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𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚜
ᵖᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵍᵉʳ 𝚎𝚛𝚖 , 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢!
𝚂𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂?
(R𝚎𝚊𝚍) 𝚘𝚖𝚍
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"Are youmf gonna eat thaght?" mumbled Kirishima through a mouthful of rice.
"It's all yours king," Jirou assured unsurely, pushing her tray to the redhead beside her. His filled cheeks stretched further with a smile as he thanked her and prepared himself to down yet another plate of rice.
"Dude, slow down, you're gonna choke it all up again," Denki stressed, shuffling himself away from the muncher.
"But it's bulk season!" Possibly jumping from the enthusiasm of his words, a few grains flew out with his words, landing on a firecracker sat across the table
"Keep the bulk in your mouth, god damnit. Yuck . "
" Yuuck ," Jirou imitated, though any giggles were quickly silenced as the victim looked just about ready to explode.
Gulp. "Aye my bad Bakubro," Kiri apologized, reaching over to wipe his mouth contents from Bakugou's blazer only to have his hand slapped away. "Ow!"
"Why do you guys never wait for me to change back to my uniform," grumbled Sero, nudging Mina to scoot over so he sat across from Jirou, Kiri and Kisaki. "I got stuck talking to Present mic on the way back and now I think I'm deaf."
"How could you see us then," Denki remarked, tapping his forehead wittily.
"...bro."
"You take ages though!" whined Mina, sliding her embezzled phone to make space for their once missing group member. "Katsuki gets all pissy when we don't get to lunch on time."
"Yeah, well, we're given a timetable for a reason," he grumbled.
"See?"
Sero sighed in defeat, stretching his long arm across the backrest behind Mina as he spoke, "well, I did learn one thing on the way back. You know that History test we have on the 19th?-"
"We have a test?!" exclaimed Denki, dragging his hands down his face in despair.
"Chill dude, it's next week."
"Oh sweet!" Kirshima grinned.
Mina almost sighed in relief too before she clocked the little smile that played on Jirou's lips as she took in another load of noodles. Then the cogs turned till they clicked.
"Wait, that's this friday," she panicked.
"What, pfft, no way," Jirou denied, doing little to hide her deceit.
"The pink one's right," Bakugou approved, though no one actually asked.
"Ohmygosh I literally haven't even opened the textbook," Mina squeaked, threading her fingers through her entanglement of curls
"Guys we're actually cooked," Denki sighed, sliding back into his chair defeatedly..
"Nono, we've totally got this," Mina decided determinedly. "My house, tonight. We Study. Real hard."
"Hell yeah!" Kirishima shouted, a chorus of "shh's" following shortly after.
"Surely a few movies as well?" Denki added hopefully with his fingers crossed.
"No!" she frowned at the pout he gave. "...maybe."
"I'm not going," Bakugou yawned.
"What?!" Cried Denki, a little too passionately. " How will we study without our great explosion murder god?!"
"Use my name with respect or I'll show your ass what it means."
"Shiver me timbers!"
"Shut up!"
"Hmmm...Maybe we should invite (y/n)?" Mina thought aloud, her finger pressed to her cheek.
Before he could even send the nerve signals, Sero's head flicked up towards mina; a slight, simple movement that had her tilt her head a degree, only a degree, before Bakugou took (y/n)'s name as a cue to go on about how he didn't understand just how she got into UA with her "dumbass brain" and her "dumbass quirk", much to everyone's enjoyment. (Their groans were so in unison it was like they'd rehearsed. And Bakugou did like to give them an annoyingly fair amount of practice.)
