I grumble to myself as I walk out of Recovery Girl's office. Caterpillar Sensei classified the quirk Kirishima was hit as an Omega Quirk. Because it was a direct hit in the head, Kirishima is going to be an Omega for the next four months.
"Damn Shiity Hair, you just had to go and get hit with a stupid quirk, didn't you."
I had not been watching where I was going and somehow ended up at the dorms. I let out a sigh and decide to go to bed to get some shut-eye before checking on Kirishima again.
"Oh, hey sparky, did you check on Kirishima yet?"
I let out a frustrated growl I shift my body to see who had spoken to me. I notice Pikachu waving to me from the couch. Alongside him were Raccoon Eyes and Scotch Tape. I decided that he did not have any other friends besides them.
"What the fuck do you want, Pikachu?"
I rub my forefinger and thumb on the bridge of my nose, attempting to stay calm and not destroy anything. I take a long calming breath and exhale slowly. I think about Kirishima and how unhappy he would be if I got expelled because I kill a student. I suddenly begin to think about how Kirishima might be coming over later. I want my Kirishima to hold onto and make me feel better about everything. I end that thought the instant it goes through my head. I needed to stop thinking about him like that. He probably does not even like me that way.
"Woah, Sparky calm down, please don't blow up the dorms, AGAIN!"
I look down at my hands and see them emitting sparks. My emotions had gotten the better of me. Kirishima affected me more than I first thought.
"Shut the fuck up extras. Dammit, now I'm stressed, thanks.'
I walk into the kitchen and grab stuff to make cookies. My mind wanders to thoughts about Kirishima. I grab the peanut butter and decide to make Kirishima some cookies to give to him when he gets better. I start mixing the batter and setting the stove to pre-heat. I was the only one in the dorms who cooked.
"Mama Bakugou, what are you making for us today?"
I turn around to see Floay Bitch in the kitchen. I snarl at her, they all know I don't like anyone strolling in the kitchen when I'm in there. And I despise it when they call me Mama Bakugou.
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT CALLING ME THAT."
