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WHEN i walked into the training room this morning, i will say that i saw something i wasn't expecting. something that nearly had me go absolutely mad.
i stand in the doorway with a breath hitched in my throat as i watch the boy across the room roughly punching the bag.
his hair.
all might his hair.
i feel the tears of pure laughter prick at my lids as the spunky boy's hair which i'm used to seeing in a spiked state is now slicked to his skull.
for only a split second, i choke on the laugh i hold down into my chest and slap a hand over my mouth.
it catches his attention and he glazes his eyes over to the doorway where i stand shaking, as i hold back the laughter. he wipes off some of the sweat that's glistening on his brow with the bottom of his sleeveless black tee.
bakugou looks back up at me for a second and i can barely see him through the tears that now stream down my face. i feel the taste of iron as i bite down hard on my bottom lip.
he rips his white earbuds from his ears as he stomps toward me.
ohhh he knows.
without a second for me to catch myself, the laughter finally spills from my lips. i crouch over before he can even reach me.
"THIS IS NOT MY FAULT OKAY THAT FUCKING GUY DID THIS TO ME!" he screams above me and i can't even comprehend what he's saying. "I TRIED EVERYTHING AND IT WON'T UNSTICK UGHHH!"
his anger pouring through his tone as he screams. my stomach hurts and my cheeks are sore from the smile i can't help but pull from my face.
after the defendant's screeching for what feels like hours, i finally am able to pull myself up from the crouching position. i use an arm in the doorway to hold myself up from falling right back down to my knees.
"i'm sorry bakugou," my voice comes out breathlessly. "i just wasn't expecting to see your hair like that at five in the morning. i don't mean to be making fun of you or anything." i wipe a stray tear from my eye as the fuming bakugou mutters under his breath curse words that would put any grandmother six feet under at the sound.
"like i said it's not my fault! that stupid ass said my hair looked bad or whatever!" i find my eyes roam to his arms as they cross over his strong chest.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT BITCH!" the harsh scream of bakugou's words in my face pull me from my intrusive thoughts.
what was i looking at?
"i thought you had a...fuzzy thing on your shirt." trying to push it from my mind i pretend to grab something on his shirt quickly. "see i got it!" i give him a nervous smile hoping that he would take my excuse at face value. he looks at me disgustingly and frowns down at me. he turns around muttering something under his breath as he stomps back into the room, pushing his earbuds back into their place, back to the bag where he beings to maneuver and punch at the bag. striking with intention and strength in every hit.
