[There's so many things can she say here--like how she isn't angry, or how she's not trying to suck up to him in the least--but what good is having a long, drawn-out discussion where they both talk in circles? And in the middle of the sidewalk, no less. It would be a disaster.
So no. The best way to deal with Bakugou, she thinks, is to just show him how she feels instead of telling him. So she'll drop the fake cheerfulness for now and be... well, regular Ochako. Still cheerful, but not as in-your-face about it. And much more likely to call him on his bullshit.]
Then you can help me with mine! I was actually going to ask Deku for help, but I wouldn't mind if you looked over it with me.
[And then she's turning to walk in the direction of the dorm, not even waiting to see if he's ready to go. They're tied together, after all; he'd better be ready to go. And she's just. Not going to think about how close their hands are as they walk down the sidewalk. Who cares if their fingers brush every now and again? It's just Bakugou. Just... grumpy, stubborn Bakugou.
Plus she has other things to think about! Like infiltration plans. Hmm. She swings her arms a bit, thinking.]
You know, when we get there... what if I just used my quirk to float us up to my balcony? I'm pretty sure I left the window unlocked...
[ the thought of deku puts him in a slightly worse mood... he's trying to get along with him but. yeah, he would rather not see deku while he's in an awkward situation like this. ] Deku? I can outdo him in any subject fucking anyday. [ ... most subjects. most days. well, he studies his ass off to make as sure as possible he can beat deku.
he bites down on a curse when she gets going and the ribbon cuts into his finger when he doesn't immediately follow. and then he follows, making sure to keep slightly in front of her because he hates being behind people, for totally not-immature reasons at all. he doesn't even offer to help with her bags.
he glances up at the building, scowling. ] For fuck's sake... [ but she has a point, he'd rather not come through the main entrance and he could blast himself up but maybe not her. unless he carries her or... anyway, that's not happening. ]
Can you float up that much or are you gonna hurl. [ it's a good few stories. he does actually have faith she can do it, he supposes he might as well ask though. ]
[She looks up at her balcony--fourth floor, just like his--and frowns as she thinks it through. Getting him up there will be easy, but her... oh, there's going to be some nausea. There's no way around it.
But all she has to do is think about walking in the front door and her motivation is solid.]
I can do it!
[She tucks her bag under one arm as securely as she can, makes sure her pockets are good to go, and then looks back over at him.]
[ he doesn't really like this... he grabs at her bag, finally, after all this time. ] Hell, give me that. If you get nauseous and drop it it'll be a fucking pain. [ there. his one remotely nice deed for the day. he can probably actually try to toss it onto her balcony... things might drop out though. ]
You know what, just do it before someone walks out and sees us or something. [ and defeats the purpose of trying to sneak up in the first place. ]
[Well, that was surprisingly nice of him! ...And then he ruins it by opening his fat mouth. Typical! Ochako can't help but to huff in slight annoyance.]
Fine! [Rush, rush, rush. She reaches out and grabs his hand before he can say anything else, making sure that the tips of all five of her fingers are touching his skin, and soon his feet are leaving the ground.
She's right there with him, of course, still holding onto his hand as they both float upward. Aside from the nausea, she actually enjoys floating about; it's nice to see everything from a different perspective. But here, with Bakugou right beside her, she's too busy trying to move upward as fast as possible to admire the view. It looks a little like she's trying to swim in midair, actually. Strange stuff. But she's just very, very glad she wore tights under her skirt today.
Her balcony becomes eye-level blessedly soon, and she's grabbing the railing, pulling them over it, and releasing her quirk as quickly as she can. This isn't the sickest she's been--not by a long shot--but she can definitely tell the difference between floating with all of her specialized gear and floating in her school uniform. She's just going to sit here for a minute, eyes closed, and let things stop... spinning...]
Shit-- [ he actually grabs her hand--their hands are so close already, this is some reflex because even if he tries to prepare for this it still catches him slightly off-guard. he doesn't mind being airborne, he can use his power to move in mid-air, but it's different when it's her power. his power propels him with force, hers levitates less abruptly... also he just hates being under someone else's control or power.
he considers trying to blast them forward to try to get there asap but resists just in case it might startle her. resists up until the end when they reach the balcony, he blasts them the last extra distance just in case she might falter because he can tell she's looking a little nauseous.
she still looks nauseous as she leans over the balcony. he drops her bag and... upends the snacks onto the ground. ]
Don't hurl.
... And if you have to, use the bag. [ he's... being helpful or trying, just pushes the bag under her face. well, it'd be gross but hell. he's not easily grossed out.
[It's not like the nauseating effect of her quirk is a secret, but she feels absurdly embarrassed for him to have to see her like this. Her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit as he shoves the bag her way, but she makes sure to grab it and turn away from his as quickly as she can.]
I'm not going to-- [Ugh, but she can't even say vomit. She just takes another deep breath and pushes herself away from the balcony.] I'll be fine!
[She steps carefully over the snacks--seriously, she's just grateful they're still in their packages at point--and slides the glass door to her room right open. Thank goodness she likes to keep everything neat and tidy! ...Well, almost everything. As they step inside, she kicks a small pile of books back underneath her desk.]
Here we are! Welcome to my room. [She feels the heat rise in her cheeks again, because she's not sure what he's going to think of it. It's fairly boring, as far as rooms go. She knows almost everyone else has more interesting ones.] You didn't play along with us when we first moved in, so this is your first time seeing it, huh? It's a little... plain, I guess.
[ the room is... fine. it's just a girl's room. has he ever been in a girl's room in his life?? well he has now. it's just a room belonging to a girl, big deal, it's uraraka's room... not that he's trying to convince himself of anything or whatever.
he helps himself inside, not even bothering to mutter sorry for the intrusion or anything. not looking impressed or disappointed or any change of expression from his pissed-off look at all. ]
Yeah, I didn't care about seeing all your shitty rooms. [ ... how nice. also, he'd just come back from that kidnapping thing so he was just in a piss poor mood like he always is, only probably kind of worse. also he doesn't need an excuse to blow people off, he'd just do it. ] Great... [ not annoyed at her, at her room, just at the whole situation in general. he quickly lets go of her hand and jerks at the ribbon again, as if hoping in vain that it might have loosened or something during the walk back, then stiffens because the distance might have... tightened a little.
that's not alarming at all. ] Oh, fuck this. [ he fishes his cell out his pocket to look up any development on this quirk.
... on a quick search it seems like a lot of girls are disappointed their ribbon didn't lead to their favorite idol or anything. he frantically scrolls for more news. ]
[He's just so... quiet. Only because he's acting all pissy, as usual, but there's just something disconcerting about standing in her room with a boy she's tied to who refuses to say anything at all. Should she be a good host and suggest that they sit? Ask if he wants anything to drink?
...Nah. He'd probably just turn everything down, anyway. Just to be a jerk.
But just standing there in silence is awfully boring, so she raises up on her toes to try and catch a glimpse of his phone screen. Ah... the news. Well, judging by the annoyed sounds he's making, she's going to guess that there aren't any good updates to be shared. Wonderful. Settling back down on her heels, she looks back down at the string connecting them. She's been trying... not to think about what it's supposed to represent, but the oppressive silence is making it impossible for her to keep ignoring it. Soulmates, huh? And hers is supposed to be... Bakugou.
...Ha.
She frowns down at the stupid red string, eyebrows knitting together as she ponders it all.]
So why do you think--
[Oh shit, but she's thinking aloud before she realizes what she's doing. She's just so used to talking things out with her her friends! Still, it's something to fill the silence, so she chucks caution to the wind and continues on.]
I mean, it's a weird quirk, isn't it? I was around so many different people when this first showed up, but it ended up tying me to you. And you were so far away! [She's not even going to mention the whole "destined to be together" thing, because they both know that has to be a lie. Seriously.] It just doesn't seem like it's some kind of coincidence. There has to be some reason we're stuck like this, other than...
[She doesn't feel like saying it--and she definitely doesn't need to--so she just makes an awkward little shrugging gesture instead.]
[ he's not introverted, just an asshole. he doesn't hate her even if he basically hates 90% of people and she's friends with deku which is kind of a mark against her, but...
he's just. in an terrible ass mood, not that that's too terribly surprising or even different from his usual. he gives her a baleful look--yes, he barely has the self-awareness to know he's being difficult and a pain in the ass but if she has any expectation that he's going to be otherwise she would be horribly mistaken. ]
It's some fucking asshole quirk for some fucking asshole criminal. [ flicks through news sites... no, the villain still hasn't been caught yet. yes, quite a lot of pro heroes are also being tied together which is holding them up. kirishima texted him and being stuck to ashido, which is hilarious and he'd laugh assholishly at him if only he weren't in the same situation... ] Fuck, there's no update on catching him. What kind of ridiculous shitty power is this.
[ ... but yes, the whole symbolism shit of the red string is just too much to ignore. his grin stiffens, he just stalks over and moves to help himself to sit on her bed or something and... probably ends up dragging her over. ]
Look, do you think it means something or do you think some dipshit out there is just fucking with us. Kirishima says he got stuck to Pinkie, you think that means something? [ he doesn't... even know what the hell he thinks, the idea it could mean anything. reflex says it's bullshit. some voice in the back of his head says--no, he doesn't want to think of it. ]
[Ochako is still trying her best to think through all of this when he starts to move, and she does, in fact, get dragged right over to the bed with him. Which is. ...Hmm. She's had Deku and Iida in here for short periods before, but they always sat on the floor. Not because she'd told them they had to or anything; it was just like there was some kind of... unspoken rule that the bed--her bed--was off-limits. But this rule doesn't apply to Bakugou, apparently. He's just sitting right beside her like he owns the thing.
WELL. She's not going to make a big deal about it if he isn't, even though it does feel slightly odd to be sitting on her bed with a boy by her side. But it's just Bakugou! Just... Bakugou. Who thankfully provides her with a wonderful distraction by bringing up the fact that their mutual friends are also tied together.]
What? [She whips her head around to look at him, eyes widening in surprise. Did she really hear him correctly?] Kirishima and Mina?
[She wouldn't wish this stupid tied-together thing on her worst enemy, but if anyone--anyone--can use this situation to their advantage, it's definitely Mina. And to think that she actually had the luck to be tied to the person she actually likes! It doesn't mean they're soulmates, of course, because that's just silly. She's still tied to Bakugou. But... ah, she can't help but to smile a bit in excitement for her friend. What luck!
...Actually, why is Bakugou even asking her if them being tied together means anything? Surely he knows they're... oh wait, he probably doesn't. Why would he ever care about who likes who? Her smiles fades a little as she tries to think of how to properly say it.]
They get along really well, don't you think? And they've known each other for so long. [Oooh, and this is totally the perfect opportunity to try and help her friend out!] ...Did Kirishima say if they're having a good time?
[ yes, he has no respect for personal whatever, he is not sitting on the floor like some dog... he helps himself to the bed with flagrant disregard while typing some reply one-handedly to kirishima, frowning. didn't kirishima say something about how they were old schoolmates together or what. he barely pays attention to people, let alone random-ass stray facts like that, but--it's kirishima, so he pays a fraction more attention than normal. ]
Yeah, he says they're fine. He says... [ he squints at the phone, as if not even believing what it's reading. ] She's... fucking doing his hair. The hell. [ now that he thinks of it, they have the horn-thing in common, even if kirishima gels it. what the hell kind of hair thing are they even doing.
two seconds later he gets a reply and stares at it in disbelief.
and then turns the screen towards her to take a look.
it's kirishima and ashido, in her room, she appears to be giving him some makeover and crimping his hair while her own hair appears to be gelled in spikes. kirishima is winking and shooting a peace sign with his ribboned hand while ashido sticks out her tongue.
they're... having fun. but he supposes they're both happy idiots like that. he'd be exactly the kind of clueless bastard who wouldn't even know if his best friend has a crush on anyone, because he sucks. ]
[As he turns the phone toward her, she just can't help herself: she reaches right out and grabs his hand, pulling the phone closer to get a better look. It's a delightful picture, really, and she studies it carefully, soaking in every last detail.]
They look so happy! [She smiles down at it for another few seconds before releasing his hand, still not realizing--or caring--that she'd reached out and grabbed it in the first place.] Wow... I can't believe they ended up tied together. That's amazing luck!
[Which probably sounds a little mean, but she's too busy being thrilled for her friend to even notice. Being tied to Bakugou could... be better, yes, but at least he hasn't blown up her room or anything. She sighs happily, temporarily forgetting who, exactly, she's tied to.]
They make such a good couple, don't you think?
[It's something she would say offhandedly to Tsuyu, or to Deku, but to Bakugou? Goodness.]
[ the first time he'd grabbed her hand was out of reflex from floating up in the air, he'd wanted something to try to hold onto, he didn't think much about it and then had just let go quickly afterwards once he'd realized he'd done it.
this time she takes his hand--for the cell phone--and he almost flinches, just barely doesn't... she is really close. for obvious reasons, they are tied together, but... he likes his personal space, would growl and maybe threaten explosions at anyone invading it. he doesn't do so now, he just finds himself practically heating up... he's pretty sure his hand is sweating. oh god damn it. what is she even talking about, kirishima and ashido what?? that contact had lasted just a few seconds but he finds himself slightly stunned by it. ]
They what. [ replays her words in his head... ] Yeah, sure, lucky. Right. Wait--they're a what? [ he is so unobservant, especially when it comes to something as subtle as a crush. he stares at kirishima, who... does maybe look a little redder than normal, but he's pretty red in general. and ashido is always pink. ]
They're going out ? [ now that he thinks of it kirishima does hang out with ashido more and more often but... how is he supposed to know these things. ]
[Luckily for him, she's far too caught up in all of the excitement to notice his slight discomfort. There is an... odd sort of expression on his face, but it's only there for a moment before it's replaced by a look complete confusion. Ah, well. She's going to assume it was because of some weird reaction he had to thinking about his friend actually having a life, because he is obviously quite shocked by the whole development. It's actually... pretty hilarious. How can someone be so clueless?
BUT she knows better than to laugh at him, especially when they're having a semi-normal conversation for once. It's like his surprised reaction has humanized him a bit; aside from making sure she doesn't let out a giggle, she really doesn't feel like she needs to walk on eggshells at the moment. She can just smile and talk normally, like she would with any other friend of hers.]
Not yet, but it's really obvious that they like each other. They just get along so well! And they're always spending time together, and they're so similar... [Which is why it's clear to her and the rest of the world, but... still, even if Bakugou is extra dense about such things, even this had to have been too obvious to ignore. She gives him a slightly puzzled look.] You really haven't noticed?
[And there's a brief moment where she wonders if maybe Bakugou can't wrap his mind around all of this because he doesn't even know what it's like to like someone. But that's silly, right? He has to like someone. ...Maybe. But who would that even be?]
[ him? like anyone?? no... of course not... nope... no.
the fact that this kirimina development is so obvious to her and so apparently inconceivable to him is also... annoying. he doesn't like to seem uninformed about anything, thanks.
still. ] No, I didn't notice. He could say something to me... [ he says this but he also has the feeling that... either kirishima totally has told him before and it slips his mind because he doesn't really care, or kirishima wouldn't actually tell him because kirishima already knows he doesn't really care. this is what happens when he's kind of a shitty friend... ] Fuck, well. Good for them they got tied together, I guess.
[ wait, what was the point of this.
...... ] It still doesn't mean anything. [ he gives their own ribboned hands a jerk. and he says this but he can still feel his face heating up, betraying him. damn it. ]
[It's a little surprising to hear that Kirishima hasn't said a word about Mina to Bakugou, because no matter how dense he actually is... he's still Kirishima's good friend, right? And friends tell each other these things. Or do boys just... not? She's actually about to let curiosity get the best of her and just ask him if Kirishima has really never mentioned that he might have feelings for someone, but then he's drawing her attention back to the string tying them together and she's suddenly realizing that oh, right. Maybe talking about how well this is working out for other people isn't a really good idea.]
I didn't-- [And now she's blushing, too. And trying to look anywhere but at Bakugou's face.] I-I mean, it's different for them! It's really different for them! You and I aren't... and anyway, it's not like you would...
[...Like her? Or like she would ever want him to like her? Right? This is correct??? She's just blushing because this is awkward? And the butterflies in her stomach are because she's never, ever thought about Bakugou like that and now it's just so weird?]
[ yeah... yeah this is the last thing he wants to think about. ]
... Did you want shitty help with your shitty homework or what. [ there. amazing flawless change of subject. because like hell would he go into this theory, he is great at facing awkward situations head-on sometimes. even homework is better than that. ]
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So no. The best way to deal with Bakugou, she thinks, is to just show him how she feels instead of telling him. So she'll drop the fake cheerfulness for now and be... well, regular Ochako. Still cheerful, but not as in-your-face about it. And much more likely to call him on his bullshit.]
Then you can help me with mine! I was actually going to ask Deku for help, but I wouldn't mind if you looked over it with me.
[And then she's turning to walk in the direction of the dorm, not even waiting to see if he's ready to go. They're tied together, after all; he'd better be ready to go. And she's just. Not going to think about how close their hands are as they walk down the sidewalk. Who cares if their fingers brush every now and again? It's just Bakugou. Just... grumpy, stubborn Bakugou.
Plus she has other things to think about! Like infiltration plans. Hmm. She swings her arms a bit, thinking.]
You know, when we get there... what if I just used my quirk to float us up to my balcony? I'm pretty sure I left the window unlocked...
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he bites down on a curse when she gets going and the ribbon cuts into his finger when he doesn't immediately follow. and then he follows, making sure to keep slightly in front of her because he hates being behind people, for totally not-immature reasons at all. he doesn't even offer to help with her bags.
he glances up at the building, scowling. ] For fuck's sake... [ but she has a point, he'd rather not come through the main entrance and he could blast himself up but maybe not her. unless he carries her or... anyway, that's not happening. ]
Can you float up that much or are you gonna hurl. [ it's a good few stories. he does actually have faith she can do it, he supposes he might as well ask though. ]
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But all she has to do is think about walking in the front door and her motivation is solid.]
I can do it!
[She tucks her bag under one arm as securely as she can, makes sure her pockets are good to go, and then looks back over at him.]
You're ready, right?
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You know what, just do it before someone walks out and sees us or something. [ and defeats the purpose of trying to sneak up in the first place. ]
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Fine! [Rush, rush, rush. She reaches out and grabs his hand before he can say anything else, making sure that the tips of all five of her fingers are touching his skin, and soon his feet are leaving the ground.
She's right there with him, of course, still holding onto his hand as they both float upward. Aside from the nausea, she actually enjoys floating about; it's nice to see everything from a different perspective. But here, with Bakugou right beside her, she's too busy trying to move upward as fast as possible to admire the view. It looks a little like she's trying to swim in midair, actually. Strange stuff. But she's just very, very glad she wore tights under her skirt today.
Her balcony becomes eye-level blessedly soon, and she's grabbing the railing, pulling them over it, and releasing her quirk as quickly as she can. This isn't the sickest she's been--not by a long shot--but she can definitely tell the difference between floating with all of her specialized gear and floating in her school uniform. She's just going to sit here for a minute, eyes closed, and let things stop... spinning...]
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he considers trying to blast them forward to try to get there asap but resists just in case it might startle her. resists up until the end when they reach the balcony, he blasts them the last extra distance just in case she might falter because he can tell she's looking a little nauseous.
she still looks nauseous as she leans over the balcony. he drops her bag and... upends the snacks onto the ground. ]
Don't hurl.
... And if you have to, use the bag. [ he's... being helpful or trying, just pushes the bag under her face. well, it'd be gross but hell. he's not easily grossed out.
and at least they made it. ]
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I'm not going to-- [Ugh, but she can't even say vomit. She just takes another deep breath and pushes herself away from the balcony.] I'll be fine!
[She steps carefully over the snacks--seriously, she's just grateful they're still in their packages at point--and slides the glass door to her room right open. Thank goodness she likes to keep everything neat and tidy! ...Well, almost everything. As they step inside, she kicks a small pile of books back underneath her desk.]
Here we are! Welcome to my room. [She feels the heat rise in her cheeks again, because she's not sure what he's going to think of it. It's fairly boring, as far as rooms go. She knows almost everyone else has more interesting ones.] You didn't play along with us when we first moved in, so this is your first time seeing it, huh? It's a little... plain, I guess.
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he helps himself inside, not even bothering to mutter sorry for the intrusion or anything. not looking impressed or disappointed or any change of expression from his pissed-off look at all. ]
Yeah, I didn't care about seeing all your shitty rooms. [ ... how nice. also, he'd just come back from that kidnapping thing so he was just in a piss poor mood like he always is, only probably kind of worse. also he doesn't need an excuse to blow people off, he'd just do it. ] Great... [ not annoyed at her, at her room, just at the whole situation in general. he quickly lets go of her hand and jerks at the ribbon again, as if hoping in vain that it might have loosened or something during the walk back, then stiffens because the distance might have... tightened a little.
that's not alarming at all. ] Oh, fuck this. [ he fishes his cell out his pocket to look up any development on this quirk.
... on a quick search it seems like a lot of girls are disappointed their ribbon didn't lead to their favorite idol or anything. he frantically scrolls for more news. ]
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...Nah. He'd probably just turn everything down, anyway. Just to be a jerk.
But just standing there in silence is awfully boring, so she raises up on her toes to try and catch a glimpse of his phone screen. Ah... the news. Well, judging by the annoyed sounds he's making, she's going to guess that there aren't any good updates to be shared. Wonderful. Settling back down on her heels, she looks back down at the string connecting them. She's been trying... not to think about what it's supposed to represent, but the oppressive silence is making it impossible for her to keep ignoring it. Soulmates, huh? And hers is supposed to be... Bakugou.
...Ha.
She frowns down at the stupid red string, eyebrows knitting together as she ponders it all.]
So why do you think--
[Oh shit, but she's thinking aloud before she realizes what she's doing. She's just so used to talking things out with her her friends! Still, it's something to fill the silence, so she chucks caution to the wind and continues on.]
I mean, it's a weird quirk, isn't it? I was around so many different people when this first showed up, but it ended up tying me to you. And you were so far away! [She's not even going to mention the whole "destined to be together" thing, because they both know that has to be a lie. Seriously.] It just doesn't seem like it's some kind of coincidence. There has to be some reason we're stuck like this, other than...
[She doesn't feel like saying it--and she definitely doesn't need to--so she just makes an awkward little shrugging gesture instead.]
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he's just. in an terrible ass mood, not that that's too terribly surprising or even different from his usual. he gives her a baleful look--yes, he barely has the self-awareness to know he's being difficult and a pain in the ass but if she has any expectation that he's going to be otherwise she would be horribly mistaken. ]
It's some fucking asshole quirk for some fucking asshole criminal. [ flicks through news sites... no, the villain still hasn't been caught yet. yes, quite a lot of pro heroes are also being tied together which is holding them up. kirishima texted him and being stuck to ashido, which is hilarious and he'd laugh assholishly at him if only he weren't in the same situation... ] Fuck, there's no update on catching him. What kind of ridiculous shitty power is this.
[ ... but yes, the whole symbolism shit of the red string is just too much to ignore. his grin stiffens, he just stalks over and moves to help himself to sit on her bed or something and... probably ends up dragging her over. ]
Look, do you think it means something or do you think some dipshit out there is just fucking with us. Kirishima says he got stuck to Pinkie, you think that means something? [ he doesn't... even know what the hell he thinks, the idea it could mean anything. reflex says it's bullshit. some voice in the back of his head says--no, he doesn't want to think of it. ]
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WELL. She's not going to make a big deal about it if he isn't, even though it does feel slightly odd to be sitting on her bed with a boy by her side. But it's just Bakugou! Just... Bakugou. Who thankfully provides her with a wonderful distraction by bringing up the fact that their mutual friends are also tied together.]
What? [She whips her head around to look at him, eyes widening in surprise. Did she really hear him correctly?] Kirishima and Mina?
[She wouldn't wish this stupid tied-together thing on her worst enemy, but if anyone--anyone--can use this situation to their advantage, it's definitely Mina. And to think that she actually had the luck to be tied to the person she actually likes! It doesn't mean they're soulmates, of course, because that's just silly. She's still tied to Bakugou. But... ah, she can't help but to smile a bit in excitement for her friend. What luck!
...Actually, why is Bakugou even asking her if them being tied together means anything? Surely he knows they're... oh wait, he probably doesn't. Why would he ever care about who likes who? Her smiles fades a little as she tries to think of how to properly say it.]
They get along really well, don't you think? And they've known each other for so long. [Oooh, and this is totally the perfect opportunity to try and help her friend out!] ...Did Kirishima say if they're having a good time?
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Yeah, he says they're fine. He says... [ he squints at the phone, as if not even believing what it's reading. ] She's... fucking doing his hair. The hell. [ now that he thinks of it, they have the horn-thing in common, even if kirishima gels it. what the hell kind of hair thing are they even doing.
two seconds later he gets a reply and stares at it in disbelief.
and then turns the screen towards her to take a look.
it's kirishima and ashido, in her room, she appears to be giving him some makeover and crimping his hair while her own hair appears to be gelled in spikes. kirishima is winking and shooting a peace sign with his ribboned hand while ashido sticks out her tongue.
they're... having fun. but he supposes they're both happy idiots like that. he'd be exactly the kind of clueless bastard who wouldn't even know if his best friend has a crush on anyone, because he sucks. ]
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They look so happy! [She smiles down at it for another few seconds before releasing his hand, still not realizing--or caring--that she'd reached out and grabbed it in the first place.] Wow... I can't believe they ended up tied together. That's amazing luck!
[Which probably sounds a little mean, but she's too busy being thrilled for her friend to even notice. Being tied to Bakugou could... be better, yes, but at least he hasn't blown up her room or anything. She sighs happily, temporarily forgetting who, exactly, she's tied to.]
They make such a good couple, don't you think?
[It's something she would say offhandedly to Tsuyu, or to Deku, but to Bakugou? Goodness.]
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this time she takes his hand--for the cell phone--and he almost flinches, just barely doesn't... she is really close. for obvious reasons, they are tied together, but... he likes his personal space, would growl and maybe threaten explosions at anyone invading it. he doesn't do so now, he just finds himself practically heating up... he's pretty sure his hand is sweating. oh god damn it. what is she even talking about, kirishima and ashido what?? that contact had lasted just a few seconds but he finds himself slightly stunned by it. ]
They what. [ replays her words in his head... ] Yeah, sure, lucky. Right. Wait--they're a what? [ he is so unobservant, especially when it comes to something as subtle as a crush. he stares at kirishima, who... does maybe look a little redder than normal, but he's pretty red in general. and ashido is always pink. ]
They're going out ? [ now that he thinks of it kirishima does hang out with ashido more and more often but... how is he supposed to know these things. ]
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BUT she knows better than to laugh at him, especially when they're having a semi-normal conversation for once. It's like his surprised reaction has humanized him a bit; aside from making sure she doesn't let out a giggle, she really doesn't feel like she needs to walk on eggshells at the moment. She can just smile and talk normally, like she would with any other friend of hers.]
Not yet, but it's really obvious that they like each other. They just get along so well! And they're always spending time together, and they're so similar... [Which is why it's clear to her and the rest of the world, but... still, even if Bakugou is extra dense about such things, even this had to have been too obvious to ignore. She gives him a slightly puzzled look.] You really haven't noticed?
[And there's a brief moment where she wonders if maybe Bakugou can't wrap his mind around all of this because he doesn't even know what it's like to like someone. But that's silly, right? He has to like someone. ...Maybe. But who would that even be?]
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the fact that this kirimina development is so obvious to her and so apparently inconceivable to him is also... annoying. he doesn't like to seem uninformed about anything, thanks.
still. ] No, I didn't notice. He could say something to me... [ he says this but he also has the feeling that... either kirishima totally has told him before and it slips his mind because he doesn't really care, or kirishima wouldn't actually tell him because kirishima already knows he doesn't really care. this is what happens when he's kind of a shitty friend... ] Fuck, well. Good for them they got tied together, I guess.
[ wait, what was the point of this.
...... ] It still doesn't mean anything. [ he gives their own ribboned hands a jerk. and he says this but he can still feel his face heating up, betraying him. damn it. ]
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I didn't-- [And now she's blushing, too. And trying to look anywhere but at Bakugou's face.] I-I mean, it's different for them! It's really different for them! You and I aren't... and anyway, it's not like you would...
[...Like her? Or like she would ever want him to like her? Right? This is correct??? She's just blushing because this is awkward? And the butterflies in her stomach are because she's never, ever thought about Bakugou like that and now it's just so weird?]
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... Did you want shitty help with your shitty homework or what. [ there. amazing flawless change of subject. because like hell would he go into this theory, he is great at facing awkward situations head-on sometimes. even homework is better than that. ]