Colors

8- Mood

After the successful completion of Airi's concert in Tokyo, life returned to normal. Or, well, almost.

Winter break was coming up soon, which meant it was time to study for their exams. No one from class 3-A had any clue as to what would be their hero exam. 3-B had already been told what to expect from theirs, it would be taking place this weekend, but if the last semesters here at UA had told Bakugou anything, it was to not expect the expected.

So for the most part, his class had decided to focus solely on the academic side of things. As long as he found time here and there to work out, then he felt prepared for whatever the hero exam would entail.

But because of the time Bakugou had spent spacing out this semester, he felt a little behind. So once he completed his afternoon workout, he would lock himself in his room every day and study til his eyes would droop.

This would all be a lot easier if he had the notes to actually study the material, but he had himself to blame for that. And his pride wouldn't let him ask his classmates for theirs.

A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts, "Bakugbro? You alive in there?" 

"What do you want, Shitty Hair?" The blonde grumbled, slamming his pencil onto his desk in frustration.

The door creaked open slowly and the redhead peaked his head in. "We're gonna to go Teikuan for a group study. Shinsou suggested it."

Bakugou snorted, "Why? So he can mess with his girlfriend again? Yeah right, I'd rather jump off the balcony."

Shitty Hair sauntered in further, "What's your problem, bro? You know full well Shinsou isn't with Ayame. They're more like siblings than anything."

"I don't fucking care!" Bakugou snapped, "Leave me the fuck alone."

Sighing, Shitty Hair sat on his bed. The blonde had a good guess of his facial expression but he refused to look at him.

They stayed there, sitting in silence, and Bakugou still refused to give his classmate the time of day.

"Seriously, what's wrong dude? You've been off for the past few days."

Bakugou only glared at his notebook, knowing full well he would not be explaining it to the redhead. His pride wouldn't let him. Fuck school.

Shitty Hair sighed again, "Fine." He stood up again and without warning gripped the hood of Bakugou's sweatshirt. The blonde shouted in protest but what was defenseless as Shitty Hair dragged him out of his room.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"You're being a mopey pain in the ass. I'm forcing a change of scenery on you."

"Don't you dare!"

"It's for your own good." The pair arrived in the living room to see the rest of the nicknamed Bakusquad waiting for them.

"Holy shit, he's back from the dead." Dunce Face commented, not shying away from the glare Bakugou sent his way.

Shitty Hair grumbled, "Yep, but he's being a baby so let's go."

"I will FUCKING KILL YOU!"

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Bakugou was pouting silently during the whole walk to Teikuan, his arms crossed as Kirishima continued to drag him.

The redhead didn't know why the blonde was acting the way he was, but after living with him for three years, he had gotten pretty good at dealing with his mood swings.

He could only hope some fresh air, coffee, and maybe a dessert can get him out of his funk.

Gosh, Bakugou was his best friend, he really was and he loves him, but he can get on his nerves sometimes.