Bakugou hadn't texted Todoroki yet. He wasn't nervous, absolutely not, he just....didn't know what to say. He'd never really had a training partner before- the closest he'd had were the (very rare) times he'd run into Togata at the gym without Amajiki, and the other boy had offered to run focus mitts for a bit. What did one say? Were there good or bad times to meet up at the gym if they wanted to do striking? There were several rings and some spots out on the matts too, but what if they just so happened to all be in use when they met up? Wouldn't that be so awkward?
Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap. Fuck. Maybe he was getting nervous. Not about Todoroki, no, just about...social situations. That was all. He just didn't want to look awkward in front of Todoroki if he was supposed to be figuring the other boy out. He really needed to just go full send and text the stupid bastard.
You: hey, it's Bakugou Katsuki. Wanted to make sure you have my number as well
There. Not trying too hard, just being polite. No mention of meeting up yet. It would be fine. He tossed his phone aside on his bed and turned back to his homework, which seemed just as unappealing as an awkward meet-up with Todoroki. He didn't have the patience for this stupid required English 131 class, but he couldn't not take it. Writing just required more patience than he found he had on most days.
His phone buzzed, but he didn't want to check it yet. What if he answered too soon? Wouldn't that be awkward too? Why the fuck did he care?
Unknown number: Thank you. If you are still interested in training together sometime, please let me know.
That fuckin' Canadian flag used proper capitilization and punctuation in his texts. Of course he did. Bakugou changed his contact name to Pokeball.
Shinsou: so..................
You: wrong number
Shinsou: you're the worst
Why the fuck did that kid answer so goddamn fast all the time? Bakugou rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his homework again, but all he could think about was how to answer Todoroki. Proof-reading his paper before he turned it in was proving to be extremely challenging, but it was due at midnight so he finally gave up and just submitted it.
You: I'm still interested. I'm free most evenings after 7pm and on weekends I'm free after 3pm.
Was that dangerously close to admitting he had absolutely no life? It sort of felt like it. Tap tap. Tap tap.
Shinsou: i just want to meet him
You: you're in a class together you fucking dumbass
Shinsou: yeah but just walking up to him in class is not ~cool~ or ~aloof~
You: my god you idiot just skip a class and then ask for notes or something
or just sit next to him in class
Shinsou: pffft you think this is that easy
my sweet summer child
I have ~anxiety~
You: for the love of christ will you stop doing ~this~ all the time
Shinsou: ~no~
You: ...
Shinsou: I'm bored and want to bitch whats ur address
