❝Shut up and listen dammit!❞
Lonely Katsuki and ecstatic Y/N sneak out of the common area of their dorms to talk about.. Well, whatever comes up.
These nights are normally filled with Y/N blurting out whatever comes to mind, her thoughts normally co...
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-ˋˏNight Threeˊˎ-
꒰ˋStupidity,,, :,)ˊ꒱
Bakugou stared at the girl in front of him, both confused, slightly amused. Maybe even terrified. Y/N decided it was a good idea to try to communicate with possums. And he couldn't tell whether or not she was just stupid, or extremely sleep deprived. Or maybe both.
"You see, the Earth is covered in corpses. We breathe the air the dead exude, eat the food they nourished with their decay, pour their remains into our cars, wear them and sleep with them. And then we call them scary without even noticing they are present in every single thing of our lives. We live because of the dead..." Y/N whispered, hands on her knees.
The three possums looked at her almost as if she was insane, like they could understand every word she had just said. Both Bakugou and Y/N found it weird she was able to be so close to the animals without them flipping out, but decided to just let it be.
The ash blonde stared at his friend, both confused and horrified at what she just said. It's not that she was wrong, it's how she said it. So casually, like she didn't mind being one with the dead.
"Oi, ashtray, if you get too close they'll attack you." The boy said nonchalantly, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "Ashtray?--- You know what, never mind." She paused.
"I don't mind. Maybe I'll be one with the raccoon... Be a really weird... Garbage eating cat panda. You can put me in a sweater with no arm holes and I could spend hours upon hours trying to escape." She whispered, reaching a hand to the closest one.
"Those are possums--"
And as if Bakubitch read their minds, the middle possum started scratching her hand in some type of panic. Y/N shrieked, throwing herself back away from the fErAL animals. She was in pain, sure, but she didn't wanna seem.. 'Weak', not in front of Bakugou.
"AhH! Lord Jesus have mercy on my phalanges!!.. Stupid wannabe trash pandas..." She muttered, holding her wounded hand close to her chest, some form of blood staining her lavander coloured shirt. "Ah fiddlesticks, this really ruffles my feathers..."
"Please- will you just say fuck!?" Katsuki snapped, getting up from his sitting position and walking over to the idiot on the grass. He bent down, ripping her hand away from her chest and up into the air, inspecting the wound carefully.
"You dumbass, I warned you!! How stupid are you... Jesus fuck, Y/N." He cursed, sitting down next to her and setting her arm down on her thigh, ripping a part of his own shirt to wrap around her hand. "I hope you know that if we get caught, it's your fault."
"What?- how?" Y/N asked, slightly confused. "You're gonna whine about how much it hurts and wake up Aizawa. Then you'll get us suspended... Now hold still before you make it worse." He demanded, taking her hand in his grasp once more, tightly wrapping the ripped fabric around her wrist and hand.
"Awhh~ Katsuki, you're so much nicer after hours! It's kind of scary." She commented, looking at the boy beside her. "...Shut up, you're just annoying! And oh so beyond stupid." He muttered angrily. "Ow!- Sheesh, Katsucci, not so rough~" She whined.
A long, quiet pause replayed until Y/N let out a snort, then some type of wacky laugh. "Not so rOuGH" She repeated, slapping her knee with her free hand. Bakugou stopped, looking at her for a minute before shaking his head. "You are so stupid."
