Todoroki
We had already settled in the rooms and everything was normal, until we met again in the common area. From the fourth floor the noise was almost imperceptible, Except for Bakugou's shrill voice that he was sure could be heard even underground. Why does he scream all the time?
In the group of messages where we were all, we received a message from Professor Aizawa informing us that, on the occasion of Mother's Day, we will be able to go visit them, although if we wish to stay, the bedrooms will be open for those who decide to stay.
That weekend in particular, I had no intention of going home, so it seemed like an ideal alternative to stay in my room until further notice. Everyone was excited as they wrote in the chat group what they would do, while I didn't want to continue reading, so I went back to sleep. Thinking about my mother was still an overwhelming topic, even though I had already spoken to her again. I just needed time. I had barely told the Dekusquad that I would stay.
I took my cell phone and, for a change, there were hundreds of messages from others. Among those I looked at superficially, some caught my attention: Bakugou would also stay. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend a weekend than with the most volatile in the entire academy. It was then that his reaction didn't take long. "Why should I stay with the most boring person on the planet?" protested. I was already feeling irritated and that started a series of possible results from a confrontation between the blond and me. "Todoroki doesn't tolerate harassment. He would probably freeze it until we get back. " Midoriya argued, and he was absolutely right. It was just a matter of ignoring it so that our paths didn't cross until Monday.
I woke up the next morning. The bedroom was completely silent. Could it be true that Bakugou decided to stay? I reconsidered better and maybe I should do more than just sleep over the weekend, but I don't want to confirm whether the noisy was here or not.
I decided to take my notes and study for a while. After a few hours, I checked my cell phone again to confirm that it was almost noon and, some messages that, I didn't expect to have; two from Natsuo, one from Fuyumi, and a few from ... Bakugou? Why was he writing to me?
Without intending to find out, I concluded to ignore them as I had done until now, I didn't want to talk to anyone, but I was starting to feel hungry so, after taking a deep breath of air, I decided to go down the stairs to the kitchen, hoping he wasn't there.
When we train it's not so difficult to talk to him, in fact, sometimes it is possible to reason, it is just that most of the time he is not very good at communicating. He's like barking all the time.
I opened the refrigerator and found a container with the leftover soba I had made yesterday. I placed it on a tray and headed for my room, but I wouldn't have so much luck. I was listening to the heavy footsteps of the other individual with whom I would share residence for two days, and that was not at all favorable. I just kept walking; I wasn't interested in meeting him. From a distance I could hear him calling me with one of the many pejorative nicknames with which he referred to me. He did one of his explosions and in a matter of seconds, he was already standing right in front of me. The idea of freezing him until Monday was gathering steam.
– Half–Half bastard, couldn't you hear me?
– What do you want, Bakugou?
– Why didn't you answer my damn messages? I know you saw them
– Because I'm not interested. Can I go now?
– Fuck you! I don't want to see you for the rest of the day. – Bumping my shoulder when moving away
– The feeling is mutual. – Going my way.
In the end I began to feel strangely drained. That brief encounter with Bakugou drained all my energy, so I set the tray down on my desk and lay back on my bed, falling into a deep sleep shortly after.
Bakugou
Damn bi–color, he can't even reply to some damn messages.
After facing him in the hall, I went to the kitchen to prepare something light, I didn't feel like cooking, resulting in toast with scrambled eggs. I left the kitchen spotless before I went for a run. About half an hour later, I could squeeze out my hoodie, I was exhausted, but I had exceeded my 40km limit. After taking a shower, the clock above my bedside read 5pm. I checked my cell phone that I wouldn't be surprised if it ended up overheated, it was full of messages, from the damn group chat where I was together with the foursome of extras. Why do they write so much shit?
I shrugged it off and started to go to the common area. But, halfway down the hall, I stopped. In every single thing I planned to prepare to eat, there would be leftovers, and I hate leaving leftovers, much less wasting food.
Swallowing the damn heaviness, I headed for the choleric's room. I approached his door, and despite the fact that I called him in all the ways I knew, I didn't hear an answer. So, I decided to write to him.
"Before you get your hopes up, I'll make dinner for two because I don't like leaving leftovers. Yours will be on the counter. " I was writing. "Thanks, but I'm not feeling well." Why do I bother? "Do what you want! I don't care!" "I know you don't."
I made my way to the kitchen and even though I tried not to have leftovers, in the end I made enough for two. I ate my fair share and left the rest on the counter. At least an hour had passed, so I decided to check my cell phone again to see if there would be any response from Half–Half and nothing.
– He must be asleep, – I said to myself. I wrote to him again. "It is almost 7pm. Come down and eat your damn dinner, unless you want me to break your damn door! " Again, no response. Would be dead? I waited another twenty minutes and nothing. It was bothering me.
Without delaying any further, I went to the depressive's room with the intention of destroying him with everything and his insufferable mood. Even the idiots of the Bakusquad whom they baptized with my name, they did not leave leftovers of what I prepared for them, because they know what would happen to them if they did.
Before knocking, like before, I thought about turning the doorknob and, to my surprise, it was open. I thought about waking him, until I saw him in a fetal position, totally peaceful. I looked around and it seemed that he was in another place, his room was like that of a luxurious hotel, upholstered with a soft carpet and even a bamboo dressing room, cold as fuck.
– Typical rich kid. – I muttered. While looking at the sleepy guy, and next to him the tray that I saw him climb several hours before; it was intact. How could this idiot still be alive? Just when I was about to wake him up, a light coming from what I assumed was his cell phone stopped my progress. When I was going to put it aside, I could manage to read the message "Please call me" from the sender "Fuyumi". Damn Half–Half, is it a girl problem that has you so down? At that moment, my eyes met the boy's different colored ones.
– Is something wrong, Bakugou? – while rubbing his eyes and yawning.
Todoroki
– What are you doing in my room? – yawning again
– Make no mistake. – Looking at my desk. I knew what he would say to me would not be a good thing, although now that I think about it, when was it? – You didn't even eat the cold thing you always eat
– It's called soba, and as I told you before, I don't feel well. – Wrapping myself up in the sheets again. – Now leave me alone.
– Not until you come down with me. – Snatching my sheets. – You're not leaving any leftovers. – I looked at him with a frown, thinking how much space it would take up if I froze it. I wouldn't stay long if I did, but at least I'd be calmer.
– Whatever. – I answered, getting up reluctantly.
I took my cell phone and decided to ask for help. "Someone, please, take this Gremlin away from me" – as he descended the stairs, the blond went a little further. "Mention me next time, coward" he replied, and I did. I still don't really know how this message works. "Is Kacchan being hostile to you, Todoroki?" "What if it was? What are you going to do you damn nerd? " "Can't you be nice for once, Bakugou?" Yaoyorozu protested. "He woke me up and now he forces me to eat." "Todoroki, you know not to skip meals. This time, Bakugou got it right "" WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY 'THIS TIME' FOUR EYES? " He was even capable of yelling for messages.
– I'm done eating, can I go now? – I must admit, it was not bad at all. During camp their stew was one of the best things we ate.
– Do what you want! – I was away from him, when my cell phone lit up again. It was Fuyumi, again.
– Could it be from the girl who has you in that depressing mood?
– It's just Fuyumi – I don't know why I answered him
– Is it obvious you need a babysitter? I pity her – that happens to me for answering without thinking. My hand tightened on my cell phone. I was upset.
– She's my sister, you idiot! – I yelled – And don't you dare speak ill of her again or you will regret it. –His expression was stunned, but I didn't stay to hear him yell at me.
Ignoring the feelings of guilt for ignoring my sister after defending her from the idiot Bakugou, I decided to answer the messages. "Hello, sorry for not answering. I was busy" I lied. "Doesn't matter. You're good? You ate? Do you want me to pick you up? " "I am not alone and yes, I already ate. Don't worry about me." "You can come tomorrow if you want. Natsuo and I will be here. " "I know that because of your occupations they don't usually have time to visit Mom, so visit her tomorrow. I have to study for some exams. We talk later."
"See you later, Shoto." It's amazing how a simple text message conversation could exhaust me so much.
That night I couldn't sleep. I assumed it was because I had slept most of the afternoon, but no, it was the result of the recurring nightmare that haunted me at night in which my siblings reproached me for the internment of our mother and my father's damn preference for me over them. My head was starting to spin, and the room seemed to shrink. Everyone seemed happy to talk about their mothers, but for me it was another story. Nine years of dissent won't go away overnight, but it was maddening just to be patient and wait. I don't want to make her suffer; I want her to be happy. We both need time.
The window outside confirmed that it was late at night. I went for a glass of water and wanted to watch some TV to distract myself, but I couldn't lower the volume fast enough so that the dream of the beauty of the beast with whom I shared a stay wasn't interrupted, which a few minutes later, was screaming, as usual.
– It's going to be a long night. – I muttered. And, as if it were an advertisement, I received a message from the group "I'm going to kill the bastard Half–Half!"
– What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?!
– I cannot sleep
– Of course not, you slept all afternoon, idiot!
– I think so ... I can turn off the TV if you want
– No. I can't sleep anymore. I will see a movie.
And, surprisingly, I was accompanied by the now silent explosive selecting something to watch.
– There's nothing to choose. Let's play something. – Looking for the controls of the video game console. The screen read "Mario Kart" and I had no idea what it was about. Sometimes I would see him play with Kaminari and Sero, but I never paid much attention to them. Bakugou tried to explain me and, as expected, he only ended up yelling at me, and I just remained silent; he would eventually shut up.
Despite my unsuccessful attempts, I soon discovered how the game dynamics worked and the rest was simple. At first, he was the one who was the winner, but soon after it was victory after victory for me. With each game, he seemed to increase the volume of his screams when he lost. But far from being upset, I felt comfortable, being competitive with the one who always proclaimed himself the winner, making him lose in each round.
– Maybe you're not so boring, Half–Half – I smiled at the unexpected comment. The clock was already striking 4am and we both looked exhausted, but neither wanted to lose in this last race. After resisting a few more minutes in the last game, my eyes gave way to exhaustion and, shortly after, his voice of victory echoed off the walls of the wide area. I don't remember anything else after that, other than feeling strangely comfortable in his company.
At last things begin to square between these two ...
Fact # 15
As a continuation of the previous data, from folklore I also took "Invisible String" for Bakugou and Todoroki.
"Time, mystical time
Cuttin 'me open, then healin' me fine
Are there clues I didn't see?
And isn't it just so pretty to think
All along there was some
Invisible string
Tying you to me? "
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