspiciously empty chair. Shinsou sat in it anyways.
He wasn't entirely surprised when Bakugou walked into the room and scowled at him. He was surprised when the spiky-haired blond threw a blanket over his head. On one hand, that was almost nice. On the other, the blanket was not soft at all.
Shinsou pulled the blanket off his head and watched as Bakugou jabbed a finger at Midoriya. "What sort of shitty host are you? You didn't even make sure he got a soda."
Midoriya looked up unfazed from where he was snuggled against Todoroki's side. "Kirishima gave him one."
Bakugou rounded on his pointy-toothed friend. "Most people prefer their drinks without slobber." He stomped into the kitchenette and returned with an open soda bottle and a tea mug.
"I already filled the coolers," Todoroki protested half-heartedly, but he took the beverages and returned them frosty and steaming respectively.
Shinsou eyed the soda suspiciously. "Promise you used a bottle opener?"
Bakugou huffed and settled in at the foot of the chair. Shinsou almost felt bad for stealing his spot, but Bakugou had found another blanket and it looked a lot softer.
Uraraka started the movie and everyone settled down. It was… pleasant. The soda was delicious, the movie was good, and Bakugou's tea didn't smell half bad when it wafted up in his direction.
Kaminari and Kirishima got in a scuffle half way through, but Bakugou went and sat on them until they behaved. It was dark, and quiet, and peaceful, and at some point Shinsou must have fallen asleep.
He woke to Midoriya hovering over him. "Shinsou, the movie's over."
Everyone else was yawning and filing upstairs. Except Bakugou who was standing behind Midoriya and scowling. "I need my blanket back."
"Ugh," Shinsou pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, "Why do you even want it."
Bakugou only scowled harder, but Midoriya answered. "It's fireproof! So it's not very soft, but Kacchan always uses it during scary movies."
Shinsou raised an eyebrow. He could swear Bakugou was blushing. But the blanket was far too miserably scratchy to tease someone about. He handed it back.
"What sort of tea were you drinking, by the way?" Shinsou stretched and reached for his boots.
"Lychee."
Shinsou nodded. Bakugou nodded back. Then Bakugou turned around and walked away. It was not awkward at all.
Shinsou finished tying his shoes, then made a rainy and miserable trek back to his own dorm, which he vowed to never leave again.
