It Was Supposed To Be Them

Chapter Two

Bakugo's POV:

Where was the redhead?

I shook my head and started taking down notes. He's probably late, that dumbass. He probably just stayed up super late. I remember him telling me that he wasn't a fan of horror films. I guess he was a little freaked out to go to bed. Yeah, that's it! There's nothing to worry about.

Soon it was time for lunch. I was making my way to the cafeteria until I ran into Pinky, tape dispenser, and wannabe Pikachu. 

"Hey, Bakugo!" Pinky waved me over.

"What do you want extras?"

Pinky crossed her arm and pouted. "One: It's not nice to talk to your friends like that."

I rolled my eyes. "Tsk."

Pinky grew a smirk. "You're not denying it~"

Tape dispenser and wannabe Pikachu started giggling.

"Shut the fuck up!" I shouted. 

Pinky stopped herself from laughing and focused. "Two: Have you seen or heard from Kiri?"

"Yeah, bro." Oversized Pikachu added. "We haven't seen him all morning."

Worry started to fill me. "He probably slept in and decided not to show up, the idiot." I knew the damn redhead. He would show up late then skip.

Pinky shrugged. "Maybe. We thought about stopping by his dorm during lunch. But, phase two of my Dekuroki is in motion." She rubbed her hands together.

Not this shit again. "I'll fucking check on him."

They looked over at me shocked.

I looked at them confused. "What? It's either I go check on the idiot or you'll make me help you and your ridiculous scheme."

"It's not ridiculous," Pinky argued. Then, she crossed her arms. "And you do have a point."

I rolled my eyes and walked away. Part of me was glad that I had an excuse to get away from her and her damn plans to be a matchmaker. The other part of me was worried about shitty hair. What was with him? First I was trying to get him out of my head. Now I'm trying to learn everything about him to know what's up.

Kirishima's POV:

I felt terrible. I spent most of the night ignoring my phone and trying not to punch a hole in the wall. I spent most of the morning throwing up. I hated this. I hated the mere idea of me going back down the rabbit hole I went through in middle school.

My stomach hurt so bad from the throwing up that I couldn't hold back the tears. This is stupid! You got over this crap back then you can easily get over it now! That's why you jumped at the idea of moving into the dorms. 

I grabbed my arms and pulled them into a comforting hug. I tried to take deep breaths. It didn't work. I was crying too much. The pain wasn't just coming from my stomach. Why me? Why do I have to go through all this shit? Maybe if I was a better or manlier person this would happen.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I quickly got up and grabbed my phone. It was lunchtime. Shouldn't everyone be in school? What if it's Aizawa? I should have texted him telling him that I was sick. I wiped the tears away and walked towards the door. I didn't open it thought.

"Who's there?"

"Tsk. Damn it red, who else would it be?" 

I recognized that pissed off voice anywhere. But, what is he doing here?