Feelings are Weird [Male Reader]

| 7 |

|[Y/N's POV|

I wake up and immediately feel like shit. My nose feels plugged, my face hot, hands clammy, and weak to the stomach. Well, shit. I turn over and grunt, reaching for my phone. With my other hand, I turn off the alarm, sifting through my notes to find a certain number. Once I find it, I call the number and explain I'm taking a sick day away from school. This is going to be great.

After I hang up I turn back over and pull the covers higher on myself, yawning.

Several minutes past and several failed attempts to fall asleep have followed. An indescribable noise passes my lips as I turn for the millionth time, attempting to re-find a comfortable position. When that doesn't work, I realize I'm not getting any more sleep. To this I grunt once more, wiping my eyes from the non-existent tiredness. My bones crack lightly while I stretch to wake up my limbs. Once I'm fully attentive I get up from my bed and pull my smallest blanket along with me.

Walking down the corridors I toss my blanket over my shoulders. Letting out a shallow sigh I quickly stumble my way down my stairs and to my kitchen. Some soup should help. I search through my cabinets, but pathetically I only find stale cereal and a half-empty bag of chips. Shrugging I grab the chips and toss them onto the counter, letting it slide across the marble surface before slowing to a stop. Now, tea is not my favourite beverage, but it's meant to help peoples sickness in some kind of way. I grab a mug and open the tea container. Inside I find absolutely nothing. I really need to go shopping soon.

Instead, I make myself a cup of coffee and head to the living room, plopping onto the sofa and placing my mug onto the coffee table. I pry open the bag of chips with my weak fingers, peering into the bag to see it almost empty, or, well, halfway eaten.

Surprisingly, coffee and chips isn't a bad mix. I reach forward and grab the TV remote, flicking on the television. The majority of the shows were stupid, or obnoxious, but I could really care less. I settle on this random show I don't know the plot to and continue to scrape at the bottom of the foil bag in search of chip crumbs.

|Bakugou's POV|

I haven't seen [Y/N] at all today. Either he's going above and beyond to avoid me, or he's just not at school, and to how I see [Y/N], he's most likely not at school.

At the moment I'm sitting at my desk in the classroom, gazing off into the scenery of a room full of extras. Before I know it, everyone is roaming the classroom loudly, chatting up anyone the mob of teens come across. I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder and furrow my eyebrows, putting on a scowl and muttering "What do you want?" to whoever was there. The suspect walks in-front of me and looms over me. I look up at them and of course, it's shitty hair "Just wanted to tell you that [Y/N] is apparently at home sick today," he says "And how do you know that?" I ask rudely "I have my ways. Anyway, I'm just curious if [Y/N] is okay, considering he's barely ever taken days off because of sickness...". Now that I think about it, Kirishima has a point. [Y/N] almost never takes sick days off, and when he does it's usually something important. "Well, it could just be one of those times where [Y/N] gets a small cold and becomes lazy and stays at home," I say, waving my hands. Kirishima nods "Well, I still want to make sure he's okay." he says, fiddling with his fingers. I roll my eyes "Don't tell me you're going to do what I think you are..." I scoff "I am," he says quietly "Jeez, and you say I'm head over heels for [Y/N]," I chuckle rudely "It's not like that! He's just a really good friend is all.." "Yeah whatever," I mutter, closing my eyes.

|[Y/N]'s POV|

I wake up to the sound of knocking. When did I fall asleep? That's besides the point. I rise from the sofa lazily, almost falling over. My whole outfit was smothered in chip crumbs that failed to reach my mouth, or simply fell out. The corners of my lips felt crusty, so I wiped them, feeling a satisfactory itch as I did so.