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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: torture

lfdglgjsalfsdo I literally just stared at that gif repeating itself for like five minutes.  Anywho, would you guys be interested in a Denki x Jiro side chapter??  The plot is unfolding to a part where I have an idea to write some stuff for their ship... o . 0

Also, I didn't realize that Bakugo and Kirishima's dorms are literally right next to each other until like five seconds ago... so all that talk about Kaminari running away through the halls and Deku and Baku starting to walk to Kirishima's dorm through the 'long hallway' makes no sense now but like... oh well.

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[3rd Person POV (Recap)]

If the nerd didn't want him there, then Katsuki was most certainly going.

The green-haired boy gulped nervously as the taller male strode arrogantly to catch up to him. He squeaked slightly when they brushed shoulders and Katsuki made his way further down the long stretch of the hallway.

"Really? Are you sure you want to do this?"

A snarky chortle was earned by the hot-head who now stood several paces in front of a completely dumbfounded greenette.

"Don't make me fucking regret it, nerd."

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[Izuku POV]

My current situation was... well, anything but comfortable.  

Unless you'd enjoy being squashed between your classmate, Kaminari, and the boy who both wanted to kill you and had also just pinned you to a wall earlier.  

Maybe I shouldn't have asked Kacchan to come along today after all...

Kirishima's room had filled up rather quickly— already stuffed to the max with nine people scattered along the bed and every square inch of space surrounding it when Kacchan and I had first entered the small dorm room.

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Kacchan and I stood side by side outside the always go-lucky redhead's door.  I could already hear the muffled shouts of both Ashido and Ochako; which, wasn't at all surprising.  But in succession to each of their excited chants, a chaotic chorus of additional, distorted yells could be heard pitching in at the end.  Mix it all together and you get the muddy, disorienting pandemonium that was currently reaching out to us from within the paper-thin walls.

I sucked in a short breath before turning to cast a quick glance at the blond next to me; all while being more than well aware of the painfully swollen lump in my throat.  

'Did he really want to hang out with us?  With— me?'  Kacchan hadn't yet caught me staring, and I took the chance to study the perplexing look on his face.  It always seemed to be quirked into an unreadable scowl.