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₊˚ˑ༄ "did you just call him.. kami?" iida asked you, you and a couple of friends were surrounded around the tv, night fell and you were sitting in the common room.
"yeah, that's what his mom called him today when i was over!" you giggled, denki looking at you with an annoyed looking expression.
"wait, you were at denkis house?! i thought you two didn't get along." mina asked you, looking between you and denki.
"oh, no. i still don't like him, i was there for his mom." you smiled happily, thinking back on the warm food and successful training you had.
kirishima choked on the gatorade he was drinking, even bakugou let out a little snicker. denki looked absolutely embarrassed.
"you were at denkis moms-" jirou held onto your shoulder, laughing in such a way she could barely breath. "y/ns slumming it with denkis mom."
"noo, i did nottt." you giggled, "but dude shes fine." you exclaimed.
"i literally look like my mom." denki frowned, he was behind the couches midway to the kitchen. he was dressed in plaid pajama pants and a loose black shirt.
you leaned your head back on the couch, looking up at denki. he looked funny upside down.
"you sure?" you giggled.
"wanna fight?"
"you sure you wanna do that, de-"
"you guys are not going to be fighting." aizawa grumbled, making his entrance apparently.
"why? you frowned, actually a bit sad aizawa overheard you and denki and would be crumbling your plans.
"i just came here to say that y/n and denki have detention monday through friday. don't be walking out of classrooms, you two. also get along, guys. you're getting as bad as bakugou and midoriya." he said lowly, bakugou was passed out on the couch.
monday through friday?! that's a stretch.
as bad as bakugou and midoriya? that's an even further stretch.
you shook your head at denki, before sitting back up right in the chair and finding no reason to argue with aizawa.
as soon as he left, everyone immediately started acting up again.
sero was taping bakugou onto the couch with his tape, denki drawing small doodles across his face with sharpie as the poor blonde boy slept peacefully.
"alright, run." kirishima said, and you all fucking booked it. you were the last to get away since you were on the couch next to bakugou, he broke free of the tape and he grabbed your arm.
