"I'm a mess with a heartbeat~♡"
This is a story about you, a sarcastic, sleep deprived yet bright girl, people tend to misunderstand your awkward demeanor. But once they get to know you, you bet God would wanna bless their soul-
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"Life isn't m...
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Christmas, a day where happiness is spread throughout the place, it's a day where everyone enjoys the snowfall that comes once a year. For Class 1A, Christmas could only mean one thing,
"SNOWBALL FIGHT!"
Kaminari and Mina swiftly scooped up the snow, shaping them skillfully and aiming at whoever was in their line of vision.
"Are you supposed to throw this?" Todoroki asked, staring blankly at the snowball that was in his palm.
Midoriya chuckled at his oblivious question, "Mhm, this is what we call a snowball fight. Try not to get hit by it." he advised, watching as Sero was basically attacked by two machine guns, or rather machine snowballs that were disputing snowballs in an abnormal speed.
"Is that so? Then I should be good at this, since I can-
Smack-
Midoriya blinked, his brain still not registering the info his eyes were receiving as he looked at Todoroki's head that got hit with a huge snowball, the remnants of the snow pilling on the top of his hair.
"T-todoroki-?! Are- are you okay?!" he asked, hands waving around, not sure whether what he should do with them.
Todoroki remained silent as a certain blond boy laughed in the distance, "Hah! Aren't you supposed to be good at this, icy-hot?" he mocked, a cocky smirk on his face.
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Bakugou at first wasn't going along with Mina and the others, he didn't give a shit about snowball fights. To him, they were just wasting his time.
"C'mon Bakubro- it'll be fun!" Kirishima tried to convince the boy for the third time to join them after his direct rejection to his suggestion.
"Fuck off, weird hair. Stop wasting my time." He retorted, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he trudged over to his room.
Before he could open the door, Kirishima forcefully pushed him out of the building. He flinched, angrily blowing explosions towards Kirishima to make him let go.
"What the fuck- LET ME GO WEIRD HAIR!" He shouted, aiming the explosion at his arms and body.
The boy ignored his taunts, blocking his explosions with his rock solid body. "Just go outside for a bit, it's better than locking yourself inside."
"I SAID LET ME GO YOU FUCKING-
"Bakugou-! No explosions inside the dorms!" Iida yelled, scolding the boy as he decorated the dorms to build up the Christmas atmosphere.
"Is Kirishima going to be okay..?"
The boy somehow miraculously managed to get Bakugou outside, "See, told you it wasn't that bad." Kirishima said, his hot breath turning into smoke in the cold winter.
