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1. When the Boyfriend Calls

THIS IS WRITTEN SO BADLY I CANNOT EVEN like how does one progress emotions wtf wtf wtf ew ew ew

bc this is my first one, i'm just going to let it slide but oh my god this is so awful please don't read it.

Third Person's POV

"Bakugo?" Kirishima nudged the boy sitting next to him in one of the common room's sofa.

"Hmm?" He replied disinterestedly, not lifting his fiery gaze from his book.

"What are you reading?" Kirishima asked, trying not to sound dejected that Bakugo had chosen the book to pay his attention to.

Bakugo sighed, running a hand through his ash-blonde hair, spiky as ever.

He looks a dandelion, Kirishima thought to himself, snorting in amusement.

An irritated glare flashed on his face. "What do you want, Shitty Hair?"

"I want to know what book you're reading," Kirshima insisted, hoping his lie wasn't too obvious.

Bakugo sneered and shut his book carefully, raising an eyebrow at the blatant lie.

"I am bored," Kirishima enunciated his words clearly to his explosive best friend, before sprawling across the sofa and propping his legs up on Bakugo's crisscrossed legs. "Come on, Blasty, let's do something!"

Bakugo did not even hesitate before pushing his legs off him, scowling at the red-haired lad. "Go ask Brain-dead Battery or Black-eyes or someone to hang out with you, dumbass."

"Nuh-uh," The teen replied, not getting up but crisscrossing his legs to imitate Bakugo. "Kaminari and Ashido are very busy playing Mario Kart, as you can see," he gestured towards the two teenagers who were busy wrestling each other with shoulder shoves and pushes all the while gaming.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Shut the fuck up, shithead. Leave me alone," he said to the boy sprawled across the sofa. As soon as the words left his mouth, a loud ringing followed and everyone in 1-A who were minding their own business looked up to Kirishima who scrambled to get his phone.

Phone calls were rare at U.A. and the only time people were called were from family and close friends, both of which were informed to call them only when they were in the privacy of their own dorms.

When Bakugo had muttered "Leave me alone," to Kirishima, he wasn't expecting Kirishima to actually listen.

Everyone's eyes were curiously trained on the red haired boy as he looked at the caller ID and his eyes widened by ten times and a big, ear-splitting grin took over his face as he scrambled to be in an upright sitting position.

"Okay," Kirishima said to Bakugo, leaving the blonde stunned that Kirishima wasn't pestering  him to not be rude. Before he could say anything, the call connected.

"Hello," Kirishima breathed out softly, clutching the phone.

A clear, smooth voice echoed through the silent room from the phone. "Hello."

Kirishima squealed, grabbing a pillow and stuffing his face in it as he piled headfirst into a bunch of questions. "How are you? I missed hearing your voice! How have you been? I miss your beautiful face, too. How's America? I missed you? So, so much?"