opposites attract (but we're more than just that)

Chapter 9

Bakugo stirred at the harsh ringing of his alarms, opening his eyes slowly and clumsily reaching out a hand to whack the alarm clock into submission. Fuck off already...

He yawned, and sat up in bed, the covers falling off of his chest to pool around his waist. His blurry vision cleared, and the room sharpened around him. The bookshelf with his secret collection of romance manga (can't sue a guy for liking to read) his orderly desk and the clothes drawers on the opposite side of his room and his wardrobe covered in hero posters on the back wall. The bed was in the right corner, placed so the sunlight in the morning couldn't reach his eyes and blind him. His black curtains were letting in small streams of golden light and he could hear the birds chirping outside. Shut the fuck up already, you do this every fucking morning.

He stretched and jumped out of bed, and flung open the curtains, basically murdering his eyes. He shuffled back to the bed and made it, before grabbing some grey jogging bottoms and changing into them, and pulling one of Shinsou's 'missing' jumpers over his head. He put his pyjamas onto the pile of clothes ready for the wash and pulled on some orange socks that he'd got from Kirishima for Christmas. He opened his door and stuck his head out, seeing if he had company. When he saw he didn't, he exited the room, closing the door behind him, and made his way to the elevator.

Leaning against the metal back of the elevator, and ignoring the annoying music, he began to contemplate what to have for breakfast. He knew Shinsou didn't like to have anything fancy, just coffee and toast, and he himself preferred cereal when he didn't have any ingredients for something fancier. He remembered Deku saying in that irritatingly high pitched voice of his that the half'n'half bastard used up all the eggs trying to fry them on his fire side. So no eggs for breakfast. He could've done fried eggs, boiled eggs, poached eggs or even scrambled eggs, but nooooo, the nerd brigade just had to ruin his breakfast. Fucking shitty dickheads.

The elevator doors opened and he stomped into the kitchen. A few months ago, this would've been accompanied by explosions and loud swearing about just how shitty Deku was, but he'd calmed down a lot since then, and limited himself to mental shouting and explosions. The kitchen was almost empty, just one of the extras sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee. His secret stash of food was almost out, but since Bakugo and Shinsou had taken to bed sharing a lot more often, Shinsou tended to not have to get up in the middle of the night so often, which meant it was no longer Bakugo's priority to fill it up.

Bakugo grabbed the bread out of the cupboard and put it in the toaster, and pulled out the butter from the fridge. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and began eating it, waiting for the toast to pop.

"Oi, Bakugo." The voice was plain, but had an annoying raspy tone to it.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm busy." Who's even talking to me? And why so fucking early?

"It's important."

"I don't give a fuck. Piss off already, you extra."

"Maybe I was right about you all along." The extra still carried on talking, making the explosive teen's eye twitch in annoyance.

"What the-" Bakugo spun around, his hands crackling, only to be met with the plainest face he'd ever seen. He knew that face, and it got his blood boiling. The motherfucker who thought Shinsou was a villain.

"I mean, you have to believe me, don't you? You hate his guts, and you're always fighting. Maybe I was wrong about you being a villain, but I was definitely right about him!"

"The fuck are you going on about! You're acting fucking crazy!" Bakugo was very confused, and very, very angry.

"Shinsou! He's obviously a villain! You hate him, and so do I, so we should team up to take him out!"