DONald trump XX bakugo pook

The MEET (Donnie POV)

               I try to concentrate in science class, be the good, obedient, submissive student I was always taught to be. But everytime I see him look at me with those firery red hot steamy burning eyes I feel moths in my chest and fire in my butt. Mr. Cheesy Mans was teaching us about the anatomy of the Mike Wazowski species anatomy, but the only anatomy I could think of was his. Did he think of me that way? I mean.. he sure was looking at me a lot. Mr. Cheese Balls kept yelling at him during class because he wasn't paying attention. Could he...really like me?

           No one really likes me. No one really cares. People have always seen me as the half-twig half-obese gorl, and people make fun of me for my it/its/omega pronouns. But despite all this, I've always tried my best to be myself. So what if I have peppa pig bedsheets, read Barack Obama X Harry Styles fanfics, or cosplay as Danganronpa characters and my favorite furries at night? (shhh.. i still have my tail on from last night! sowwy!)

       I forgot about all of this as I keep thinking of those firery, tamale sauce that mexicans put on them for some reason colored eyes. I was daydreaming so hard that I didn't even realize that Mr Cheesy Toot assigned us a project, a partnered project. Everyone else had already chosen their partners. Everyone else...except for Bakupoop and me. 

        I put my two index fingers together and waddle over to where he's sitting. "H-hewo." I say shyly. "S-so, I guess we have to be partners now, huh Bakupoop?"

       "MY NAMES NOT BAKUPOOP ITS BAKUPOOK YOU IDIOT YOU NINCOMPOOP YOU DINGUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COME HERE IMMA BEAT YOU UP GANG" he screams at me. I hide my face with my paws and cross my toes. He sees how scared I am and immediately looks embarrased. "Sorry, but please call me Bakupook. Your Donnie Trumpcard right?" 

         "H-how'd you know my-"

         "Don't worry about it. Class is already over, and we have to get this turned in by friday, so do you want to come over and work on it?"

         "S-sure uwu!" i respond, trying to hide how excited I was.

          "Cool. Yeah no so swag." He said. I could tell he was trying to hide his happiness. "See you later then, nerd." and he walked away.