Silience

32.5. 受理

guess who's back? [w/ a mini filler chapter]

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受理 - acceptance

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It was strange.

You found yourself tossing and turning in your bed, trying several different methods to tire yourself, even scrolling through social media on your phone to pass time and essentially wear yourself out. Things were resolved and your mind was at ease.

So why were you having trouble sleeping?

Was it the new bed? Room? Were you just thirsty or hungry? Hell, your mind throbbed even trying to think of a possibility. You sat up, turning on your phone to check the time.

3 in the fucking morning.

"Fucking hell..." you groaned then stood up, setting your mind on getting maybe a glass of water to cool your nerves and possibly sleep for at least another three hours. Walking down the halls you were still new to, you tried to lift your feet to avoid having your footsteps create any loud noise.

Finally managing to get down to the ground floor where the common room and dining area were, you scanned the area to make sure no one was there. Nodding to yourself in confirmation, you walked on ahead to the fridge and filled a glass of cold water.

The sudden rush of the frigid dampness made your throat feel numb. You swore you felt goosebumps come up on your skin without even feeling the need to touch it.

Slightly quivering, you managed to place the half-empty glass on the counter. Letting out an icy breath, you figured you should be making your way back up to your room now that your initial aim had been somewhat fulfilled. Sure, you managed to physically cool off and clear your mind but concurrently, you felt algid and that wasn't because of the water.

You clicked your tongue, mentally scolding yourself to go up and sleep though another part of you was still discontent.

Before you could have come to a decision, a sudden creak on the coated wooden plank flooring caused you to let out a shrill shriek.

"God fucking damnit!"

Your eyes widened at the recognition of the gruff voice that belonged to the one who uttered the string of curses.

"Bakugou?"

".....Shit."

Follow suiting the recognition of each other was a moment of silence. The ash-blonde was dressed in his school uniform, except that the blazer was unbuttoned along with the upper torso of his polo while the tie was lazily hanging around his neck.

"What are you doing here?" you decided to inquire, hoping he wouldn't cause enough of a ruckus to wake everyone else up.

"Getting ready to leave." Came to a bluntly curt response in which you instinctively followed with another question, "This early in the morning?"

"I'm punctual as fuck."

You couldn't help but get out a small snort followed by a hushed fit of giggles. Hearing the joyous sound caused Bakugou's face to be dusted with light pink.

Your laughter died down and you saw Bakugou's gaze begin to linger. Before a remark or inquiry could come out of your mouth, you found yourself staring back. Something about his current state, aside from the fact that it was odd due to how you'd normally see him well kept, felt odd. Feeling your cheeks beginning to heat you, you soon realized that your gaze was fixated on the area of his exposed collarbone to the upper torso. 'Shit, calm the fuck down y/n. This is probably a normal thing you'd see living in a dorm, right?'