But Those Muscles Though

"How about a date tomorrow?"

But Those Muscles Though

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Bakugou was always told that college would be the best time of his life, what a fucking lie. All he ever did was go to his afternoon classes or go to the library to draw, he even read at times which wasn't a huge surprise but still.  

His college life was boring as shit, but he had no way of making it more exciting. So every day he went to his classes and then went to the library. 

That was until one day the library was closed. 

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“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bakugou growls while he stares at the paper on the library door. The paper was barely the size of his own hand. It pissed him off a little more when he noticed it was also written with poor handwriting. 

His day had been shit already so this was just the cherry on top. He glared one last time before he left the building. Bakugou knew a few other spots around the University that he could sit at. Sure it wasn't what he wanted but it was the only thing that he could do. 

With one last glare at the paper on the library door he stomps out of the building. 

The football field, a perfect place to hide away from the fuckers that were way too loud and annoying. He doesn't bother to look over at the field, instead he goes straight for the blearches. 

Bakugou goes to the top of the bleachers and sits down with a sigh. 

It was a nice cold day, Bakugou was more than happy that he wore warmer clothes for the day. He pulls out a small sketchbook from his school bag and immediately draws something to take his mind off of college. 

Bakugou was able to draw for a few minutes before he was interrupted. 

The sound of loud laughing made Bakugou snap his head over to the football field. There was a group of guys pushing each other around while laughing. One guy caught Bakugou’s attention more than the others. 

He was tall, had bright dyed red hair, and muscles to die for. Bakugou’s heart almost stopped when he saw him, he was hot as fuck. He had to have been the hottest guy that Bakugou has ever seen. 

Bakugou began to draw him, he made sure to get every detail that he could get down. It was a little hard to get down all of the details due to how far away the blonde was from the field, but he managed.

He doesn't leave until the group of guys leave first. 

Bakugou tries not to stare too hard as he watches the red haired male leave. As soon as they are all gone Bakugou rushes to his afternoon classes. 

The rest of the day Bakugou’s thoughts were filled with red hair and muscles. 

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It was Bakugou’s last class of the day, he was more than ready to go back to his dorm and relax. That was until his professor had caught him drawing a certain red haired boy. 

Bakugou wanted to disappear, wanted to fall in a hole just to get away from this class. His face felt as though it was on fire. It was his fault though, he shouldn't have been drawing Kirishima in the first place. 

Kirishima was the guy  from the football field.  Bakugou had asked some random girl (She had very brightly dyed pink hair) next to him during one of his classes. 

When the professor had caught Bakugou drawing he made sure every other student in that class knew that drawing was very disrespectful. The blonde had a very red face when he left class that day.