She could pull off any style... but this suits her perfectly.

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Jiro was patient enough to let him slowly loosen his grip on the soft cotton that he had wrapped himself with. If it were Kaminari or anyone else, she would have given them small nudges in order for them to open up to her in a civil and calm way. Well as civilized as they could get, but with her class nothing is ever in the ordinary.

But since Bakugou was a different case to what she usually deals with, she allows him to open up to her at his own pace. Which was slow but still a gradual and commendable feat for the blonde to do.

She had assumed that they should supposedly be halfway through their lessons when the boy finally pushed his covers aside, unfortunately his back was facing Jiro. Kyoka made a move to test the waters, by elongating her jacks and lightly swaying them in front of the blonde's face.

Nothing happened at first, and the purple haired girl was contemplating on retracting her jacks back. Fortunately for her, Katsuki grazed them a few times, until he was comfortable enough to start fiddling with them, intertwining the two cord like appendages together loosely, then unwinding them only to lightly whip them about. That lasted a full minute until Kyoka decided to break the silence.

" I thought we were friends. " Jiro started voice barely past a whisper.

" We are though. " Bakugou mumbles back after a few seconds, rubbing the thinnest part of her jack in small circular movements.

" Then tell me what's been bugging you lately. " She instantly countered, a challenge hidden behind those simple words. Bakugou knew that the topic he dreaded the most would arise, but he still wanted to tell her some parts of the truth, just so she'd stop pestering him about it. It was obvious that he planned to exclude most of what happened, especially when he professed his infatuation of her to the rest of their female classmates.

He wasn't the type to believe that after saying " I like you and your friends found out about it. ", Jiro would be cool with it, and continue on with their friendship. It would probably take a miracle for her to even look him at the eye after finding out about the whole feelings and fear scenario. 

" The old hag's been bothering me lately, turns out she raided my room. " The blonde started off, cringing in advance for what he'll say next. " She thought I was sterile since she didn't see a single porn mag in there. " Jiro tried to stiffen her laugh, but after seeing the boy's flushed face, she just couldn't stop the giggles that came out.

She had thought that it was because of something serious like him having another breakdown again, but it was of something so irrational that it was difficult not to laugh about the whole ordeal at all. Bakugou gently snapped at the girl for finding the situation funny, reaching for his earbuds. 

Without even asking if Jiro wanted the other piece, he pushed the left one in her ear, wiggling it for a bit to ensure that it doesn't fall. He connected the buds to his phone and handed it to Jiro, she eyed him for a bit curious as to why he's allowing her to choose the first song they're gonna listen to. It was usually Katsuki that decides the songs, with Kyoka occasionally requesting a few of her favorites. 

Not wanting to waste the chance she types in the song she has been playing the last few week, then gives it back to the boy. He takes it and places it between them, fluffing his pillows a bit to get the cotton nice and separated for maximum comfort and relaxation.

To others it might seem like they were basking in some sort of afterglow, the room was dark since the male requested the girl to shut them. There was no noise in the room other than the faint music that seeped out of the two student's ears. Both teenagers where on the bed, unknowingly drifting off to sleep in each others' company.

Unbeknownst to them as well was that classes where over and the rest of the class were panicking, seeing that Jiro left her phone in the lounge as well as her bags. Momo, along with the girls kept on calling for her, but there was never a response.

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