8:15 PM
(I think I might keep doing this little time stamp thing, let me know if you're ok with it)
Todoroki and Shinso were asleep on the couch. Todoroki was in a laying down position and had his head resting on the arm of the couch with Nikita curled up on his stomach. Shinso was sitting with his legs curled upwards and had his head leaned all the way back. Deku and I were the only ones awake.
I nudged Deku slightly with my elbow as he began to doze off.
"Oi, let's head to bed already," I whisper.
"Ok," he replied softly, getting up and stretching out his arms.
Deku hopped into the bed and pulled the covers over us, placing the computer on his desk. I flopped onto the bed and pulled Deku into my arms.
Monday, 6:30 AM
(my brother helped me on this part, so the writing might be different)
My eyes fluttered open slowly, I squinted, my eyes adjusting to the light. Why in the world was the light on? I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around, Deku wasn't here. Was he downstairs? (Back to me writing) I walked back into my dorm and grabbed my uniform, slipping on the shirt and pants. I grabbed my tie, deciding to put it on later, and headed downstairs with my backpack strap on one shoulder, slanting. (you can't tell me Bakugou wouldn't wear his backpack like that) Yep, Deku was downstairs eating breakfast, making himself a strawberry sandwich. He turned around and smiled, just as the toaster popped out two slices of bread. Shinso came down, his tie not even looking like he TRIED to tie it. Deku (just to add a little humor to your day, my brother read the manga first and pronounced it like "DEE-koo") slid over to the toaster and grabbed the toast, slid back to the counter, grabbed a plate, placed it on the counter and then grabbed out toppings. He turned around and flung several different toppings-- still not realizing I was there-- and stuffed it in my lunchbox. He clapped his hands together in satisfaction.
"Hi," I say, leaning on the doorway.
"Oh- hi," Deku turned around and waved, then grabbed my lunchbox and handed it to me. "You ready to go? Todoroki is waiting for us outside," he said, walking backwards and pointing to the door with his thumb.
I nodded and walked outside, Deku handing me a short breakfast of a sandwich. Todoroki looked at my arm while we were walking, and all of a sudden just POKED MY SCAR, which HURT.
"Oi! Don't touch me!" I said, jumping back.
He paused for a moment and reached to poke me again with a smile while I was looking forward, which I saw out of the corner of my eye, and I promptly smacked his hand with a glare when he was within reach.
"Bitch I said don't touch me," I said, giving him a death stare.
8:30 AM
I crossed my arms on my desk and rested my head on them. Todoroki walked over and poked me. AGAIN. I smacked his hand and set off an explosion once, then he to took the cue to walk away.
(Still have no motives for a school day, so we'll skip that)
5:30 PM (I think that's when their school ends?)
I went upstairs after waving goodbye to Deku, telling him I would be doing my homework. I flopped onto my bed and pulled out my phone. I plugged in my earbuds and grabbed my backpack. Why not listen to music while I work? I slide my backpack onto my bed and grab out my books. I work on homework for almost 30 minutes, even though I'm not done, I feel myself drift to sleep.
--Deku's POV--
7:30 PM
I walk past Kacchan's room and stop myself for a moment. You would think he'd be done with his homework by now and in the living room or grabbing a snack. I open the door curiously and find him sleeping. His open notebook, paper, and pencil are all on his stomach and his head is bent back onto a pillow. The pencil is resting in his right open hand, which is on top of the notebook, and his left hand and beside his head, going upwards. I smile and close the door (this was a quick switched POV, I wanted y'all to have a picture of how he fell asleep).
—Bakugo's POV—
7:30 PM
My eyes shot open and I reached up to scratch my head with my right hand, which dropped the pencil onto my face. Ow. I got up, removing my book off my stomach and placing it next to me. I slid off my bed and opened the door, heading downstairs. I shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed a snack, heading back up.
