To others, they were just acting normal, like they usually do. Yaoyorozu is usually occupied with her studies, that's why they never assumed she's not inside her room. That went on for three weeks.
"I hope they'd suspend the fucking classes." Bakugou says, sipping on a soup he made for himself (and apparently took it with him to his room). "Swear to god, the weather report's bullshit."
It was true, she could agree to that. After three weeks, it'll only take one more week for winter to come. "I agree! The classes earlier made me cold, I was lucky enough to have Todoroki-san beside me." she says, frowning while sketching on an empty paper.
"That's because you barely wear anything." he rolled his eyes. It wasn't like he hated her outfit, he thought it showed… a lot of skin, taking most men's attention be it from their class or not. "I already sketched out my freakin' winter costume, you should at least cover your fucking chest."
"No can do, Katsuki." she says, imagination sprouting as she draws a winter version of her hero suit. "Unfortunately, my clothing would just get ripped off if I ever do that." she sighed, crossing out her first draft and then crumpling the paper only to take a new sheet and draw again.
"Can't you do one of those stupid costumes made of hair?" he snickered, "Kinda like Mario's. Mirio's. Whatever the fuck his name is." she giggled at him not having a nickname for the number one student in UA as of now.
"I did inquire about it, but Hatsume-san just started sprouting things that are unrelated."
"That's expected. She never shuts up, annoying as hell, really." he says, sipping on his soup again as he feels the cold air. His window is open, air conditioner turned off since it was too cold, but too hot if there was no source for air.
She finishes another draft, showing it to Bakugou proudly; "How about this, Katsuki?" she smiles energetically. A sketch of her winter version costume — it was just her normal suit. With a cape.
"No." he frowns. "That's a fucking cape, it ain't gonna do much."
She pouts, showing him another draft, "This one?" it was also like the normal one, with shorts, that is, and one of those furry things Ashido had.
"That's ridiculous." he laughed loudly, "You're goin' to end up being Racoon Eyes version two."
She rolled her eyes at his explanation, "I don't know what to do."
The boy stood up from his bed, leaving his bowl above a drawer set as he approaches her on his study table. Swiftly, he grabs her mechanical pencil and takes another sheet of paper, taking the seat beside her. She wonders why there's another chair, really. When he talked to her three weeks ago, she noticed that other chair but kept silent about it.
Bakugou started sketching a dull figure of Yaoyorozu, which made her chuckle — "Shut up, I know I ain't that talented but I'm a fucking genius." he sticks his tongue out to mock her.
She watched as he created a sketchy draft — it was evidently messy, but she could see that he's trying his best, erasing things here and there. Yaoyorozu noticed him shivering from the cold; so she created an orange scarf that he didn't even notice since he was working so intensely.
She threw it over his neck, and then wrapped it. For a second he wondered what the hell she was doing, but he noticed the warmth on his neck. "Thanks." he mumbled, a hint of red flushing on his cheek, before quickly going away. He goes back to his work. She only smiled in return.
After about ten minutes, he finally finished. He was relatively slower than her, but it was understandable. Bakugou didn't exactly have the artists' hands. He proudly raised the sheet of paper with an enthusiastic look on his face - a look on the side of being proud rather than being a brag.
It looked like a sports bra, just a bit longer than the usual, and the width started decreasing by the neck line, most likely would show half of her collar bone (the ones closer to the shoulder on each end). It reached to the top most part of her neck. It had sleeves, too, reaching up until below the elbow area. The sketch model's belly is exposed, and the back-version is the same. On the lower body, shorts that were long for Yaoyorozu, but were actually short enough for Bakugou. It still showed a good amount of skin for her legs, but Bakugou thought that the length was enough. If he made it longer, she probably would've complained. It was short enough as it is, but she probably thought it was long.
The girl's original dress almost had her ass showing for god's sake. Well, on the good note, he didn't draw her heels because if he did, he'd appear shorter. In any case, he replaced them with tight short boots. He was already proud that he became taller than her for an inch, heck if she wore boots he'd appear two inches shorter and he'd be super pissed about it; plus, he slouches.
Yaoyorozu's eyes scanned the sketch seriously, which made the boy anxious (but he would never tell her). After about ten seconds of looking, her eyes glittered that of Aoyama's, and she wore a large smile.
"You're right, you are a genius!" he clasped her hands in between the paper. "I'll send this to Hatsume-san tomorrow! Thank you so much, Katsuki!" she happily exclaimed, knowing that it was a good idea. Sure, it did split some space from her chest, but it did regain much space from the back area.
She almost threw herself at him. Almost. She still had self-restraint left.
He was disappointed at that, but he would never show it. He just grinned like the usual, "Obviously."
"If there are classes tomorrow, that is." she mumbled.
"I fucking hope not." he replied while tugging his scarf up to cover his lips. He goes back to his now warm, not hot, soup and started sipping on it again, leaving her on his study table. Bakugou called out to her.
"Yes?" she asked with a curious expression on her face.
"What's your, uh, favorite color?" she glanced up at him, who looked ridiculous as if he was smiling. She couldn't tell, since his lips were covered by the scarf she made. Bakugou is curious about her.
"It's white." she replied casually. "Although a lot of our friends assume I like red." she blinked, seeing Bakugou typing some things on his phone which, she thinks, is listing down what she just said.
"Cats or dogs?"
"Pigs," she chuckled as he rolled his eyes at her, "But if I can't say pigs, then dogs. I miss Momoiro." she added, pertaining to her dog, which Bakugou actually knew of.
She understands Bakugou's weird attitude now; since he did say he was serious about her.
"What the hell do you like to do?" he asked, cocking a brow up at her.
"Shopping, you already knew that." she smiled, "I like going places in general."
He snickers, pulling the scarf down to reveal a grin, "Going places where you spend fucking money, I bet." he chuckled. She looked away in embarrassment before looking back once more, nodding sheepishly.
"W-Why're you even asking such things?" she asked as if she was completely clueless about what was going on. Bakugou sunk deeper into his bed like a child, wrapping his lower body in sheets.
"I told you, didn't I? Three damn weeks ago," he started, pulling up the scarf once more with a reddish tint on his pale skin. "I'm serious. Can't I ask 'bout your preferences?" he glared at her, which she didn't seem to mind.
"Oh, no, well… I just thought you wouldn't be too direct about it." she whispered.
"I thought so too." he laughs, "But screw that, you're right here, why the fuck not?" Yaoyorozu smiled awkwardly at his response — she didn't hate it, in fact, she felt flustered about it, not in a bad way.
"I blame shitty weather 'cuz I can't go anywhere with you."
"It is winter in a week. It's getting quite chilly everywhere, though. Don't you think so? Everyone's been buying new sweaters lately, or scarves."
Bakugou could only nod. He hated cold weather. It's like being on period for one whole season and he would probably fuck everything up if he didn't have self-control, really. "Oi, Ponytail, there's another kid that confessed to you earlier, right?" he asked curiously.
"Uhm, yes. He's from the Business Course." she looked up, trying to remember how the person looked like.
"Did the fucker ask you out?" he raised a brow.
She blinked before responding to him, a little startled by his little question. "Err — yes, he did." she shrugs. "I did reject him respectfully. Why?" she could see Bakugou sighing in relief.
"I ain't allowed to shut 'em up since we're not dating or any fucking shit, but swear to god, Ponytail, they've been annoying me." he confessed.
"Why so? Did one of them hurt you, or do something?" she asked apologetically. Bakugou chuckled — "As if! I just don't want 'em saying cheesy shit in front of you when you're literally fuckin' beside me."
For the record, he was behind her earlier at school, but whatever. Details did not matter to Bakugou. "Because you always follow me when I agree to meet up with them, Katsuki."
He sinks in deeper to his sheets, feeling embarrassed. "So?" he furrowed his brows. "So you really have no choice but to deal with it, you know? I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like anyone else around when they're confessing, too, but you alwys glare at them, so—"
"They better fucking deal with it, what if they do bad shit?" he snickers, "I'm being a good boy here, pay some credit." Bakugou jokes around.
"Good boys don't say the f word," she started, looking at him proudly like she's a superior. Bakugou just had the best idea, ever. "The what word?" says him, almost innocently. Good acting skills really went in there.
"The f word?" she repeated.
"There's like a million f-words."
"The swear word, Katsuki, stop acting!"
"I'm not acting, stop hurtin' my feelings." he responded, desperately trying to suppress his laughter by putting his scarf up. "What fucking word are you even talking about?"
"You just said it!"
"Said what?" he felt a grin creeping up on his face.
"The fuck word!" she replies, before realizing she actually cussed, so she, embarrassingly; covered her mouth with her eyed open wide. Bakugou was wheezing between his laughs, like an alcoholic. He looked tipsy, and red.
"I made you cuss, I'm a fucking legend." he still wheezes. "I should've recorded it, damn it!" he laughed again, pounding his head over the wall, laughing at her reaction.
Yaoyorozu, still embarrassed, "That was not me," she reasoned. "That was some weird creepy ghost who took over my body." she made lame excuses that made Bakugou laugh even more — a tear dropping from his face.
"You suck at lying." he managed to inhale a plenty amount of air before passing out from laughter. She wouldn't admit, but Bakugou laughing is another type of happiness she wants for herself. He did look adorable.
The very next week, after class where almost everyone is out of the school, winter arrived — with a snow storm.
"Why the fuck am I stuck here with you?" Bakugou groans, annoyed yet pleased at the same time for being stuck with Yaoyorozu and a few others from Class 1-B. "I told you to go first, Katsuki. It's not my fault." she defended.
"As if I'd leave without you." he whispers, unheard of the people who hurdled in the locker room benches. There's Awase, Kendo, Monoma and Tetsutetsu in the locker area with them.
"It's so freaking cold!" Tetsutetsu screams, not able to do anything. If he turned into metal, he would only get colder and he isn't willing to risk it. "I don't see why we have to be stuck here with… that guy." Monoma mockingly pointed at Bakugou who growled at him. Behind him, Awase and Kendo are more than ready to slap both his cheeks.
"Sorry, Yaoyorozu, Bakugou, this guy's really mental." Awase sighed along with Kendo. The girl, however, smiled upon seeing that Yaoyorozu was actually there. "At least we have some company, who actually can give us heat." she shivered, then looked at Monoma lying on the floor. "Maybe Monoma could copy him, too."
Bakugou rolled his eyes, "As if I'd let that blond coconut copy me, tch."
"We don't really have a choice, Katsuki." Yaoyorozu mumbled, a pink glow emitting from her hand. She was creating — wood? "I hope they don't mind if we camp here." she whispered while looking at the glass door before them — they couldn't even see what's outside.
It was all covered in snow. Bakugou groaned as he approached the area where she placed the planks — far from anything, basically, being careful not to burn anything. He releases a small explosion, and then they made fire.