Mha oc

Moment of bonding.

The school roof was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic in the distance and the rhythmic clicking of buttons under my thumbs. I lay sprawled against the railing, my Switch propped on my knees, the bright colors of Super Smash Bros. flickering against the overcast sky.

Lunch break was my favorite time of the day—not because I particularly enjoyed the food, but because it meant I could escape. No chaos. No crowds. Just me, the open sky, and a gaming session to burn off the noise in my head.

I was mid-match, absolutely demolishing some CPU Mario, when the sound of the rooftop door creaking open made my thumb falter on the joystick.

"Don't fucking stop just 'cause I'm here," a familiar voice grumbled.

I sighed, letting out a slow breath as I turned my head. Sure enough, there was Bakugou, his uniform jacket slung lazily over his shoulder, tie undone and shirt untucked. His sharp red eyes met mine, his usual scowl etched onto his face like it was permanent.

"You lost, didn't you?" I asked, smirking.

He scoffed, stepping onto the roof fully and letting the door swing shut behind him. "I don't lose, dumbass."

"Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." I returned my attention to the screen, not bothering to sit up. He wasn't someone you had to make room for. If Bakugou wanted space, he'd just take it.

To my surprise, instead of barking back, he flopped down next to me, his back against the railing and his legs stretched out in front of him.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward, which was... weird. It was the kind of quiet that just existed, neither of us feeling the need to fill it. I continued playing, my focus split between the game and the unexpected presence next to me.

After a while, Bakugou broke the silence. "You're pretty good at that."

I blinked, glancing at him. "Did you just compliment me? Holy shit, is this real life?"

He rolled his eyes but didn't rise to the bait. "It's not a compliment, idiot. Just an observation."

"Riiight," I drawled, smirking as I landed a final smash. "Well, thanks for the observation."

We fell back into silence, and I almost forgot he was there until he spoke again, his tone quieter this time.

"You didn't have to do what you did... at the awards thing."

I paused mid-click, my fingers hovering over the buttons. He wasn't looking at me, his gaze fixed on the skyline like the distant buildings were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"You're not a monster," I said simply, setting the Switch aside. "I just said what needed to be said."

He shifted, his shoulders tensing like he was bracing for something. "Yeah, well... not everyone thinks that."

I leaned back, resting my arms on the cool metal of the railing. "Screw what everyone else thinks. They don't know you."

That got a snort out of him, though it wasn't exactly a laugh. "Yeah, because you know me so well, huh?"

"I know enough," I said, turning my head to meet his gaze. "Enough to know you're more than some hothead who likes to blow shit up."

He frowned, his brows drawing together like he didn't know how to respond to that.

"You're also a complete pain in the ass," I added, grinning.

There it was—a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Tch. Takes one to know one."

We sat there for a while longer, the unspoken tension between us easing into something lighter, something... comfortable.

Eventually, I picked up my Switch again, nudging his arm with my elbow. "You wanna play?"

He glanced at the screen, then back at me, his expression unreadable.

"Fine," he said, grabbing one of the Joy-Cons. "But don't cry when I wipe the floor with you."

"Big talk, Boom Boy. Let's see if you can back it up."

For the rest of lunch, we sat on the roof, trading insults and blows on-screen. It wasn't some grand bonding moment, but it was something. And for someone like Bakugou, I figured that was enough.