When is it? (BakuDeku)

Eight (8)

(1166 Words)

"What? Why?" Shitty Hair almost knocked over the boxes.

"I.. I can't really tell you that can I?" I restablize my drums while talking.

"You trust me to help you but not to tell me why?" He leaned against my dresser crossing his arms.

"..." I paused, then stood up slowly turning to him. "Yes."

"...Okay, I'll help you, just me?"

"You're the only person I trust to have the plan stay secret."

"Got it.. so what do we do?? I don't really know Monoma well enough to.. do anything like what you want? I don't know man.. I think Mina would be best at-"

"MINA IS HORRIBLE FOR THIS!" I quickly calm myself down, tongue in cheek I slide my tongue against my teeth. "She'd have everyone know in 5 minutes."

"Uh, okay, yeesh, I was just saying she'd know how to do it better.. you okay Bakubro?"

"...I'm trying to get someone to be unable to go to the dance, someone in charge of music, like me, you think an 'okay' person would do that?" He looked almost scared of how calm I was, that's a first.

"Okay.. okay.. uhhhh.... what if! I get Mina to help without letting her know she's helping?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Okay, what if I give her an example? Like, a story or game or something, an rpg! And I need to keep someone out of some special event?"

"...Sounds stupid... it could work."

"Yea-! Wait, do you think that low of us stupid plans work??"

"...would it hurt your feelings if I said yes?"

"Well, yeah."

"...would it hurt your feelings if I lied?"

"Well duh."

"....Just go try it out."

"OKAY!" Hair for brains opens my door and leaves. "Hey- WAIT A SE-" I shut the door before he could finish. Annoying, but he's helping me...

Which you, of course, don't deserve...

Right.

OH! OH! YOU GONNA WASH THOSE SHEETS NOW??

Maybe...

That's one good thing, in your entire life.

Yeah, okay. I open my closet and reach to the top shelf, tacky wet caramel smelling sheets. I wrap them in themselves and put them in the bottom of my hamper. Topping the rest off with some dirty clothes, I pull the strap over my head and walk out of my door. I lock it- "Oh- hey Ka-! ... cchan?"

"Deku?" I turn, he's also wearing his laundry hamper.

"You've never had today be your laundry day?"

"Monday? I just-" I pause furrowing my brows. "Weren't you at your mom's house?"

"Yeah, I'm visiting her everyday this week, but my room is too barren to actually feel comfortable sleeping there." When did we start walking together? We're heading inside the elevator. "Weren't you at your mom's house?"

"Yeah, I was going to spend the night but-" You're not spending the night? I would but something came up. "Something came up." I press the "H" button that lead to the Common Room, Kitchen and Laundry room.

"Something? Like what?"

"..." He seems so genuine, I almost snapped at him, but unlike everyone else, he's easily scared of me... "My laundry?" I held my strap like it was obvious.

"Ah, I see." He smiles to himself, his stupid freckled face developed a little rosing. The door opens. "But you don't usually do laundry on Mondays." We start walking out.

"I don't?"

"Nope, I know cause Monday is my laundry day." I open the door for him.

"Well, I don't have a laundry day, I just go when my hampers full." Do I like lying to him? No. Do I feel like I have to? Yes.

"Well.. that's one way for sure." He opens a machine and starts loading... 'Was that..?'

"What's up?" I open my own washing machine next to his

"Hm? What d'you mean?" He finishes loading and starts putting in soap, I use him looking away to sneak my sheets in my machine.

" 'Well that's one way for sure' You don't usually say things like that." I close the door and put soap in mine. "So, what's up?"

"...I've... been stressing about ways to tell Monoma I don't want to go to the dance with him, but no matter what it just seems like the best idea to just, stay busy and ignore him..." He sits on the benches that line the middle isle of the machines, left have washing, right have drying. I sit beside him.

"You could do that, but that's cowardly, and the Deku I know isn't a coward."

"Kacchan-"

"No, I'm serious. What's the worse that happens?"

"... That's not-" He interrupts himself. "I don't think that's an option.."

"Why exactly??" I lift my leg onto the bench, tucking it under my knee.

"He's been.. err.. looking forward to it." He gives the weakest smile I've probably ever seen. "I just, I can't crush him 4 days before!"

"Yeah you can, like this: 'No.' Or some long winded wordy way like you do." I smiled at the end, but Deku didn't seem to find it funny.

"Again, I don't think it's an option anymore."

"His excitement can't possibly be the only contributing factor to this Deku. What's really happening?"

"I can't say no anymore." He'd not even looking at me anymore... I think the right thing to do is push it and try and fix it, but that would not fix our relationship. He'd probably get mad and ignore me.. It's best I drop it, knowing Monoma isn't even going to be there... but he might be suspicious if I just drop it- "Kacchan?"

"Eh?"

"You're-" He stifles a chuckle. "You're doing my little mutter thing."

"Oh, sorry?" The machines beep. "For that long??"

"Mm, give or take." He unloads his laundry, his sheets are at the top... I feel less self conscious about taking out my sheets too- NEVERMIND! I hide them anyways because they have slight light brown staining.... its more like light coffee that shit weirdos.

"You washing your sheets?" I sounded a bit more judgemental than I mean to.

"....yeah? Every.. Monday? How often do you??"

"Uhm, just whenever I wash I guess, so..little more than a week I guess?" I'm the weirdo here.

We all knew this. What, are you new??

"I guess that makes sense too.. I just don't like how sweaty I get at night I guess.." His face reddened slightly.

"Tell me about it-"

"At least your sweat smells like caramel."

"What?" I blurted out.

"Because of your quirk? You knew that Kacchan." I mean, yeah I did but-

"Yeah, I guess I sort of associate caramel smell as bad? Because of that."

"That sounds reasonable." .... He starts mumbling something I decide to not listen too...

...

*beep beep*
I open my machine to unload, he's still in mummble-zone. "Deku?" I shake his shoulder.

"Hm?"

"Your clothes are done." I finish loading my laundry back into my hamper. "Later Deku."

"See ya Kacchan!"

I continue back up to my room- "BIRDS!!"

"...What?"