His Letters | Todobaku

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Fuck.

Bakugou was starting to miss those shitty letters.

The letters that made him feel so warm inside, despite the icky gush feeling that told him it was wrong. It was so, incredibly, wrong. He shouldn't be feeling, so, dare he says flustered by some stupid letters.

How was he sure this all wasn't some stupid prank? Kirishima and Mina would be jumping into his dorm any day now. They would be laughing their asses off, crying about how they couldn't believe Bakugou really fell for it. That had to be it.

Bakugou tried to believe that. He really did. 

Yet, he knew deep down, he didn't want to.

Bang.

What?

Bakugou snapped out of it. He was staring at his desk, piled with papers. He could barely read anything on them. The words, or hell, maybe numbers all mushed together. They molded into each other like wet clay.  A quiet ring echoed through his ears. His head felt gooey and a muted buzz irritated his temple. He was in his dimly lit dorm, stiff in his chair. 

Oh. Right. He was doing homework. 

Bang.

Bakugou's head snapped up. He turned to face his door. 

BANG.

He swore under his breath. What the hell-? 

Bang.

"H..hello?" A voice came from behind Bakugou's door. Too clear, too distinguishable, too soft. He knew that voice. 

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

Fuck.