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₊˚ˑ༄ you and denki still didn't like each other, but with your new move and the constant training you guys were more or less forced to spend more time together.
so with the constant teasing and annoying each other grew worse, honestly. but you'd soon have to spend even more time together.
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"why the fuck is it crying?!"
"you dropped it on the floor!" you whacked the back of denkis head, desperately trying to cradle the plastic baby in your arms.
right, fake babies.
all might made you guys foster plastic babies for a project with a partner, and of course you ended up with denki.
that's just fate, after all.
and denki had already dropped it on the ground a total of four times.
denki tried to grab it out of your arms, it somehow slipped between you guys and fell head first to ground.
okay, five times.
you were looking at denki angrily, slowly blinking as he slowly backed up from you.
"oh shit, i'm sorry!" he put his hands over his face, which dropped in realization the baby was still on the floor. he scurried foreword and scooped it up into his arms, shaking it a bit to show you it was fine. "all in tact!"
"remind me to never let you have kids." you took the fake baby, stuffing it into your backpack to quiet down the constant crying.
"why not? we can have kids. we can head back to my dorm- um, y/n, i don't think that's very child safe." he watched as you slammed the head down with your palm and managed to zip up your bag.
"who?"
"the baby-" denki said worriedly.
"asked." you threw your bag over your shoulder, you had only made it halfway out the school before denki had already killed the baby five times.
