A Meme A Day - Kiribaku {BNHA}

Mornings Suck

"fuck_off started following you. 9h"

Kirishima didn't see the notification until he got back to his (vacant) room, and it hadn't clicked right away who the hell 'fuck_off' could be until he tapped the icon.

Bakugou. He grinned. Of course Bakugou would have a username like 'fuck_off.' Without hesitation and before scrolling even a single time down Bakugou's page, he tapped the follow button.

Kirishima had only just kicked his shoes off and plopped down onto the end of his bed when he started scrolling, getting a first glance at Bakugou's pictures. He didn't post much—there were fewer than a hundred photos overall—but most of what his account did contain were pictures of himself. Pictures of himself that Kirishima couldn't help but notice contained a lot of middle fingers.

The oldest photo was from two years ago and lacked the eyeliner that Bakugou spent his waking hours donning as well as most of the piercings he wore now. It was pretty surprising just how different—how much younger—he looked without the piercings and such. He was definitely still attractive, Kirishima concluded, but the redhead found he preferred the appearance of the Bakugou who was his roommate rather than that of the one he saw in the picture. (Though he couldn't deny the attraction he had to either one.)

Amongst the selfies were photos of miscellaneous things—a few other people in photos with Bakugou whom Kirishima obviously didn't recognize, a few of a big black and white dog he probably had at home, and—admittedly striking Kirishima as somewhat strange—a couple of a big black motorcycle. Very few of them were actually captioned, though, offering no clarity to whose dog or bike it was, or who any of the other people were.

Kirishima's attention was ripped away from his phone the second the doorknob clicked. His head snapped up just as the door swung open and Bakugou stepped into the room, and he swore he'd never jabbed his finger into the lock button so fast in his life—as though he was getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar or something silly.

"Yo," Kirishima said quickly—too quickly, he was sure—as Bakugou tossed his keychain onto his bed.

"The fuck's up with you?" Bakugou asked.

"Whattaya mean?"

Bakugou's thin blonde brows inched up. "Dunno. You're acting weird...er."

"I am?" Kirishima asked, attempting to play dumb. He had no idea why he felt like he needed to keep the fact that he'd been... mildly stalking Bakugou's Instagram a secret, but he did.

The blonde merely huffed as he flopped onto his bed, kicking his shoes off toward the wall, muttering a "whatever."

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Falling into a routine with Bakugou as his new roommate was fairly easy after the first couple of weeks, especially after Bakugou (with evident reluctance) asked Kirishima to make sure he was awake on time to get ready and make it to first period without being late.

"That fucker Aizawa chewed me out for being late all the time 'cause my shitty teacher ratted me out, of-fucking-course, so if I don't start 'being punctual'"—(he'd air-quoted it, an annoyed scowl pressed into his brow)—"it's gonna be another shitty write-up, which means getting bitched at by my damn mother again, which gets me closer to being fucking expelled," he explained after asking in a grumble.

"Yeah, man, I don't mind helping you out," Kirishima said. "Want me to wake you up in time for breakfast, too?"

"Might as fucking well," Bakugou sighed out in irritation.

"How much time do you need to get ready?"

The blonde shrugged. "Twenty minutes," he said.

"'Kay. I'll wake you up at like 7:00 so you'll have like half an hour to get ready before breakfast, yeah?"