𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

Chapter 8: Jealous

"He asked me if he could call me EMORI! TSUKI, WHAT DO I DO!? HE WAS SO NICE, WHICH IS SO UNLIKE HIM!?" Emori, in Tsuki's room, was freaking out. 

Tsuki stared at Emori who was sitting on her bed, her hands covering her face as she was panicking. "This is working out way to well..." 

It was the next day, around 7:40 am. Emori quickly woke up and ran to Tsuki's room to tell her everything that happened. Emori couldn't wrap everything around her head. Her and Bakugo actually went to the arcade and got ALONG? Not only that, but Bakugo gave Emori the confidence to go by 'Emori' once more. This is all so... strange.

Tsuki sat on the edge of her bed, listening to Emori's hurried rant with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. She couldn't believe how the night had gone between the two.
"Wait, wait, wait. So, you're telling me that Bakugo willingly paid for your meal, and then offered to beat up anyone who has a problem with you going by 'Emori' again? And he was... nice? Seriously?"

She repeated Emori's story back to her, still in disbelief. She had never seen Bakugo act this way before, especially not towards Emori. It was a complete shift from their usual hostile relationship. She was impressed and curious, wondering what had gone down between them.

"This is seriously unbelievable. Since when does Bakugo act like that? He's usually such a grumpy ass." She thought aloud, shaking her head in disbelief. "Are you sure you're not hallucinating? Or dreaming or something? Are you sure it was the real Bakugo and not some clone?" Tsuki questioned, looking at Emori.

"I'm positive it was the real him, Tsuki. I could see his face and hear his voice. Trust me, there's no way I would imagine him acting all... nice... and protective." She said, still sounding a bit dazed by last night's events. It was hard to shake off the memory of how un-Bakugo-like he had been.

"That's insane. I never thought I'd see the day where he actually treats you with a hint of respect." She joked, still trying to process the news. "But hey, if he's actually being nice to you now, that's a good sign, right? Maybe he's finally realizing that you're an actual human being and not just a constant annoyance to him."

Emori playfully rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed, fixing her leggings. "Does this mean I'm winning the bet so far?"

Tsuki chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Not quite yet, Emori. Don't get too cocky just yet." She teased, still in disbelief over the situation. "But you're definitely off to a good start, I'll give you that. If he continues acting like this, you might just win the bet in no time."

After the two girls finished talking, they headed down to the common room and towards one of the many couches laid around, sitting down and watching a movie. None other than a movie based off of All Might himself.

As they settled onto the couch, the movie started, and it was a true All Might fanboy's dream. The movie was filled with action, adventure, and plenty of epic hero moments.

Tsuki watched the movie, visibly enjoying every second of it, while Emori was only half paying attention, still secretly thinking about the night with Bakugo. She couldn't get it out of her head, especially with how different he had acted.

Halfway through the movie, Tsuki noticed Emori's distracted state and nudged her with her elbow. "Hey, you okay? You're not even watching the movie. Something on your mind?"

As Emori was about to answer, Bakugo came down the stairs, which caught her attention. She closed her mouth, not saying anything as she watched him sit down on the other couch beside the one her and Tsuki were on.

Should I say good morning? It's respectful, right? Emori thought to herself, before blurting it out.
"Good morning, Bakugo!"
Emori mentally facepalmed. She probably sounded stupid, didn't she?