"You're acting weird as hell, Ponytail. The fuck you ate?" he asked with one brow raised, another furrowed. His frown was there, but it was more like a neutral face when examined. "Oi, is this about last night?" her eyes widened a split second later and then it didn't after. "I guess it is, huh?" he sighed.

"I guess so, too." she did the same. "I couldn't get it off my mind, sorry if it bothers you."

"Not a big deal to me, but what about you?"

"It's… fine," she paused to look up to him, "I was just perplexed."

His frown seemed to disappear as he takes a seat beside her. "Wanna talk about it? Seriously this time." — and to his surprise, she didn't nod. She didn't shake her head either, so what was her answer? "I'd rather not embarrass myself."

"For a genius you seem dumb as fuck today, d'you think I care about something so trivial?"

The girl frowned at his delivery of words, but she kept her composure proper. "Who knows?"

"Don't give me that bullshit—" it seemed like time stopped when he stared into her onyx eyes, "—look, I just wanna clear shit up, 'kay?"

That, maybe, worked - she remained silent, but at least she looked like realization hit her. He opened his mouth again to talk,

"I like you." her lips parted in confusion - no, more like the element of surprise, blinking a few times before even realizing her skin itself is pink.

"Just in case you're dumb enough not to understand what went on last night." he looked away, slightly embarrassed.

"I don't want fucking tension between us so I'm just doing this shit right here so we can get this over with. I like you, think you'd figure it out but — any fucking way, I just do, alright? I'm bothered because you're treatin' me like how you treat the others."

With all courage, she glances to her side. "I, well, I thought that you'd feel uncomfortable with me around since you just—"

"Said something fucked up? Yeah, I thought so too." he managed to let out a light chuckle.

"Why me?" she gulped, "I mean, w-what did you l-like about me?"

He rolled his eyes at her dumb-as-hell question, resting his cheek to his palm. "Well for fucking starters, you don't piss me off. The other girls are annoying as hell, 'xept maybe for Racoon Eyes but she's noisy as fuck too." he lets those words go, without even looking at her. He's just randomly scribbling stuff in his notebook. "And I mean, you're gor — fuck, you're pretty 'n all that shit. You're smart. You make me jealous of fucking everyone who clings around you or even stares at you — like, holy shit, Yaoyorozu, d'you know how you fucked with my mind lately? Gods, if I spent more time with you back then, what would've happened to me?"

Like a helpless bystander, she just stares at him. In his current state, he looked peaceful even when he was cussing — his jawline's emphasized by him resting on his palm and his droopy eyes never seemed so intriguing than it is now.

"You always say unnecessary shit and I don't seem to mind for whatever the fuck why, but honestly — if you aren't so oblivious, you think I'd sleep beside you thrice for the time being, eat with you, go damn places with you or even talk to you privately? 'Cuz I don't do that to any other bitch out there."

That was the longest she'd ever heard Bakugou speak in all her life, and the eleven years she's known him for. "At first I didn't know what the hell I liked you for, since we aren't similar in many ways at all, but hey, you're the most interesting wo—"

"You're interesting, too." she suddenly blurted out fast.. Bakugou would trade his left eye just to see her that tensed up for him any minute of the day. If possible.

"Hell I am, I fucking try." he smiled at her. He smiled at her and it melted her heart a million degrees away. The boy wanted to slam himself down his table so bad because he would steal glances at her while scribbling — and the way she looked made him insane. It was when her face was red, and her eyes were glimmering — sweat dripped down from her forehead, that and her parting lips which, undeniably, he stared at for more than five seconds. Thank god he didn't turn the air conditioner on earlier. "Say," he started, finally looking at her.

"Y-Yes?!" she almost squealed in shock. "I mean, I—"

"D'you like me?" he bluntly asked. "Yes." she wanted to reply, but why would she say something so expected like that? She doesn't know the feeling of love — technically she does, but what does it take to know she likes someone truthfully? What if it was just a simple infatuation? She hasn't fallen for anyone else before.

"I - I don't know," she mumbled softly, "I don't really know if what I'm feeling is liking you right now — b-but I… like being with you—" the last part, he almost didn't hear, but he did, and his eyes widened - his lips curved into a victorious smile which he couldn't help, and screw the heat he felt on his cheeks. He didn't give a damn since he couldn't stop smiling. "—why are you looking at me like that?! Are you making fun of—" that snapped him out of his daydreaming.

"No, shut the fuck up." he grinned. "I'm serious 'bout this; and I was just staring, any problem with that?" he threatened. It was like she had an old, beaten faucet above her head that just sprayed water into her hair — did she just talk back to Bakugou?

"Yes- I mean no, no!" she stuttered, embarrassing herself even more. "Shit, holy - I, this is so embarrassing, can I please go…?" she says, looking down.

Bakugou had the proudest smile ever on his face, heck, even his eyes were smiling and he almost teared up with joy. "Did you just—?" he laughed. Loudly.

"You heard nothing." she hissed and then went back to being embarrassed.

"Made my day, Ponytail. Now if only I could get you to say fu—" he says quickly only to be cut off.

"Please, that was just a reflex action!" she defended herself with her useless reasons once more. "I don't want to talk about this! It's irrelevant!"

"—and you'd rather have me preaching 'bout how much I'm into you?" he giggled like nothing happened. "I can do that any minute of the damn day."

Did

he

just

flirt

with

her?

She slapped herself. She did it twice, and Bakugou looked at her, stunned. "I must be dreaming, oh my god. This isn't real, right? If I pinch you I'd wake up, yeah, I'd wake up." and she did. She pinched his cheek and nothing happened. So she did it again. Harshly this time, marking it with a red-half moon because of her finger. "It isn't working—"

"Weirdo."

"I'm just looking for a miracle, this situation is going to have me dead, why are you even in my dreams?"

She ended up realizing it wasn't a dream and she's been embarrassing herself the whole time so she rushed outside his room. Still, she could feel his intense stare as she ran away. "But he said he likes me. He said lots of things why — oh my god." she couldn't help but feel like hyperventilating. "I need to tell Kyouka, no, wait, she doesn't even know anything yet! Kaminari — Denki is my only option."

She almost tripped on her way to the girls' wing to the fourth floor. She entered her room, locked it tight and dived into her bed like it was water. "What's this feeling?" she asks herself, cuddling her pig — "It's warm." she closed her eyes, hoping everything was just a side effect of her dozing off at class.

A part of her hoped it wasn't just her daydreaming. Bakugou confessed to her and spoke to her the longest she's ever heard. The way he treated her was like — she didn't know, maybe a relic.

At those moments; he looked vulnerable to her and no one else. He even ordered Kirishima to leave them alone in just two words — how cool is that? Why is she even thinking of that right now? Answers were unknown. She drifted to her sleep.

Bakugou thought everything went way too well to be even considered a confession. "You're interesting, too." her voice kept echoing in his head. Just thinking of it made his face warm — it wasn't like he had gone soft, it's the fact that it's his first time experiencing something like that.

Sure; he's been with a few girls — whom he didn't really take a move on; so no relationships; just plain teenage hormones and it always ran the same route. Just for entertainment, and he didn't felt anything for them. No strings were attached. "I fucking hate girls." he groaned.

"But you like that one," his head points out to the door where Yaoyorozu had left from. "I don't, shut the fuck up."

"I can't. I'm the brain, you shut up."

"Why're you arguing with me, piece'a shit?!"

"Because I know what's for the best."

"No you don't, stop being such a bitch."

Why is he even arguing with his own self? He's crazy. That's probably it. All he could think of was Yaoyorozu fucking up with his brain and making him a softie like her — "Gross." he could almost imagine himself puking. He should ask his friends for advice. No, wait, scratch that. That's totally out of character.

He did it anyways, but he wasn't responding.

Bakugou felt the vein popping out of the side of his forehead. "That bastard, Shitty Hair." he lets out a mild groan. Before his thoughts travel to Kirishima once more, he heard her voice in his head again.

"You're interesting, too." it kept ringing, over and over.

"Fuck." he could only curse in frustration. It made him feel like a complete different person, and it didn't feel comfortable at all, but it's not like he could do something about it.

He imagines, what in the damn world would his mother's reaction be if she found out about his feelings for her? She'll probably freak out. She probably would've never imagined that her rascal, violent son would fall for the raven-haired girl who was the exact opposite of him.

His heart pounced him in his chest, realizing their differences. Yaoyorozu is a silly-ass surname, but most people respect them. Bakugou, now, has a new point of view.

Yaoyorozu means big-fucking-headache.

Yaoyorozu ended up skipping dinner — everyone was concerned for her; which, whenever she was mentioned, Bakugou tensed up and Kirishima (and Kaminari, at some point,) were the only ones who noticed. When she woke up, though, it was about 11:00 PM and her stomach was rumbling. With a groan, she forces herself to stand up and goes down to the kitchen —

Where he was. He's wearing a black tank top, which defined his body — his skinny, yet muscular arms, which she always found attractive. The way he sat down was pretty much how bad boys would, and he's in the kitchen counter, on his back, almost not realizing that she's there. "B-Bakugou?" she whispered, and he turns around slightly while putting down his cup. Black coffee.

"Hey." he murmured with a neutral look, before going back to his cup. Her stomach grumbled once more, which made him chuckle. "That's what you get for skipping the motherfucking dinner."

"I fell asleep." she emotionless-ly replied, before taking a seat in the kitchen counter, beside him. "So… uhm, about earlier…"

"Pretty sure you came here to eat, not to talk 'bout that, but what about it?" he had a curious face, but his smug look was evident much, much more.

"That can wait." she sighed, crossing her arms. Bakugou could only roll his eyes. Beside him is an unopened pack of chips — he passed the pack to her, which she almost immediately tore open. Almost. "I'm sorry if I ran away, I was fazed."

He eyed her, one brow raised higher. She noticed, so she raised her hands in defense, "A-Ah, n-n-not in a bad way!" he wouldn't admit, but he sighed in relief subtly.

"I wasn't used to something like that. I — I've had people asking me out, too, or telling me how they feel. But you know you're different, right, Bakugou?"

He gives her a nod, unsure of what she meant, however.

"So… uhm, Bakugou," she tugs a few strands of her hair which partly covered her face on the back of her ears. He gulped, thinking that she was being a temptress without even realizing it. "I guess I don't mind you liking me after all."

He wanted to laugh, but he was stopping it from coming out of his mouth. "What the fuck does that mean?"

She blinked, turning her head onto his direction where she found him staring at her intently — both their cheeks were tinted pink, and none of them noticed since they were staring into each others' eyes that much. "Well, I like you too, but I don't know if it's something similar to how you feel."

She confessed, and it was evident that a smile crept up on the blond's lips — he looked ridiculous trying to contain it.

He was so sure that she could hear his heart beating (she doesn't,) from how loud it is. He gulped a large amount from pressure before he replied. Bakugou covered his mouth for the time being, hoping she didn't see his smile earlier.

"How 'bout you spend more time with me?" he offered, "I'll make you realize shit before you know it."

She raised both brows in his offer.

"I'm not an idiot to ask you out knowing you're not sure about those feelings yet." Yaoyorozu could hear him groaning in her head - which in fact, he didn't do.

"Ask me out?" she slaps herself mentally. "He's very serious about this, it's so unlike Bakugou." still, she stifled a laugh, smiling genuinely at him. "I guess I should, Bakugou."

Bakugou. Bakugou. Bakugou. Bakugou. Bakugou.

Argh, the way she speaks out his surname is undeniably adorable, yet annoying at the same time knowing that he isn't the only Bakugou in the world. "Katsuki." he mumbles, looking away. "If you want to get closer to me, might as well call me that." he tilts his head even further, covering his smiling lips using his arm.

Yaoyorozu awkwardly nods, "Alright, Katsuki. Excuse me," she mutters shyly before heading to the fridge, leaving him alone on the kitchen counter, sweating and red.

Katsuki. He's only heard her say his name twice, maybe three times, in which one of those — is when she was drunk. It did sound endearing to his ears — that's another reason for him to go to hell, "I fucking assume." he groans inwardly, trying his best not to look at her as she picks out food from the fridge.

Yet, he couldn't stop himself from smiling.

Really, Bakugou Katsuki hates his own self sometimes.