The week ended and you hadn't decided nor turned in who you'd be interning with. Needless to say, Aizawa wasn't happy and gave you until Sunday to decide and send it.
As you buttoned up your school shirt and got ready for school in the bathroom, Sunday came and went and you didn't do it. Your thoughts were elsewhere, on a few things.
April was one. You understood neither she nor you could communicate unless at school, so she couldn't call and tell you where she was interning. But, at school, she didn't tell you anything, you should have asked her but you never had to with anything. She'd just tell you. Also, you weren't sure if it was you, but….this churning feeling stirred inside when you thought about it. You couldn't put your finger on it but when you tried you felt cold. A coldness that set a heightened quivering that rose goosebumps on you. It was familiar as it was unfamiliar, you startled and awoke quietly a few times.
You had to be quiet when those episodes happened, unless you'd wake up Bakugo and you didn't want that.
He'd possibly throw you off the bed and out of the room. If you were lucky he might throw you a pillow.
The thought made you crumple.
Then again his mom, Mitsuki, would be upset if he did and a snapping match might accrue. It reminded you of a hurricane when they'd go at it.
It was best to avoid that, you wondered how his father, Masaru navigated it so calmly. The first day you arrived to their home and though it was welcoming, on his parents' part, Bakugo visibly wasn't keen. And when it was decided you'd share his room, you weren't a bomb went off.
He exploded.
Refusing the arrangements.
Mitsuki went off.
It was settled.
You stood frightened and confused. Raph had a temper and you were used to it, this was different. Masaru stayed calm next to you, he even smiled.
You wondered why you could go with Izuku.
His home would be less….explosive. Masaru sensed your apprehensiveness and placed a gentle, assuring hand on your shoulder and gave you the kindest smile.
"A bit surprising huh?" He chuckled, "Don't worry there's a lot of love here, welcome home."
His words were genuine, but you were still surprised he remained this calm. After Bakugo and Mitsuki finished, his mother coming out the victor they took you to his room.
And the sleeping arrangement began. You got the bed and Bakugo, who wanted to fight it, gave a heated look that sort of left you confused. He was getting a tarp. His room was….interesting.
It was tidy and fit his persona well. Posters, surprisingly a decent amount of books, dark sheets, some figurines, a desk, and other typical room items. Honestly, you were expecting chains, spikes, and dynamite, not sure why but you were.
You weren't allowed to touch anything, other than your own things. He almost blew off your hand when you almost touched a figurine.
You release a drawn-out sigh and fasten the last button. Now you just needed to do your hair. Luckily you brought your care products, and Mitsuki placed them under the sink. You get it out and just before you start you gaze at your phone's black screen hopefully.
It was for your father, you were waiting for his return call this morning. But nothing came.
Your heart sank, so you brushed your hair solemnly. With every stroke, your eyes flickered to your phone.
Nothing.
You switch to the other side of your hair and brush it. After a few strokes, you brush all sides and collect it into one hand. You kept it there for a moment with a deciding expression. Normally you'd put it in a ponytail, but you wanted something different for some reason.
As you ponder the decision you sneeze and seconds after your phone vibrates.
Your eyes rounded with joy. You look at the screen hoping to see a message from your father, it is text from Red Riot aka Kirishima. That's how you input his name.
A bit disappointed you were surprised but grateful.
You open it and read it.
Red Riot: Ready for today?
You respond.
You: Indeed.
Red Riot: I know you're having trouble picking a hero, did you finally pick one?
You: Unfortunately, I have not. I am aware Aizawa sensei shall be disappointed and there is a possibility I shall receive detention. Again.
He didn't text back. Feeling deflated you set the phone and go back to styling your hair. Halfway through and just two minutes later your phone rang.
Kirishima was calling.
You answer, holding the phone between your shoulder and ear.
"Red Riot!" You beam, finishing your hair. "Hello."
Kirishima chuckled nervously on the other end, "Yeah, hey. Hope you don't mind me calling instead."
"No," you shake your head, "not all. Your voice is pleasing."
You couldn't see it but his smile grew, "Co-Cool." He fumbled a bit and quickly cleared his throat. "Yeah. I mean…" he cleared his throat again, "Sorry. I mean it's good to hear your voice too. I mean…"
You blink a few times trying to follow his fracturing sentence structure and couldn't help but feel this fluttering enduring in your stomach. It tickled that you laughed.
It was a sweet one, Kirishima stopped fumbling. You continued laughing for a few more seconds, Kirishima didn't mind and felt himself relax.
"Forgive me," you apologize calming down. "I meant no I'll toward you."
"Not it's alright, it's good to hear you laugh. You don't sound worried anyone more."
You gasp softly, he was right, "You are correct. It has calmed me, thank you Red Riot. A true hero you are."
Kirishima felt something warm strike his heart.
"May," his voice lowers softly, "if you want to maybe…for your internship you can pic-"
An explosive pounding beat on the door. You knew instantly who it was and quickly hurried up.
"Forgive me, Red Riot I have to go. I shall see you at school."
"Okay. Hey, meet yo-"
You hung up before he could finish. Another pounding came followed by Bakugo's booming voice.
"Hurry the hell up, Floor Face! Breakfast is ready and I won't be late to school. Get out or I'll blast the door down and drag you out myself!"
Quickly you put your things away. If you took another second he'd blow it down. You put the last thing away and hurry to the door, before opening you give it a scowl and stick your tongue out. A wrong choice, Bakugo blasted the door open and found you with your tongue out at him.
That didn't sit well with him, he raised a hand chopped it down on you. You managed to dodge it, thank goodness for Master Splinter, Bakugo, shocked for a moment, tripped forward. You leap out of the room and run down the hall.
He hollers after you, "Get back here, Floor Face! You're as good as dead!"
At the table, set for four and filled with breakfast, Mitsuki and Masaru were sitting comfortably waiting for the teenagers to join. They hear chasing footsteps mixed in with your and Bakugo's shouting voices.
"When I get you, you're dead!"
"That is considered a crime. Murder is a crime."
"Not if they can't find the body!"
"That is considered a threat. A threat is a crime as well. Do you not understand the law?"
"Shut up! When I catch you, I'm breaking your legs!"
Mitsuki and Masaru calmly look at each other and laugh. The footsteps became closer and soon you and Bakugo ran in. Well, you actually flew in to avoid Bakugo's snatching hands. He was quite quick. You drop down on the other side of the table, using it to keep distance between the manic.
Bakugo was seeing red, his eyes locked on you and you weren't sure of it, but it seemed like he was breathing fire. You felt sad for the chair he was gripping.
"You're sleeping in the hall!" He snapped pointing a sharp finger.
"You cannot kick me out. Your mother has stated that."
"It's my room!"
"You are to accommodate."
Your words fueled his anger. Sparks started flickering from his hands. He was starting his quirk, you jumped back.
Mitsuki set her cup down with a mild thud, it cut through the tension forming. She shot Bakugo a warning look, and the two locked into a heated stare. Masaru turned to you and pulled your chair out.
"Come on," he invited patting the seat.
You tentatively took a seat. Your eyes on Bakugo, after another minute and a heated huff he snatched his out and sat down. He whipped to you never lifting away from you. It stayed that way through breakfast and when it was time to leave. Mitsuki warned him not to do a single damn thing to you.
The route to school was a minefield. So you kept quiet while watching the burning smoke emit from the top of Bakugo's head.
You hoped quietly he wouldn't explode.
At school, Kirishima arrived and waited near the entrance. His eyes bypass students coming in, searching for you.
You hadn't arrived yet, he checked the time on his phone, you should be arriving soon. First, it'd be Bakugo that'd walk in and an about-minute letter you follow. It was odd, one because Bakugo looked further angry than usual, his brows were pinched together tightly and you seemed nervous.
A few more students passed, but still nothing.
He checked his phone again. Within that minute he didn't realize you had arrived until a shadow cast over his phone and when the screen went black he saw the reflection. A huge smile appeared on him.
Kirishima's eyes bounced up to yours. You smiled pleasantly at him, and his stomach fluttered. He smiled back with light red dusted cheeks.
"Were you waiting long?" You asked, like always.
He shook his head and was about to respond when he noticed something different about you.
"Whoa," he said softly as if mesmerized, his eyes took in the visual before him with you, "your hair….you styled it differently."
Your eyes lower to the side, and your hands grip your skirt. Kirishima couldn't stop himself from thinking it was cute.
"Y-Yes," you stammer, "I decided to try it, is it suitable!"
Your fish braid was indeed, Kirishima stopped himself from fixating on it. His eyes trace how your hangs, left out, help frame your face.
"Are you kidding! It looks great on you!" He praised.
Your eyes rose back and your smile came back, this time brighter from his words.
"Thank you!"
He sheepishly scratched the back of his head, "Yeah. Of course. Oh," he remembered, "we should head inside."
He thumbed over his shoulder, "Yes," you agree and start walking inside.
He follows and makes it to your side, asking you a question.
"How do you feel about working the hero Fourth Kind?"