𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐛𝐤𝐬𝐫

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"𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝."
- 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 5sos

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐎 is one wrong answer away from jumping out of Katsuki Bakugo's dorm balcony. With finals around the corner and his prior exam grades not looking too hot, he realized how badly he needed to do well on this exam. His study sessions with Yaoyarozu ended up becoming more time for him to slack off with his friends rather than a conducive study environment, hence why he wasn't with them this weekend. He realized he needed a more serious atmosphere to hold him accountable; to study with someone so incredibly uptight, he would have no choice but to study well, which is exactly how he found himself studying with Bakugo on a Saturday afternoon.

"Katsuki, I don't understand how you can retain all of this." Hanta groaned, laying back on Bakugo's bed with his textbook resting over his face.

"Because I'm hardworking and smart?" Bakugo snorted, flipping through his handwritten notes.

"Oh, I get it," Hanta sat up in bed, slamming his book closed in dramatics. "So you're basically saying I'm not smart, and that I'm going to fail this exam, and that you don't want to be friends with me anymore."

"I did not say any of that, dumbass," Bakugo rolled his eyes, handing his freshly looked-over notes to Hanta.

Hanta had been in Bakugo's room several times before, yet this was the first time he had stayed in there for over an hour and didn't receive any sort of death threat. One time, he surprised Bakugo on the morning of his birthday with a confetti canon, and there were marks of chipped paint on the wall to prove it. It's not his fault he didn't know there were small shards of cardboard in it. Blame the sketchy convenience store he bought it from, not him.

There was also the time they had a class Mario Kart tournament, and Bakugo was losing at a humiliating rate. Hanta didn't even get to finish his final lap around Rainbow Road when Bakugo veered off the track for the fiftieth time and launched his controller at Hanta's head. Hanta might have said something that set him over the edge, which led to him being chased up to the fourth floor, so he promptly locked himself in Bakugo's room. He hid in his bed until Denki finally coaxed him out, only to see a furious Mr. Aizawa waiting on the other side when he opened the door. Mr. Aizawa ended up lecturing both of them on the importance of respecting a classmate's personal space and that he would not tolerate any future threats to physically harm classmates.

He even remembers the time Bakugo had gotten sick, so Hanta paid him a visit out of the kindness of his heart. He came bearing gifts, mostly homemade soup and a stuffed plushie. Let's just say interesting comments were made, Bakugo started yelling about the underseasoned soup, and sparks were sent flying after Hanta as he quickly escaped his room.

He remembers all those times fondly, even if they ended with Hanta fleeing the scene of the crime. It had been a long time since those days of running in fear and hoping Bakugo didn't lose his shit over Hanta's shenanigans. Progress comes in waves, and Hanta was the ocean reincarnate. He had successfully spent the last five hours in Bakugo's bedroom without so much as a threat to his life nor a smack to his head. Denki owed him ten thousand yen.

As he tuned back into his surroundings, he noticed the soft thuds against the glass of Bakugo's balcony doors.

"Katsuki, it's raining!" Hanta exclaimed, tapping on Bakugo's textbook and then pointing out the window. The light drizzle had turned into a heavy pour, hearing a large boom of thunder that excited Hanta even more.