Why Should I Worry?
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Awareness: noun
Concern about and well-informed interest in a particular situation or development.
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The table in the cafeteria is crowded with the same people since their first year at UA. Kaminari is guaranteed to ask something stupid, leaving Sero in amazement of said stupidity, Mina laughing and Kirishima sighing in disbelief. Every so often, Katsuki will interject with a rude remark which confirms that he is in deed listening to the idiotic conversation, and the chatter continues until the bell rings signaling the conclusion of lunch.
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They used to have the same courses back then, but now with Kirishima taking the path toward search and recovery and aiming for a partner, Bakugou's left studying tactics and crisis response on his own. Okay, so he's not really on his own…he's with a bunch of extras!
He's got fucking Deku in his tactical operations class, and it looks like the Copy Cat Bastard and Mind Freak are on the same road to becoming heroes…oh, fucking joy, of joys…
Outside of lunch, homeroom and gym, the blond no longer sees the sharp toothed boy during the school day.
Of all the fucking times to tune into one of the nerd's mutterings…
It had to be now. While most of what Deku says is incoherent, Bakugou is lucky enough to understand when he says, "So many people, I wonder how Iida and Uraraka are? It's lonely without my best friends."
Katsuki would roll his eyes and tell the idiot to shut the hell up, but his mind has now shifted toward an entirely different concept. Oh no, no…the explosive teen is far from lonely—like he noted earlier, he's surrounded by extras. It's just that none of those people are Kirishima.
In fact, Kirishima no longer begs for Bakugou's help in order to pass their next exam, because they no longer have the same studies…
Honestly, the blond should be over the moon because now he can get his homework done and go the fuck to sleep earlier. Rejoice!
However, as he faces forward—half listening to their sensei—elbow propped on the desktop, and chin in hand, he's annoyed. It's a fucking mystery as to why?
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Kirishima spends at least two nights a week studying with Kendo and Tetsutetsu. Bakugou tells himself that he is only looking up from reading a very interesting article in his magazine—while occupying a spot on the couch of the common room—because the trio in the corner are distracting.
The way Shitty Hair exclaims, "Thank you!" as the big fist girl calmly points out a mistake and erases a portion of the boy's paper.
This is of interest to Katsuki for what fucking reason?!
Similar instances develop until the irritable teen gives up, sets the magazine on the coffee table and heads back to his dorm room, ignoring Dunce Face and Tape Dispenser who ask where he is off to.
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In gym class Bakugou gets placed on the same team as Kirishima and that seems to distract the blond.
Today's game takes one of skill…
Lesser men have been taken a prisoner…
In this all-out war known as "Capture the Flag".
It's even more exciting with quirks and when the flags are people who need to be rescued.
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Kirishima tries hard not to grin at the irony of the situation, "Okay, so we should have a strategy on how to get the remaining victim back."
He currently crouches with a stick in hand and a patch of dirt before him, and 8 out of 9 students appear interested in the situation—Kirishima is one of the eight. Bakugou on the other hand looks entirely put out.
The redhead swallows the laugh that wants to escape as he sincerely says, "We can't just leave Midoriya in enemy territory."
Oh, fuck, Eijirou is going to fail due to the look on Blasty's face.
"Okay, we shouldn't leave Midoriya in enemy territory because…"
Yeah, he's got nothing…the laughter is going to escape…and if only someone would interject.
That someone is Tokoyami who stoically observes, with his hands in the pockets of his track suit, "I heard the losing team has to scrub all the dormitory toilets with Present Mic this weekend."
Kirishima's not sure he's ever seen Bakugou's attitude do such a complete one-eighty before as he takes hold of the stick in Eijirou's hand and starts making out their course of action.
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By the time the weekend rolls around, Bakugou has more questions than answers. He and Kirishima almost always spend at least one of their days off together. Yet, the last bell of the school day sounds, and it doesn't seem like Eijirou is going to bring it up…
Whatever. Not like I fucking care…
Katsuki makes his way back to his dorm room to change out of his school uniform.
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They are moving in different directions. Their entire class is so focused on their careers that it seems like Dunce Face isn't the only one complaining about their lack of meetups.
Bakugou's not sure why he's even out of his dorm room. Glutton for punishment?
It's not like he's ever minded being alone. It's just that the blond got used to having Kirishima around. Making plans with the redhead just became a norm.
While Katsuki is busy drowning out Pikachu's tales of woe, he wonders if this is going to be the trend as the semester progresses? What about their third year?
It shouldn't be a big fucking deal, after all, aiming to be the number one hero should take precedence. Not like Bakugou ever wanted anyone to share those achievements with…
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It's Saturday, and about an hour remains before dinner, when Katsuki hears a knock at his dorm room door. He just catches it over the sounds of drums and guitar, as he removes an ear bud, and makes the short trek from his bed to the door.
It's Shitty Hair standing in the hallway with a take-out bag in hand and a big dumb grin, "I got your fav, Blasty."
Kirishima looks a little beaten up from what Bakugou can ascertain, based on the bandages the redhead is sporting on his arms. His hair is down too. However, the smell of spice alerts the blond's nose that this food is going to be way more appealing than the shit served in the cafeteria.
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Katsuki discovers, between bites of meat and spice, that Kirishima has begun training with Fat Gum and Amajiki. They sit cross legged facing one another on Bakugou's bed, as the blond learns that Eijirou isn't allowed to use his quirk for the first part of the exercise. There are a lot of villains who can render a quirk unusable and it's better to strengthen one's strategic wheelhouse than solely one's quirk.
"It's a work in progress," Eijirou honestly admits.
The takeout is good. Exactly the right amount of spice, as though the blond ordered it himself. The redhead is good at that. No, not ordering dinner, but fucking observation and listening. Kirishima genuinely seems to give a shit about people and Bakugou finds himself on the receiving end.
He wouldn't say it's nice, but it's not fucking annoying either…
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At some point another knock is heard at the door and Katsuki gives a look that says, maybe they will just go away?
No such luck as Pikachu—boldly goes where few men have gone before—and opens the door, immediately spotting the utter betrayal of take-out boxes and chopsticks in their hands. Denki loudly scolds Kirishima for getting food for one bro and not the other—accusing Eijirou of favoritism!
Katsuki snorts and remarks, "It's hardly a competition."
In which, the redhead nearly chokes on a piece of meat in the process. Kaminari notes that Kirishima doesn't even look remorseful, before dejectedly closing the door to head toward the cafeteria; lamenting about how you think you know someone…
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After dinner he and Kirishima have settled onto Katsuki's bed, backs leaned against the wall and legs hanging off the side of the bed as they sit shoulder-to-shoulder watching hero reality TV on the laptop's screen.
"That idiot's hair is nearly as bad as yours when you gel it up," remarks Bakugou with a smirk.
Kirishima scoffs, "Rude, bro…" and soon adds, with a look of challenge in his crimson eyes, "It's still better than your bed head."
"The fuck you just say?" But the tone isn't harsh, as this banter is common between them.
Eijirou reaches forward and tousles blond hair, "I said, it's better than your bed head!"
Katsuki's palm lights up and the sharp toothed boy hardens on impulse.
Yeah, this is the shit that Bakugou has grown used to…
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Katsuki awakens with a kink in his neck and a weight on his shoulder. The digital red numbers on his alarm clock indicate it's a little past one in the morning and he turns to find his best friend is the added weight he feels.
He rolls his eyes and moves ever so slightly, hearing the gratifying thud as Eijirou hits the mattress, which jostles the redhead awake.
With a yawn, Kirishima mumbles, "Give me ten more minutes…"
Bakugou groans and brings a hand to the back of his neck trying to alleviate the kink that has settled there, "I'm not your fucking mother and it's not a school day…"
"No," responds a voice thick with sleep, face hidden in the folds of the black comforter, "you're my best friend."
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"Move over," comes a gruff response.
Kirishima's sleep ridden brain tries to process, Bakugou saying, move over, "Huh?"
"It's going to be fucking annoying for both of us if you're found in the hallway past curfew," explains the more alert of the two, "so just fucking move over and don't drool on me tonight."
Eijirou doesn't question his companion, after all, he is a guest and the bed is warm, so it's a win/win!
Katsuki lays down with his back against the mattress and makes sure to take the better of the two pillows for himself. It's his fucking bed after all.
He hears Kirishima settle for a face full of bedding, as the redhead remains on his stomach.
Making sure to catch him before it's too late, "Kirishima?"
"Yeah?" comes a soft response.
They are both so different when no one else is around…
"Keep doing this kind of shit, okay?"
Eijirou turns his face toward his friend, cheek pressing into the warm duvet, "Doing what?"
Katsuki stares upward at the ceiling, "Just being here, Shitty Hair, because I don't fucking hate it."
Even a sleepy Kirishima could still translate Bakugou Katsuki, "You got it, Blasty."
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