Cable

   Bakugou sat in the common area, feet propped onto the coffee table. It was late at night, he sat with his iced coffee on the table. Bakugo leaned back and sighed. As much as he hated it, he kept having flashbacks of constantly being needed to be saved. His therapist has chalked it up to PTSD, and prescribed him medicine and wats to calm himself once his episodes would get out of hand.

   Bakugo took his hand and dragged it down his face, letting out a frustrated groan.
"Uh, you alright dude?"

   Bakugou looked up, kicking eyes with no one other than Jirou.

   "I'm fine", Bakugou spat, obviously frustrated. He reached for his coffee and took a sip.

    "You don't look alright but I won't question it", Jirou replied. She grabbed the remote from the coffee table, flipping on the TV and plopping on the couch next to Bakugou. The Netflix logo quickly popped up on the black screen.

   "Seriously, Jirou? Netflix this fucking late?", Bakugou groaned.

   "Bakugou, we have the day off. Apparently they added Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. I barely remember that movie since it came out so long ago", Jirou replied.

   "Ew, you like Michael Cera movies?", Bakugou scoffed.

  "I don't like Michael Cera, I love Kat Dennings", Jirou deadpanned. Bakugou looked a bit taken aback. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't that. Bakugou continues to drink his iced coffee, but didn't object to Jirou's statement. He also loved Kat Dennings, but he would never admit that out loud, and especially not to Jirou. Bakugou quieted down once the movie started, but he didn't move from the couch.

    The movie was a nice distraction from his running thoughts. Jirou leaned back, her arms behind her head. A little while into the movie, and Bakugou was hooked. It had just gotten to the scene where Dev gives Norah the push-up bra. Bakugou looked over, noticing the blush on Jirou's face. Jirou looked down at her own chest when she felt the presence of someone else's eyes staring at her. She looked up at Bakugou, noticing his smug look.

   "Why are you looking at me like that?", Jirou asked. Bakugou kept the smug look on his face.

   "I was just imagining this is one of the reasons you like Kat Dennings", Bakugou replied. Jirou rolled her eyes.

  "Shut up", she said looking away.

  "Ha!", Bakugou let out. Jirou gave him a side glare and turned back to the movie. Bakugou ran his hands through his hair, pleased to know how to get under Jirou's skin.

   "You know I hate Romantic shit like this.
Rom-coms are so dumb", Bakugou groaned.

   "You say you hate them, but yet here you are watching it with me", Jirou replied just as smug. Bakugou let out a "humph", and crossed his arms, leaning back into the couch.
Jirou decided to take initiative and leaned back into the couch as well, throwing her legs over Bakugou. Bakugou's facial expression changed, wondering what possessed Jirou to think touching him was okay.

  "Jirou, what the fuck are you doing?", Bakugou asked. Jirou turned from the movie to reply to him.

  "Getting comfy", she said.

  "You couldn't get comfy somewhere else?", Bakugou crossed his arms. "You're the one who sat next to me in the first place", he stressed. Jirou smirked.

  "Nope. Not moving. You know nothing is stopping you from getting comfortable yourself", a slight blush appeared on Jirou's face, not realizing what she had said until after she said it.

  Bakugou looked just as surprised, but couldn't let the opportunity pass. A large smirk creeped upon his face as he lunged into Jirou's chest.

  "What a-are you doing?", Jirou stammered.