6

Kasaya closed the door behind him, it's been a week since that girl with the green ivy hair came up to him in the classroom, after letting out for the day and gave him that slip of paper.

He hadn't thrown it away.

Instead he kept it, not because he wanted to visit their room, but because as he went to throw it in his waste basket in his room, it made him think. He enclosed it again in his history book where it laid flat and uncrushed, he'd tried to smooth the lines out of it as much as possible.

It made him think about his brother's words.

He considered himself such a bad person, so dangerous with what had happened to him, that he was a threat to anyone and everyone with not being able to control his quirk.

With no real will, he had a hard time even conjuring enough 'want' to even use it a little, but with enough will in anything (if he could find any anywhere for anything other than school work), then it was a huge possibility that he could hurt someone.

Using his power for good?

But his brother had told him, there was no reason not to try to live a normal life and have friends. Within UA walls.

That paper made him think: What is more important? Friends? Or not hurting people?

He was stuck between a strange void of space, where he knew some people wanted to be his friend, but he wasn't willing to let his quirk hurt them. Therefore he knew he'd always be trapped between that and being lonely.

The room was dark and no light was on. There was no sound either, except heavy rain. It was only 8 PM, but the days just kept getting shorter and shorter as winter was creeping in. Thunder boomed in the background, and a cold rain pattered again against the glass pane.

"Damnit." Kasaya sat his soaked school work down on the bed.

On Wednesdays he studied til 7:30 in the library on the 3rd floor because it was quiet there. He had put his work in his backpack and ran like holy hell to the dorms. His phone might be water-proof but his backpack wasn't!

He reached to turn the light switch on. He flicked it. Nothing. He flicked it a few more times. Nope.

Kasaya sighed in response. "Great." He started pulling wet items out of his backpack, book covers soaked through.

A boom and a flash at the window made everything bright, then dark. Rain like the construction site out back had somehow come back to life, like a heavy machine was pounding, beating into the ground.

A knock. More less, frantic.

He answered immediately. It was Iida.

"Sorry!" He bowed really quick, he handed Kasaya a flashlight, he had a box full of them over his shoulder. "Power's out! The storm blew the fuse boxes for the dorm buildings! Remember no candles in the rooms!" With that he ran off down the hall knocking on the next door and the next door. Some answered, some nobody was there.

He wasn't sure why he was passing out flashlights. They all had flashlights on their phones these days. Maybe just as an extra light he supposed.

'Speaking of.'

Kasaya jammed his hand into his jacket pocket.

"Son of'a bitch." His new Mogron was on 6% battery life, and he had no way to charge it. Wiping the screen off with his shirt under his soaked-through jacket, with the power out, and with it being drenched and nasty outside, lightning flashing like crazy, muddy, there was no way he was going to brave it and trudge over to another building to just charge it. The dorm area was the farthest east row of buildings.

He'd wait until it passed. He'd have to. No choice.

In that moment the door slammed open.

"FUCK!" A foot lowered back to the ground, leaving a huge mud print on the front of it before it closed itself, the heavy door on a spring. Bakugo was equally a mess as Kasaya. He stomped over to his bed in the darkness, blonde hair completely soaked, uniform, and bag.

The navy-headed teen pulled his bun out of his hair-tie and took his jacket off hanging it on the coat rack, (one where it hooked over the edge of the bed), the only type of one he could get seeing as they weren't allowed to nail holes in the walls.

Bakugo began stripping himself down, more of a mess than the other.

Kasaya was unsure where he'd been. It looked like he'd fallen in a pool.

Flashing lights revealed to the drenched blonde (now down to his black tank and soiled uniform pants) that Kasaya was doing the same exact thing... stripping down. He must be wet also.

And he noticed, he had his hair down. Unusual. Probably because everything was a mess, he heard the sound of a brush running through it. Then he heard swearing under breath and saw a flashlight snap back and forth.

His eyes instantly looked away. Why did he feel the necessity to glance over?

Bakugo tried not to watch, but the guys hair was so long and it kind of fixed his eyes as much as he wanted to pull away. He pegged it as he's just never seen a man with that length of hair. But he knew, he's also not seen him with his shirt off.

Nothing ever lined up for them, classes, personal schedules, bathing, nothing. They barely seen each other, let alone talked.

He was fit.

Bakugo had never pinned Blue Balls as interested in anything that involved physical training... or anything period.

"Homework... all wet. God damn it to hell." The spit-fire heard the other say blandly, watching him drop the flashlight on the bed. The light bouncing.

Kasaya was so pissed. Everything was an incredible disaster, and incredibly ruined inside his backpack. His books were save-able, they just needed to dry, the edges would be a bit wavy, but that was acceptable. What was the problem, was that the homework that was due tomorrow. It had gotten so wet that the penned lines he'd wrote were now all blotchy and the paragraphs were only semi-readable in some places. And this was a big assignment. He couldn't miss out on the points!

"Oi. Dip shit." Kasaya heard pants unzipping behind him. "Flashlight, can't see."

Kasaya wanted to blurt out for him just to use his phone, but instead he just tossed him the metal, heavy light, and Fire Explosion Death caught it with his left hand. He was also quite dexterous. He would of been good in baseball too.

Good thing he asked for it though. It gave Kasaya time to just sink down onto his bed and contemplate in some long athletic shorts he'd pulled on.

He put them on as it was completely dark. No way did he want the chance of his roommate seeing any of the scars. He even slept fully clothed. Long shorts and a tee, enough to stay comfortable, but enough to 'hide' his past history written all over the insides of his upper thighs.

He was thankful the night granted him enough freedom to change quick, but really, his mind was busy on something else though than that.

Damn. Just exactly what the hell he was supposed to do? It took his all day to write the essays, and format them, then the professor absolutely insisted it be in handwriting? Why? He didn't know, but it was going to take at least another couple of hours getting it re-written, and what un-wet paper did he have? None.

He'd have to go buy new notebooks at the campus store tomorrow morning. And they only opened an hour before his first class started when the written assignment was due. There was no way he could finish it by then.

He was screwed.

"Fuck. I'm fucked." He lolled his chin on his knuckles, elbow on knee. Lost in thought looking out the window, watching the storm.

"HAH? I said 'HERE'. Take it idiot."

Kasaya jumped in his sitting posture. Head jolting up to stare.

He hadn't noticed his perturbed room partner, standing closest to his edge on the duct tape of the floor, ushering him to stand to grab the simplistic device.

Why had he not thrown it as he had? Bakugo was the more reckless one. He figured he'd just throw it back, 20 feet across the room, aiming for his bed or somewhere soft.

Worst part was, it was laundry night. There were plenty of soft places to throw it. Wednesday was always laundry night for Kasaya too, all his towels were dirty and he had nothing to dry off with. Perfect night to get the power shut off. No washer and dryers in the downstairs laundry room would work, no hot showers. He was stuck in caveman mode.

Showering. Another issue. He brought full clothes with him, dried off, dressed and everything inside the shower before opening the curtain. Even went the hours when a low amount of people were there.

Gliding over, he took the flashlight out of Bakugo's hand, on the complete other end of it, making sure not to touch even a finger, and with it on went over to his dresser and rummaged through it, looking for the biggest piece of clothing he had that was clean to dry off with. It was a flannel shirt, one of his brother's.

The flashlight banged down on the dresser with a clunck and he began drying his upper body which was cold and shivering.

Bakugo quirked an eyebrow from his bed. What the hell was the moron doing? Since when did he look at him so much? He grr'ed under his breath. Rolled his eyes, at himself. Was that... was he... drying off with a shirt? Something inside of him cringed. It just wasn't... clean. Kind of low-life-ish. His roommate didn't live in a box on the street. He didn't show up to the homeless shelter and beg for a bowl of soup and a half molded piece of rice bun.

It just grossed him out.

Kasaya felt something soft smack him across the face. But it was thrown so hard that it caused him to instantly drop the flannel on the ground, which was now damp, and spit shot out of his mouth.

It was a fluffy towel.

The overly explosive wet blonde.

Kasaya didn't say anything and just looked his direction. Flashes of lightning revealed he was still sitting on his bed, going through some things. Not looking at him.

But clearly... Bakugo had thrown it, the texture not of his towels, but softer.

Better.

He was also the only other person in the room. Duh.

"Stop using that. Disgusting." A voice in the darkness grumbled out, it was rude and brash. Bakugo's.

Keep it short Kasaya. He remembered his brother's words. "Thanks." It was all he mustered. A grunt from the other side.

Safety. One word safety.

Now he had enough material to throw over his head and get the water out of his locks. The shirt just wasn't thick enough.

He threw the towel over his head and began slowly rubbing it around to get out the water. Kasaya's mind wandered into new territory. Had the biker-cut... been watching? 'Obvious.'

Bakugo eyed him through flashes. 'It was just that that had been gross.' His mind reiterated for him, making it logical. He held Blue Balls in a better regard than what he even admitted to himself. The guy just left him so much alone. And the towel throwing: The combination of his nose sticking up in the air on Blue Balls actions with that old holey flannel, drying himself, and the regard he held him in, Bakugo had felt a twist inside. Learching in the stomach.

He just couldn't.

COULDN'T.

His hand... just... tossed. Without his own mind there.

Then his mouth snapped open, but the words hadn't even came out that harsh. Not as rough as usual. He didn't even openly call him Blue Balls yet. He hadn't had to.

Kasaya still rubbed his hair under the towel. What does that even mean then? Probably nothing. Write it off. 'It means nothing.' sat on the bed. Bakugo's words had sounded kind of unlike him. Kasaya was so used to that low-toned piping, mouth wide open, if his roommate had fangs you'd be able to see them through the yelling, but that phrase.

'Stop using that. Disgusting.'

His mouth was more than half-closed, still abrasive and mean, much like Ashley, but it was opposite the usual. Satoko assumed that he probably had different pitches in his voice. Everyone did, he knew all of Ashley's by heart.

That thought sickened him.

He threw the towel off his head and snapped his hair up over his head like a dog. It trailed down to the bottom of his shoulders, it'd grown some since he'd been a student at UA. Quite a bit actually.

Kasaya snorted and stood closest to the tape on his side, trying to drown out Ashley's tones in his head with what to say to the hothead on the other side of the room to not cause a blow up of flame in his face.

He hated that even though he was away from her, he never was really 'away'. At least the bitch hadn't called today, he didn't want to block the number, as every time she called he would send the call times and information to his brother by screen-shotting it now.

She was smarter than to text.

At the military base, where his brother attended a military high school, Kasaya and his brother had a hidden box of information, building a court case against her and her family. Not just for physical and psychological damage to Kasaya, but also how'd she's used him to do her bidding, used her quirk for evil, villainous.

It was illegal. Whatever her family was involved in, was illegal.

Simply, he let the towel drape out over his arm, and he held it out, waiting. But something else happened as a creak on the other side of the room was heard: a pool of slow moving running water on the tile floor beneath Kasaya's bare feet.

The blonde went to snatch his belonging back, and splashed in it on his side too. A foot slammed right into it (as Bakugo had a habit of stomping around the room, heavy-footed) and it splashed up on the calves of both. It was running across the floor, and quick.

Bakugo instantly dropped, snatching the towel and laid it out on the floor, wiping with his hands, it soaking through completely.

Kasaya grabbed the shirt, and some dirty clothes and mopped the floor up on his side, first using his feet, then bending down on his knees also to spread out clothing across the floor. It didn't help as both sides' floors were still covered with a layer of water, and they'd expended all current materials. Towels wet as sop. Dirty clothing wet. Flannel wet.

But it wasn't stopping. In the dark, Kasaya grabbed the flashlight off his dresser and shined it around looking at all the crevices along the walls.

The blue haired teen wasn't surprised when the other aggravated to all hell started shouting. "HAH?! What the HELL?!" He was still scrubbing up slow moving water off the floor.

The other scanned. "What the fuck?!" He stepped into another puddle over by where Bakugo's duct tape was, Katsuki on his side looked like a handmaiden briskly scrubbing a country house marble floor for a rich philanthropist.

Kasaya's tone came out more agitated than normal. It reminded Bakugo of when he's heard him cussing out that girl on the phone.

"THERE!" Kasaya stopped the light and Bakugo stared over where the room illuminated under his bed area, there it was leaking, somewhere under his bed, the gray eye'ed guy trailed the flashlight's bulb up. The wall looked moist.

From above the ceiling water leaked down the wall quietly, gravity taking it to the ground, and it created enough of a problem, that they just couldn't get it all. The roof was right above them on the 4th floor, and it was leaking through the duct in the ceiling.

Kasaya assumed all the rooms on the 4th probably had all exposed duct work, as they were new and unfinished. But he liked it because it looked all industrial and fabricated, much like his favorite place to go hang out... alone. A spot on campus that nobody knew about:

An old building far off west opposite the main area, marked off limits to students, but where there were offices. It was a split up old factory building converted into management.

But it wasn't all renovated. Half of it was also, not, completely torn apart, broken windows. Old.

There was where he's go when he really felt like being alone with himself. And Daisuta. Couldn't go anywhere without Daisuta.

It sat on UA campus, the other half probably looking to get renovated and turned into something too, but that probably wouldn't be for awhile, seeing as Kasaya assumed UA was running out of cash-o-la. When would they ever finish that back garden area to the dorm, or the ceilings?

Who knew.

Who cared?!

They had leak problems and that was all that mattered!

Bakugo growled. "Why the fuck is... what the? HAH?!" He babbled. Not normal for him. "Where's a fucking drain?" He held a sopping wet towel, the edges of it leaking dirty water back onto the floor. "GOD DAMNIT to hell!" He stood. All his stuff. It was wet. Kasaya's stuff it was wet.

Seeing him like that.

Bakugo looked unraveled.

He lacked direction.

Somehow this was throwing him.

Kasaya snapped. "Duct tape line over for the night." His hands waved back and forth in a 'no no' type of motion. Flashing light all over the room for a second. A thunder BOOM.

"HAH?!" Bakugo shot up. NO WAY. This was his side. He stared right at the loser. "What?!" He was about to regret living with him the rest of the semester. "CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CARELY!" A threat. Water under his feet.

"Our stuff, it's wet! Let's get it off the floor!" Kasaya threw a hand to his temple, rubbing it. Flashlight at his roommate. Shouldn't of spoke to him that way! God damn it! Shouldn't tell him what to do!

But desperate times. They call for desperate measures.

He just 'acted'. His stuff would be ruined too if they didn't act, now and or at least soon.

"I have a coat rack... just start passing me any of your stuff that has a hook to hang it." Kasaya cursed himself for getting wordy. He slowed down, speech and all, longer sentences meant thought. Lots. 'No names. No names.' His head kept repeating.

"NO!" Bakugo blurted. A flash light came in his face. No way would he let anyone think of his stuff, in relation to someone else's! It was his stuff! He governed what to do with it!

For the first time, above duct tape line between them, their eyes met.

The blonde gawked into the dipshit's eyes, and realized they were confused looking, startled. There was nothing comforting in them at all, just empty. Pale. And they looked gray? He wanted to push his nose against his and tell him a piece of his mind! That blank-headed retard!

Kasaya leeched back a bit as he realized Bakugo's eyes in the light weren't brown, but twitching in disgust of his suggestion, and also a bit more red than he thought. In this age, all colors of hair and eyes were in every culture, but red in eyes was rare. Blonde hair, red eyes. Kind of like a vampire. It made him look just that much more angry!

Kasaya found words. Slow ones. Being careful. He didn't want to stir anything up, but guess what? It was already there. It was past that. Bakugo would blow his lid at any moment. "I agreed to the space separation. It's fine. I don't care. Shit is a fucking mess. The ducts are leaking. We have to get stuff off the floor."

Bakugo's face... twitching and a vein popping out on his forehead.

'Oh shit...oh shit. Think think think.' He slammed his hand out to the guy who growled back in response as if the hand was poison. "Shake on it."

The blonde suddenly raised a eyebrow baffled. "WHAT?!"

"We're not friends. Let's just move shit off the ground. When this is fixed..." He waved his hand for added character, to get the point across. He pointed the flashlight back in Bakugo's face. "We go back to how shit was."

"Get that light outta my fuckin' face." He batted it away, and Kasaya made kind of a huff sound. It wasn't a disgruntled one, just he didn't expect Bakugo to do anything physical. The flashlight fell out of his hand, and with that it landed in a puddle on the ground.

Both of them got to full extent of the problem right in that second. While one had been badgering, the other trying to calm himself enough not to use any names, the room had an inch of water standing in the bottom of it now.

"FUCK." They both said in unison.

Bakugo picked up the rolling flashlight. "FINE!" He sloshed over to his bed and started just launching things his roommate's direction, (luckily they were both barefoot), the first thing smacked the other and luckily he caught it before it hit the floor. It was his roommate's school bag. Heavy.

Soon coats, shirts and all items were hung up off the floor from Bakugo's side on Kasaya's coat rack. Bakugo started emptying his closet's floor.

Sneakers were getting thrown and Kasaya just threw them on top his desk.

Bakugo motioned him over, letting the line go as he'd seen the pertinence in saving his things, and his mattress, and they moved the a bed together away from the wall that was wet, scooted his desk to the middle of the floor, in which the duct tape line got ripped up a bit, the water sloshing, splashing up on the desk some. Bakugo grabbed his computer and some notebooks, Kasaya the same, worried about his stereo. They remained un-talking through all of it.

Wet.

Dirty.

Tired.

They just stared at each other in the hall as they exited.

The deed was done.

"I'll go see if I can find that fucktard Iida." Bakugo crossed his arms.

Kasaya waved the flashlight. He was thankful. He didn't want to do anymore speaking. He got close to using his name once while moving things, only because Bakugo almost moved the end of his bed on one of his toes. Thank the Gods he recognized his roommate didn't want to speak, probably pissed at the situation itself, and just used the storm's flashes of lightning and hand signals to communicate.

All silence.

He was glad for the shift in dominance.

He'd saved their stuff from ruination, time for the blonde's turn to go get something solved.

"Fine." Kasaya nodded giving his roommate the flashlight.

"I'll be back." He walked away in the dark.

Kasaya felt around in the blackness until he found a hall couch, as sofas lined the halls in smaller (not-lounge) sitting areas, it was just down from the room.

'I'll be back.' When did he ever inform him of his comings and goings? Neither of them did. They didn't care.

It was the agreement.

He was getting to see a different side to his roommate. The overzealous loud mouth could be agreeable and bendable, seeing if a dire situation was going on. But still, Kasaya huffed. His personality aside, wasn't that moveable. This was just a unique situation, a horrible disaster, which involved coming together for just a brief amount of time, to work together to solve a problem, and that was simply it.

Kasaya had zero amount of interest or will to be familiar with him. Like the paper the green ivy girl gave him. He just... couldn't.

He knew he'd went out on a limb to try to force his roommate into a pact with him, surprised he hadn't been knocked in the jaw, or lit on fire. But in doing so, in asking that, he had to set a stable ground that things would go back to how they were. By proposing they work together it was threatening both of their ways of life and that was the last thing either of them needed.

Bakugo trusted no one. He trusted no one.

He liked the quiet of the room, Kasaya liked the fact that he didn't know him, never then would he hurt another, or others, or hopefully himself ever again.

The less people he associated with the better.

Iida was quickly moving down the hall with Bakugo trailing behind.

Seeing his roommate nearly blew Iida's top off a couple weeks ago over cornering him in the hall, he was surprised the tall four-eyes was still in one piece. He couldn't imagine the perils that Iida went through with that conversation. He didn't feel bad for him, he didn't quite care, but he hoped at least the dorm wasn't blown apart over on Iida's wing due to an firey eruption from his pact-mate, leaking more water into the building.

"Satoko!"

He stood up from the couch. "Yeh." As if he was telling 'PRESENT!' to a professor in class.

"Got your key?"

Bakugo eyed him. Better have his key. 'Idiot.' Because well... he didn't have his. Forgot it amongst the chaos.

"Yeh." Same word. Unlocked the door.

Bakugo's tension released in his back. 'Good.' One less thing he's have to worry about. No scolding he'd have to do.

All three walked in.

"DAMN." Kasaya blurted. "Shit." Iida actually said a cuss word. Bakugo just crossed his arms annoyed as ever grabbing something out of his backpack on Kasaya's coat rack and nonchalantly wrapping it around his arm. It was his key, he didn't want the idiot knowing he'd forgotten it.

It was worse. 3 inches covering the floor, and starting to leak in the hall.

"This is bad."

"NO SHIT four eyes! FUCKING FIX IT!" Bakugo screamed out suddenly.

The mood was set.

Tension. Anger.

Mixed in it, Kasaya had no idea where they would stay.

"Okay Repair Line, we need the Repair Line!" He punched some numbers on his cellphone and walked out in the informal sitting area by the glass, lightning flashing through it. It was late, but the line was open 24 hours, especially for emergency repairs. "HELLO! YES! Iida, STUDENT ADVISOR, number 112789-4. Yes. Repair. Emergency. Representative."

They roommates walked out of the room, door closing, and both sat on opposite ends of the couch, the blonde rolling his eyes at Iida.

"This is bullshit." Iida was so nerdy and affirmative about everything. It was annoying to Bakugo, plain stressful. He rubbed a hand through his damp hair, it starting to slowly work it's way to dry and starting to stand back up again in it's normal callic-like fashion.

Affirmation didn't bother the navy-haired one, as his older brother was in a military school.

"Cementoss! YES! GREAT!" They finally heard him say.

"Didn't take long." Kasaya blurted, crossing his arms.

"Okay guys. Sorry! Cementoss will be here to fix the pipe above the ceiling and also to finish the ceiling in your room to seal it off."

"And exactly how long will that take?!" The hot headed one boomed, arms crossed now too.

"Don't lose your cool, but late. He's on call all over campus right now. A tree fell into one of the main buildings for sciences, and a piece of the roof blew off the cafeteria. Then he's got dorm calls. There's a flood in D and E building, and."

"Uhnnn." Kasaya blandly interrupted. Watching Bakugo through flashes getting hotter and hotter under the collar. The statement was Kasaya's device to dissolve the situation. "Got it. Not mad at you. The situation. It's just shitty." And it was.

Bakugo's mouth was read. He growled through his lips at four-eyes. "ALL FUCKIN' NIGHT?" His roommate took the words right out of his damn mouth!

Iida watched as the lightning flashed and illuminated, thunder booming, shaking the panes on the glass, in which he seen them sitting in the same exact posture, looking like replicas of each other.

Kasaya on the left of the long couch. Arms crossed. Looking upset and to the leaning left, head away from everyone. Bakugo. Right. Crossed arms, head to the right.

Something stalled out in Iida's head.

They just looked?

'Similar.' His head told him.

They looked alike.

It was odd. He cleared the tense, but quiet air surrounding him with a cough. "So, there's emergency blankets. Make camp in the lounge down the hall. I'll have my roommate come charge your phones, since his quirk is electric, not supposed to use them outside asking, but this is dire."

Both of them grunted just a sigh, not caring about the rule breaking.

Bakugo turned the flashlight on then and stood, just walking away. He was horribly inconvenienced.

Kasaya wanted to yell at him to come back with it. But meandering down a straight hall to the lounge wouldn't cause him much of an issue. It was a straight shot, so Bakugo hogging the flashlight wasn't a problem. Less talk that way. He tried, yet again to fizzle out the roommate spouting off thing, as he had in the past.

Yet again, it worked.

Even their responses were the similar Iida thought. Just a sigh. A perturbed sigh. For different reasons obviously. Kasaya was just upset, Bakugo... furious.

He continued, his tone changed since it was just Kasaya now. "We have food and pillows too. It shouldn't take all night, but if it does, the couches in the lounge are comfortable, or I have these blow up sleeping bags that are soft on the bottom like mattresses?"

The blue haired teen looked to his peer. "That's fine. Just bring it all."

Iida blurted. "Is he okay?" He wasn't sure why he felt the need to ask. Bakugo was nothing but horrible and menacing. It was his duty to keep in-check with the roomers in the building. Why would Kasaya know anything about him anyway?

Why had Iida asked that? Kasaya was confused. He didn't keep track. "I don't know. I never know." Kasaya shrugged. "I try not to get involved."

"Buh?" Iida was pushing. Ibara had spoken with him about how he'd told her that he didn't know why he was studying here. Didn't know what he wanted. That she had no idea what his quirk was. Did he get along with Bakugo? That he just couldn't place. He'd told Midoriya of course, Ibara told Uraraka, so he assumed Ashido probably knew the grapevine news too.

After the initial month's roommate follow up and the most unexpected event of them saying it was fine, well Kasaya anyway, Bakugo just blabbing one word and huffing away, this situation perplexed him.

This was the first time he'd realized though, their demeanor really was quite the same. Maybe... just maybe they 'kind of' did get along.

"Seems that way." Kasaya stood keeping words short. "Sorry about this Ii." Kasaya paused, and briskly, and abruptly smacked himself across the face. So quick and halting that spit shot out of his mouth and it was instantly red and puffy.

"Holy!" Iida went over to grab him. What the?! What did he just witness?! "Kasaya! ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"Hey idiots! SHUT UP!" They heard Bakugo yell from down the hall. What the hell? "GET ON THE ROOM!"

"I'm fine." Flat. Kasaya turned on heel and walked away straight down the hall to Bakugo. At least he knew he wouldn't have to be spoken to there. "Don't worry about it." He mumbled back, leaving the spectacled man confused, and just shaken.

No way in hell would he say anything to Iida! This situation all of it. God damn it to hell!

What he could do? What he could do with his quirk...

It was just too much. He couldn't say a name. Not a single one.

"Da fuck's wrong? What was he yelling about?" Bakugo stood at the entry of the lobby, arms crossed with the flashlight. He wanted to know. Was Iida messing stuff up with getting the room fixed or what? The only thing he seen, as Kasaya passed him with a... "Nothing."... was a pinkish streak across his face.

What was that? Did Iida and him get into a fight down there? He just noticed but didn't say shit.

It wasn't really his place. But, as far as he knew, his roommate was just as stand-offish with people as he was. He followed his room rules, which involved no visitors. How was it that Iida and him had anything to fight about?

Kasaya sat down on a random couch not close to where Bakugo sat.

Silence.

Just silence and rain. Exactly what Satoko wanted after that almost slip up.

"Don't worry! Kaminari here with the charge!" An idiotic looking dude bumbled into the lounge area. He kind of blurted it out as the feel of the black room was just heavy with frustration. He was always trying to lighten the mood. "Got some stuff too! Iida sent me down!"

"'Bout time nutsack, here's my phone." He tossed it to the other blonde. "It's dead."

Kaminari rolled his eyes. Of course. Bakugo. Commanding as always. First as always, with no care or consideration towards his roommate. Knowing that, he addressed the new guy to make him feel 'involved' and not left out. "You too?"

"Yeh. Just whenever." Satoko mumbled. So, that was why Bakugo wasn't using his phone. It was dead. He didn't care about his roommate, he wanted what he wanted, he was selfish. He could live with that. Not unusual or abnormal at all.

"So uh." The guy plopped stuff down on the floor and equally as recklessly plopped himself down on the couch Kasaya was sitting on holding Bakugo's phone in his palm. "You're new eh?"

Bakugo instantly began digging through the stuff, getting and wanting first pick over the materials.

Kasaya assumed this was Iida's roommate as the Bakugo's phone instantly lit up with a red power bar flashing. It was charging! It interested him, not as much as that girl's did, Uraraka's, but it still was a really interesting quirk. Really practical. The guy would be able to watch Netflix on his phone endlessly.

"New to 1-B. B-4 and C before."

Bakugo listened as he dug. He picked out his soft camping/sleeping mattress and laid it out on the left side of the room, it was softer than the couches. C was low, not really low, but low. But he'd tested into B, and then a higher-class of B. That was improvement. So. The guy wasn't that smart probably, but he was showing/had shown genuine effort to move upward. That didn't impress Bakugo, he was still smarter and better, but at least the moron had gumption to try, and not cry all over the place about it like that Deku. 'Gross.'

"Ah cool! Congrats!" Kaminari put his long hair behind his ear. "Nice to see another dude with long hair around here!" He jokingly punched Kasaya in the arm. "Kaminari!" He held out his other palm.

Kasaya hesitated.

"Oh! Don't worry. The other one's the one with the volts running through it."

Satoko nodded and shook. "Kasaya." That was only half of it though. He didn't want to be shocked all to hell yes, but he actually was internally quivering. He didn't want to be introduced to anymore people, he didn't want to know anymore!

He hurt himself bad when he smacked himself to prevent a slip, and could feel a welt forming, a huge sore. He'd have to put something from the med kit he spied, on it soon for swelling, he knew it.

Kaminari let go. "So ya'll campin' out in here for the night until Cementos comes?"

Obviously. Was Kaminari just fighting for words or what? Where was that damn Mineta to occupy his time with boobs and fishnet talk? Bakugo was grumbling going through the pillows and food stuffs. The guy was just too happy sounding. It turned his stomach inside out. How could someone be that jolly all the time? He had thoughts cross his head that the guy was just as joyful all the girls in Hero Class. Electric Idiot was so feminine for a guy. He recognized eventhough Blue Balls was long-haired, he actually wasn't very feminine, but the opposite.

Contemplative, quiet, reserved, and not annoying.

"Guess so." Was Kasaya's only response, eyeing Bakugo laying out his area. He was quite meticulous about it. Kasaya noticed, much like the homework, all laid out in a specific order.

Kaminari watched him watching him. He looked away then, realizing the new guy really was quiet like Iida had said. It was like everything he said didn't strike a conversation up. But for some reason, he seemed to be more interested in what Bakugo was doing. Why would anyone care what that guy did? He was a pain, and nobody liked him, unlike himself.

It was true, Kaminari was outgoing and had a ton of friends, now that the B classes lived in one dorm together he had even more. It was people like Bakugo and Kasaya that he just couldn't be-friend.

If he Yin, they were Yang.

"Welp. Here." He sat Bakugo's phone down on the table.

"Already?" Kasaya stated eyebrows high, super surprised. It had taken what? Ten minutes?

"Yep! High voltage baby. Where's yours?"

Kasaya dug through his shorts pocket and handed it to Kaminari.

"Ooo nice! You got the new Mogron! This thing supposedly is a beast."

Of course. This guy has to be one of those. The technology followers. Like a train to the mobile store. He bet it probably was because he had electricity for a quirk, touching electronics probably was something he couldn't help.

So. 'He's got money.' Bakugo's mind blandly said as he grabbed his own older model off the table, he liked it because it fit in his pocket. Perfect for him, he didn't need an upgrade.

But maybe he wasn't filthy rich. He had just been wiping himself off with an old flannel. It didn't really matter. He flopped down on his mattress on the floor as Kasaya stood finally and took the other supplies, including his roll-out and sat it all up leaving Kaminari sitting in the dark.

Kaminari was perplexed with the new model enough that he was entertained, and it wasn't even on. He was just wordlessly turning it over and over in his hands looking at the style and sleekness of it, where the buttons were.

The navy haired teen figured he'd let him. All in all, he was doing him a favor by charging it to full power.

Plus, it gave the room some peace again.

Nobody was talking, Kasaya putting ointment on his face in the dark. Icy Hot. It was soothing it.

"Okay! Done!" Kaminari put it down."Two minutes that's a personal best! I can tell your phone's new! New batteries I can get to charge the fastest!"

"Well thanks." Kasaya reached over and grabbed it up, truly, yes it was really fast. He wanted to badly text his brother, and tell him about his near slip up. He needed his rock.

"Well boyz." Kaminari suddenly took on a strange slurred tone. "I tried t'best my perznl best with Mongon there. Burnt myzelf out. Ha."

"Shit." Bakugo mumbled.

"What?" Kasaya couldn't help but look up at Kaminari's sudden change in voice. He sounded like a complete F student suddenly.

"Electricity. Burns out brain function when overused." Bakugo's tone slow, uninterested, but annoyed. He sighed standing. "We've gotta walk him back." Bakugo jested inside himself, it was the least he could do for the moron who'd just provided him power and given back to him some personal fucking freedom.

"Hn. Okay." He didn't really want to, but he wanted to make sure that the guy made it back okay. How was it that he overused his power on a phone? He probably was trying to see how fast he could get it charged and that blew up in his face. 'How reckless.' Kasaya breathed in deep grabbing the blonde's right arm, Katsuki the other and they soundlessly led him out.

Kasaya couldn't afford that.

Couldn't afford to be that.

Reckless.

One instant of a mis-step and that could cause a meltdown. Not a meltdown on his part, but certainly a control over someone inadvertently.

You see Ashley may control people to a point by attaching others to her with false strong emotions, but she couldn't make them actually 'do' things. That was where he came in.

Bakugo was too from what he overheard around. He was reckless.

It was an ongoing B Class joke. One that he didn't take part in of course, because he didn't care, but the joke was that the Hero Class'ers were all reckless messes.

And as far as Kasaya could see, and from what he heard, it was true to a point. And a lot of them, were over-powered, reckless and slightly crazed in certain ways.

They fumbled down the stairs with the drooling Kaminari.

"Fuck." Bakugo pushed his head off his shoulder. "Gross."

Kasaya got the nerve up. "Is this normal?" Astonishingly, Bakugo answered in plain language.

"Regularly."

Kasaya held the door open, letting go of his grip a bit and sharing a little more of the weight with Katsuki, who made it through the door with the guy who was acting both lame and mute in the moment, spitting out random words that had no connection.

He picked his side back up and finally they made it to the SA room. Both knocked. Only Bakugo yelled. "Oi! IIDA! FOUR EYES!"

No answer. Shuffling. Someone was coming though.

"Electric whack ass blew himself out!" He continued in the darkness.

Kasaya turned the flashlight towards the door.

Someone answered but it wasn't Iida.

Instead it was a female form.

Both boys were surprised. "Oh Satoko." Ibara chidded with some grief looking at the sad looking Kaminari strewn over the boys shoulders like a gunned down soldier from war. "Bring him in, will you?" She motioned inside. "Uhh..."

"Where?" Bakugo angerily mouthed.

"There." She pointed. Penthouse deluxe poster on that side of the wall. Obviously, Bakugo knew, it was instantly the electric idiots side.

They flopped him down, and he fell with an 'oof' sound like a little kid and loudly stammered out the word 'POOKIE!' Which means absolutely nothing. Bakugo rolled his eyes and instantly walked out the threshold back into the hall.

"Iida will be back. I was just..." She watched the blonde roll like seal in the bed. "keeping watch."

"It's fine. Thanks." Kasaya said.

She took a second and caught him just as he was about to leave. "Oh hey!" She mumbled out real made not to turn the side of his face to her, even in the darkness where he's smacked himself. The less questions the better.

Darn. He was trying to escape as quickly as possible. He just wanted to run on back upstairs to the lounge where he could just sit in a complete silence with the roommate he had. Was it 'comfortable' at this point?

'Comfortable'. That's it? Actually.

His eyes swirled with that crossing him.

That was what it was beginning to 'feel' like. As much as he didn't really care for the hot-headed firey-ness, the explosive personality, it was the silence that provoked him to want to run back upstairs with all the quickness.

He wanted the quiet that being near Bakugo he gained.

They didn't have to talk. They didn't do much of that anyway, but the point was that he was so used to the silence that surrounded Katsuki, and that he obviously wanted to be in himself, that there was a relaxation in it.

There was no pressure to have a conversation.

Because. There were no conversations.

"Hn?" Kasaya made a sound.

"You can still come down to the room anytime by the way." Ibara put a stand of ivy behind her ear.

Kasaya couldn't just be rude, this girl really hadn't done anything wrong. But, he didn't really want to.

"Sure." Kasaya now, unlike the calm he craved, was feeling discomfort. Ibara closed in as he tried to maintain some distance.

"Really? Because I know Uraraka would especially like that." The green haired girl wanted to let him in on what she felt would possibly make Kasaya want to come down, because now he was alone after the hot head left: "I mean, don't you think Uraraka is cute?" She took a bold route. One that she normally doesn't go.

She was just trying to elicit something, anything out of the guy. The classroom conversation hadn't gotten anywhere, and he hadn't come by the room. At all. Not even an email Uraraka had said.

"Uh I mean. I..." Kasaya stammered. Fuck. So that brown haired levitater thinks he's good looking. He really doesn't need this!

"She's also a good person Kasaya." She went motherly now.

Bakugo had stopped on the stairs. He'd left his phone upstairs, and he'd just noticed the street lights were also out black, so the windows that lined the stairwell were loud and dark without a flashlight.

He came back down to grab Blue Balls, as he wasn't closely following behind, but upon creaking the hall door slightly open he heard a conversation happening. Mostly the female voice.

"You can still come down to the room anytime by the way."

It was far away but he made it out. That girl was inviting him over. Figures. That's what's held him up. He had a half temptation to just scream down the hall at him. But it was the next sentence that stopped him from doing that as he heard nothing from Blue Balls except a low 'Sure.' It sounded uneasy.

"Really? Because I know Uraraka would especially like that. I mean, don't you think Uraraka is cute?"

He in fact was pissed, because his peace was getting held up by this girl trying to set his roommate up with a new girlfriend. He'd just got out of relationship, little did that girl with ivy hair know. Bakugo admitted he shouldn't know either, it was just by chance that he knew, a freak universal show of a situation to him, but Kasaya's mumbling of 'Uh I mean. I...' played it clear:

Kasaya was being cornered by the female.

"She's also a good person Kasaya."

He instantly slammed the metal door open so hard it smacked against the force with apparent force. What propelled it he was unsure, and he seen Blue Ball's eyes glaze over at the suddenness of it. The girl's the same.

Nothing was said.

Kasaya's heart was in his throat, Bakugo had scared the fuck out of him! He knew they were in for it, but then he saw something that caused his eyes to narrow a bit as Fire Explosion Murder gawked down the hall.

Probably it was because they'd lived together that he was could tell, but the glare which was brooding and mean wasn't focused entirely on him. It's main target was rather Ibara, but it wasn't as rude and snotty as it usually was.

It contained a different texture.

"DON'T MAKE ME WAIT! Flashlight dipshit! Can't see in the fuckin' hall without it!"

Ibara jerked back like the words had actually pierced her skin. She muttered a "Sorry for holding you up!" More to Kasaya than to Bakugo and quickly shut herself in Iida's room to care for the idiot which they all could still hear babbling words.

Bakugo watched Kasaya's movements. He skittered on towards him as fast as possible away from that door, and launched up the stairs above him. He wasn't running just walking fast.

"Slow down!" Bakugo barked upwards.

And he did.

But it was the fact that he literally came spiriting right as the girl shut herself in.

Had he actually... ?

Bakugo grumbled under his breath. 'Yeh.' He really had. He'd helped the navy-headed idiot.

He'd saved him.