Love, According to Denki

III

      When he arrives at Kaminari's door only to have his eardrums blitz attacked by a terrible singing voice yowling alongside thumping bass, Bakugou is not impressed.

      His first instinct is to kick down the door, blow the offending radio to kingdom come, and give Kaminari an earful about how much he fucking sucks at singing. It would be the easiest thing to do, for sure; he'd catch the boy by surprise, though ten to one he'd wake up everyone else in neighboring rooms. Then again, he thinks, it's not like a discordant thunder of his yelling is anything new to the students who are stuck rooming by him. And even if it did irk them, what did he care? They had more than an aggressive voice to be annoyed by. In reality, they should be more worried about the fact that they're wasting their time trying to catch up to Bakugou when, without a doubt, he's going to become the best hero, and they'll be stuck drawing stick figures in the dirt while he beats the shit out of all the villains.

      Extras. Swallowed by thought, Bakugou nearly forgets why he is in the hallway at half past 3 in the morning, standing in his definitely-not-pajamas and glaring at a two inch thick sheet of wood separating him from a nightmare. Evidently, the rational part of his brain is trying to spur him along, moving his feet without his command in the opposite direction of the door. Instinct looking out for him. If only he could just turn around, call it a night, and wipe every piece of this whole encounter from his memory. But then, how could he rightfully pass up the chance to get Kaminari to leave him alone? Forever? What kind of sane person would that make him?

      It's too good to pass up. A little deafening music more tasteless than Kaminari's fashion sense is a decent torture sentence in exchange for relative peace.

      Bakugou chews on the inside of his cheek as he reaches for the door, a reflex that is borne more from boredom than nervousness - because, of all things to get nervous about, dumb boys who listen to dumb music are not one of them - and he tries the knob. Unsurprisingly, it turns. Top notch security. He prods the door open with the toe of his shoe, unceremoniously ducking out of the hallway as soon as it manages to create a Bakugou-sized gap. There's a pause as he takes in the room, the somehow louder music, and the image of a pajama and snapback clad Kaminari jamming out to... whatever the fuck it is.

      "Ooh, you taste like menthol, baby! Yeah, yeah, feelin' dead as of lately! Aw!"

      A flurry of kicks and air punches follows, and Bakugou's face contorts into a mortified scowl before he can even process the shift in his own expression. Sparks of electricity fly from Kaminari's socks as he shuffles across the carpet, showing around his ankles as he pivots on his heel every half step or so. The circles he turns in are not particularly graceful, but the way Kaminari's hair flies wildly about his face and sticks to his sweaty forehead is somewhat endearing - not to Bakugou, of course - and it doesn't take any type of genius to understand the sheer joy reflected in Kaminari's full-toothed smile. How he can enjoy dancing to such dull music is beyond Bakugou, but Kaminari is so entranced by his little disco that he has still not even registered that the door has opened, much less that Bakugou is standing there watching him.

      Bakugou waits for the song to come to an end before he says anything. It's more dramatic that way, and hopefully, more embarrassing for Kaminari. He folds his arms over his chest, knits his brows, and scrunches his nose in a dangerous show of frustration.

      "Drooly."

      "H- What?" Kaminari's head whips around almost too comically, his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape as he begins to register what is happening. He assesses Bakugou's outfit, then his expression, and cannot help as a sheepish smile replaces his awed jaw-drop. "Oh, whoa. So you came after all! I gotta admit, I wasn't expecting you to be brave enough to show up."

      Bakugou's eyes glint in a manner that causes Kaminari to flinch. "Er, okay, so what I meant was - well, 'Suki, I just really didn't think you'd want to come. Because it's so late. And you're you, while I'm... me."

      Kaminari's explanation does little to placate Bakugou, but he at least manages to drop some of the harshness in his face. He lets his muscles relax, and his expression mollifies for just long enough to reassure Kaminari that his mind is still set on going with him.

      "So, anyway," Kaminari starts as he removes his phone from its dock, "bet you're wondering what we're gonna do. And I'm not gonna tell you! But, I can give you a hint. There's food, so you can't be completely pissed off. Now come on, get out the door! I've already got all my stuff together." He grins and motions vaguely to his feet as he slips on a pair of ratty shoes.

      "Fine."

      "You're not going to regret this. Oh man, this is gonna be so fun!" Kaminari hoots, pumping his fist in the air as he gallavants over to the doorway. He breezes right past Bakugou, waving him along as he steps out into the hallway. "You ready?"

      Bakugou doesn't think he can ever be ready.

     "Fuck's sake. Yeah, whatever. Let's go."