His Own Lullaby

Sure, but I'll listen from here.

After watching the video a few more times, they all decided to call it a day. Little did they know someone was watching them, and she didn't look happy at all.

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The sun soon came, spreading a gentle warmth unto Kyoka's room. She effortlessly woke up, there was still three hours before the others wake up. Seeing that, she decided to make breakfast for them all, as an apology of some sort that she came up with. For how she acted yesterday.

Kyoka took her sleeping attire off, showered for a few minutes. And exchanged it for a pair of basketball shorts and a striped shirt. After brushing her teeth and hair, she headed towards the kitchen to get started.

It was no surprise to her, when she saw that Bakugou was sitting in one of the tables biting on a ripe bell pepper. She was the closest to the boys dorm room, and coincidentally Bakugou's room was right next to hers. Because the school didn't really give a damn about gender labels and the such, and that they have faith that their students won't do anything too irrational. His alarm clock would blare an extremely heavy metal rock music, at exactly 2:30 in the morning.

Which successfully scared Jiro during the first few days in the dorm room, but she got used to it. When Katsuki wakes up, he usually goes jogging for fifteen minutes, then comes back to eat his bell peppers.

They always see each other in the morning because of that, but they didn't interact with each other at all.

In rare occasions Bakugou would engage a short greeting, that Kyoka would reluctantly return. And today was one of them, "Oi Ears, you got a minute." He called her once they briefly lock eyes, the demanding tone that most were used to find in the boy was missing.

Jiro walked to the open kitchen, she tied on an apron and started taking out ingredients she'll be needing from the fridge and cabinets.

"Sure, but I'll listen from here." She answered him, while washing her greens. With her keen ears, Kyoka heard the blonde scoff a bit to her utter amusement.

"Well whatever, all I wanted to say was I'm sorry, we're sorry. For forcing Togata senpai to walk through your walls." He declared, to Kyoka's astonishment without saying a single cursed word.

Jiro stopped chopping her greens and walked towards Bakugou, who had his head down. Eyes were fixated on his half eaten bell pepper. The blonde visibly flinched, when he felt a hand on his now bare forehead.

His purple haired classmate had pushed his hair back, resting her palm on his now bare forehead.

"You don't feel hot, is it your stomach feeling sick or somewhere else?" She asked, taking her hand back and placing her index finger on her chin. Her eyes were full of concern as she stares at the boy.

The blonde was silent for a while, brain trying to function the sudden skin-to-skin interaction with Kyoka, then he bursts out in rage. Bakugou's cheeks were red, but Jiro thought it was due to his rage, when it was something else that made it look like that.

"The hell are you talking about Long Ears? I'm trying to be nice and fucking apologize to you, and that's what I get?" Katsuki yelled, his cheeks getting the slightest bit more redder. Kyoka backed away, scared of what the blonde would do to her.

She held both of her hands in a surrendering manner, "Whoa, don't get mad alright, jeez and to think that I actually tried to worry about you." The purple haired girl mumbled the last bit to herself.

Unbeknownst to her, Katsuki heard it, due to the fact that they were standing only a step or two away from each other.

The two of them were silent, and the atmosphere was an awkward one to be specific. "Well, whatever was that all you wanted to say?" The girl questioned, eyes locked on the boy who returned back to eating his substitute for an apple. Seriously, Jiro will never know how the boy handles the hot stuff he eats. Well it's not like she can judge, for she herself is quite engrained to liking spicy dishes from time to time.