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~6~ Arcades, you either love em, or you'll die by my hands

Bakugou POV

Okay, so I don't know what I was doing when I took Shitty Hair's bandanna. I did it without thinking. However, I am glad I did it because it gave me a reason to see him again. Not that I wanted to or anything, I just kind of maybe sort of enjoy his company sometimes. That doesn't mean anything though. I'm allowed to have friends, even though I haven't had any real ones since I was in kindergarten and still hung out with Deku.

I can't believe the guy actually wants to see me again. It might just be because I may or may not have stolen something of his, but it's progress. I haven't scared him off yet, and I hope I don't end up doing it on this date.

Wait... did I just call this thing a date? Oh my god I can't do that. This is not a date. It's just two friends, hanging out. I'm not gay. At least, I'm 90 percent sure I'm not. Okay fine, maybe 80 percent. But that's still a high percentage for being sure of one's sexuality. I mean, there was that one guy in sixth grade... you know what, never mind. I'm not gay, end of story.

This is how it went down. Shitty Hair texted me at like 1 pm yesterday saying that he wanted his bandanna back. I texted him back telling him that if he wanted it back he needed to meet me in front of the arcade down the street from my house in an hour. I sent him the address of the arcade and then turned off my ringer. I didn't care what his answer was. I was going there today anyways so even if he didn't show up, I wouldn't look like a loser because I just came and then left without doing anything.

So now I'm standing in front of said arcade in a bright orange hoodie, black jeans, and converse, all while wearing Shitty Hair's red bandanna on my head. I'm kind of getting attached to the bandanna. I might just keep it. I left my hearing aids at home since they weren't working at all this morning and they would just be an extra hassle to take care of if I took them with me. Looks like I'll be signing all day. Which reminds me, that LITTLE SHIT didn't tell me he knew asl. I mean come on! I told him I'm deaf, and that my hearing aids weren't working well, and he still didn't try to tell me. I feel like he was personally trying to make my life a living hell. Then again, that guy is so unorganised and forgetful that I'm honestly not surprised. I'll let it slide this time, seeing as I was able to make him flustered the moment after I was pissed at him. I got my payback, and I'm not really one to hold a grudge.

I take my phone out to check the time. It was five minutes before the time I told him to meet me. He's not late yet. Good. I hate it when people are late. I look up to check my surroundings. Sometimes I really hate not being able to hear because someone can so easily sneak up on me.

I look up and I don't see Shitty Hair anywhere. Just as I was about to look back at my phone, I feel a sudden weight on my shoulders. I almost scream, but hpld it in and instead I let my eyes go as wide as the fucking sun. I whip my head around to see what was the cause of the weight and I see a red haired idiot standing behind me, shaking, and what I'm assuming is laughing his head off.

"STOP LAUGHING YOU IDIOT YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!"

He said something after that, but I couldn't pick up what it was since he was laughing at the same time, which pissed me off. It's so damn hard to read people's lips in general, and for me at least, it's impossible while they're mumbling or laughing. I learned to lip read about a year and a half ago, which may seem like a long time but considering I never really took lessons and just taught myself with videos, it's really not.

"EITHER STOP LAUGHING AND THEN TALK, OR SIGN YOUR DAMN WORDS!"

Shitty Hair finally stopped laughing and started to sign.

'Can I have my bandanna back please?'

'No, you can't. I'm pissed at you and you won't get it back until I think you deserve it,' I sign back while huffing and looking away. I don't care about his answer. He won't get it back until I feel like giving it back to him, which'll probably be never.