Shoutos perspective
7:01
7:01 am that was the time, currently speaking.
I had just finished packing up the rest off my freshly baked pastries.
I packed some in a tupper ware for me.
And some in another tupper ware for bakugou.
Now bakugou never said i should pack any for him, but i am. No reason why..
I close my front door, and get in my car as my driver starts driving me to school.
Bakugou has been nothing but, rude, arrogant, harsh, and so much more to me. But here I am making pastries for him, a 5'7, 16 yo blondie, who could care less about me or my well being.
I'm a dunce.
I get down from the car and dash my driver a little thank you before closing the car door and entering the school.
I get to the classroom door, and peep through the glass on it. Ah and there bakugou was, head down on his desk, letting the sunlight from outside glow on his gold coloured hair.
he looks peacefu- I cut my thoughts short, and shake my head. he's probably sleeping and I dont wanna wake him up thats for sure.
But his pastries..
I sigh
I slowly open the door, causing bakugou to wake up and turn his head towards the door.
He rubs his eyes
"Icy-hot?" He sleepily calls out.
"Hey bakugou" I greet, while walking up to my seat next to him.
"You interrupted my sleep you moron" he says back to his usual tone..
his sleepy voice sounds much more appealing..
"I'm aware of that fact" I tell him as now open up my backpack & reach for the pastries.
"Here" I say handing them to him.
He just stares at me like I'm some kinda creature..
"So you gonna take them or...?" I break the silence
He shakes his head "yeah" he says and aggressively grabs the tupper ware from my hand.
He doesnt even say thank you or anything, he just avoids eye contact as he then begins to eat them.
A few minutes pass when he finally speaks up.
"You free this saturday?" I assume he is asking me since I'm the only one here at the moment, but he is avoiding eye contact.
"Me?" I question
"Damn icy-hot" he murmurs under his breath " of course its you're the only one in the classroom, correct?!"
"Damn take a chill pill..and yeah I'm free this Saturday, whyd u ask?"
He doesnt even say anything.
I then see him rip out a peice of paper from a notebook on his desk and quickly writes something
he drops the price of paper on my desk.
I pick it up and analyze it, it's a bunch of numbers, I count how many, and they are 10 in number, is this his phone number? Did he just give me his phone number..?
He hands me back the now empty tupper ware and puts his head back on his desk.
Damn I didnt get a thank you this time..
But I got his number..?
That's good..
right?
