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dystopiansushi  asked:

KIRIBAKU MIDNIGHT SNACK

Commotion in the kitchen during the dark hours of the morning had become more or less of a normal occurrence at the UA dorms– a malfunctioning quirk, the microwave catching on fire, dishes crashing to the floor, small explosions. The usual disturbances.

Even so, it was a relief when nobody had come downstairs to investigate the minor sonic boom that occurred at 3:42 am that Tuesday.

In battle, Bakugo’s reaction time was a force to be reckoned with. This fact, Eijirou discovered, also held true when someone spooks him in the kitchen at 4 in the morning.

Chunks of charred fruit slide down the walls as a series of angry half-whispers fill the otherwise silent room.

It was debatable if all of the insults hurled at him were worthwhile, since Eijirou was still recovering from the shock of what had just happened, while simultaneously trying to remember where he was and how he got there.

Middle of the night, hungry. Kitchen. 

Bakugo. 

Explosion. 

Now there are mango chunks on the wall and I’m sitting on the floor.

…Bakugo likes mangoes?

Bakugo is screaming at me, which is nothing new.

His hair is matted. He must sleep on his right side.

“Oi, sharkface, quit grinning at me like an idiot!”

And I’m grinning at him like an idiot.

The room is silent for a moment until Bakugo heaves a sigh and extends an arm towards the victim of his outburst, offering to help him up.

“Help me clean this up before somebody comes down here and finds us, hair-for-brains.”

Eijirou smiles again. The sleepiness is beginning to seep back into his body, clouding his brain, but he remembers the last thing the thought clearly.

How manly. 

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