♯ 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥

𝓽.wenty

"can someone please tell me why y'all woke me up when i just got to catch my sleep?" (y/n) asks in annoyance as she scanned the faces that were currently in front of her. kirishima, kaminari, and sero were watching an anime with jirou's phone, jirou herself was trying to catch her sleep, while ashido was happily setting a board game. just the sight of her classmates in their own world caused a soft yawn escape the (h/c)nette's lips.

it has been one hell of a day for her. wanting to be reliable on hand-to-hand combat, the (h/c)nette had another spar with the hardening-quirked male, kirishima, like what they did yesterday, and of course, she was exhausted as hell. dealing with kirishima's quirk is something she loves to do, but it sure tires her violently.

she was beyond happy as soon as their training came to an end because of two reasons: one, because she was doing better on hand-to-hand combat compared to her past skills, and two, because she can finally rest easy and relax her muscles with a good old beauty sleep, however, someone just had to ruin her plans, but this time, it wasn't just bakugou, but the whole bakusquad! what could they be planning to do?

"don't ask me. i was just about to give you a call when they forcefully pulled me out of my own damn room." bakugou rolls his eyes as he rested the back of his head on the top of the sofa that was seated on the common room. since everyone other than them already took their rest for the night, they all tried to maintain their voices to a minimum, not wanting to wake their classmates up. yes, including bakugou.

"oh, come on. chin up, you two! pulling an all-nighter won't hurt! it's a sunday tomorrow, anyway, so let's make the best out of it!" ashido whisper-yells in excitement as she threw her hands to the air, but (y/n) only scowled towards her best friend as she rested her head on the ash blonde's shoulder, since they were seated together on the same couch.

"why do i have to be involved?" (y/n) yawns out as she snuggled closer towards the ash blonde's warm figure, but he didn't mind. it was getting colder everytime an hour passes, anyway. knowing the (h/c)nette, she loves sleeping while it's cold.

"we'll need someone to calm bakugou down other than kirishima, so, you get the idea." jirou explains as she twirls one of her jacks with her finger, which caused (y/n) to groan in annoyance and stand up, heading towards the pink-skinned female, pinching ashido's cheek.

"you set this up, didn't you?" the (e/c)-eyed female whispers by ashido's ear while her eyes displayed anger, but in spite of her current mood, ashido only gave her a playful smirk.

"anyway, we'll need someone to get the futons. (y/n), bakugou, please do fetch them for us! they're outside my room." ashido says with the widest smile she could've ever shown, ignoring the question she was given, but her best friend only growled in anger as she tried to convince the pink-skinned female not to do what she wants to do, but their quiet conversation finally halted as soon as the ash blonde took (y/n) by her arm, pulling her with him by his side.

"so, it's a setup, huh?" the explosion-quirked male starts off when they were already away from the rest of the group's line of vision. just by hearing his low and rough voice caused the female to calm down. it was one of the things she now longs to hear at any moment of her life. something she'd wake up to.

"maybe it's because you like me." he adds, which made (y/n) slightly jump out of his grasp and turn her eyes away from the latter.

"h-hah!? i don't like you, idiot!" she managed to say, stammering with her words here and there, but what caused her to stare right back at bakugou was his answer to her statement. "i like you, though."

her cheeks were flushed. extremely flushed. why? because the ash blonde was too nonchalant about it. his eyes flashed intense seriousness, no doubt about it. he was serious.

well, that's what we thought.

"sike. i only wanted to become close to you because you are the only person who can spend time with me at a late hour. thank you for that, but liking you is not written on my bucket list." he said cockily as he playfully ruffled her hair until it was messy, but she didn't mind. at least she knew about what he felt for her, though she did feel a great amount of pain hit her senses. who knew she would get to feel something like this?

"did you have to rub it in?"
"what was that?"
"nothing, nothing."