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Hot Date

"Bakugou?"

"Go away."

Jirou had already knocked on the door to Bakugou's dorm three times now and after calling out to him he still didn't open up. It took some guts to knock on the door belonging to Bakugou of all people and Jirou didn't spend the last half an hour building up the courage for it just for her plan to blow up in her face - well not literally, of course, thank god for that. This just wouldn't do.

Sending an ear jack under the door, Jirou searched Bakugou's dorm for the boy, bracing herself for the explosion that was sure to come. But it never did. Instead she felt around half of the room before the man of the hour suddenly flung the door open.

"Ears."

"Bakugou."

They stood like that for a few seconds while Jirou drew her ear jack back to her. Bakugou's expression gave away no hint to how he was feeling about the visit, that grumpy face he pulled all the time unchanged. He was however, in his pajamas and his hair wasn't the normal ball of spikes it usually was. It was then that Jirou remembered when Bakugou's bedtime was and she suddenly regretted her choice for the past sixteen years to be a night owl, even though it was only ten thirty.

"There better be a damn good explanation for this." Bakugou rubbed his eye with his palm and ran a hand through his slightly tousled hair.

Cute. Jirou thought. Just like Kaminari.

Wait no, why was she thinking that. It was true that during the few times she'd seen a tired Kaminari he'd done the very same thing as Bakugou but Jirou hadn't thought the action was cute, and she definitely didn't think Bakugou was cute. Or even Kaminari for that matter. God why is this what's running through her head right now.

"Uh yeah, well I desperately need your help for this assignment."

"Not happening." He turned into his room and began to close the door.

"Bakugou, wait!"

To Jirou's disbelief, he actually turned around and waited. This whole ordeal so far was going surprisingly well; not once had Bakugou yelled, slammed the door, blown Jirou up or blown something else up. If she was lucky enough to make it this far then surely she could make it the rest of the way unscathed.

"I'm waiting."

"Okay look, I know you probably had like five new quirk moves down two weeks ago and you definitely don't need help from me, but like, it couldn't hurt to learn one more, right?"

"I don't need help."

"It wouldn't be help it would be uhh... think of it more like repaying a debt. Because I seriously need you to loan me your knowledge."

"You seriously don't have a single new quirk move down yet, Ears?"

"Uh, no."

"Pathetic. Can't believe I'm boxed in with you extras."

"Can I take that as a yes?"

"Tch. Outside the dorms. Tomorrow morning. Four thirty am. Don't be late."

"FOUR THIRTY AM?"

As Bakugou closed the door in her face, Jirou swore she saw the ghost of a smirk appear on his face. Now Jirou understood how he became so powerful - he went to bed a eight every day so he could wake up at four and train before school, he was some sort of machine. Even thinking about that type of lifestyle made Jirou sleepy and she wondered if that's what it would take to tone Kaminari's personality down, then again it didn't make Bakugou any less explosive.