burn any brighter, and you’d conquer the sun.
IT WAS STRESSFUL. having to completely move dorms — even if just for a few days. one of her classmates let his quirk get out of hand and it caused significant damage to their dorm building ; now, they were having to share a building with class 1-A. she’d got the short end of the stick and was left with a room at the end of the hall, next to probably the loudest people she’d ever heard.
bakugou was known to all. he was explosive, angry, and probably the only person kigata knew of who could never lose their voice from yelling too much. his music was always blasting, or doors slamming. it was no wonder she’d gotten so stressed and burned her textbook ; it was necessary for an assignment due the next day. having no other choice, she left her room and moved to his door, banging upon the wood.·
❛ shitty fucking extras, ❜ he mumbled under his breath, flipping through his own text book, hand clenching a stress ball, so tight it nearly ruptured, the stress lines in the rubber paling each time he squeezed it. some bozo ruined the dorms for the other hero class and then everyone had to move - into his dorms. his music shook the figurines on his shelves, but he didn't care, he was a petty guy - of course he was going to turn it up louder each time kirishima pounded on his door.
a knock at his door and he raised his eyes, narrowing them. he sighed and stood from his chair, opening the door. oh. right. she was living next to him. he'd forgotten. she was a rather plain looking girl, blending in with the crowd, if not for the sunlight that poured from her smile. he adored her smile - he didn't get to see it often. he frowned slightly, but sighed. ❛ what do you want? ❜
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