Bakugou has no justifiable reason for being awake this late.
Stress, maybe? he ponders, and almost laughs at himself for wondering that. Well, obviously.
Still, he doesn’t like doing nothing, staring up at the lifeless ceiling of his dorm room as he waits for sleep that won’t come. Instead he begrudgingly slides out of bed and picks up his bag from off the floor, and heads downstairs to the common area. To his relief there doesn’t seem to be anyone here.
He turns on the television for background noise and promptly begins burying himself in his textbook, studying material he already knows to heart. His pencil flickers in his hand and taps meticulously against the corner of the page, adopting a swift yet steady rhythm.
Several minutes pass when sudden noise breaks him from his thoughts, eliciting him to lift his head and gaze around alarmingly. When he sees no one, his shoulders relax. Then he shakes his head. Don’t be stupid, he thinks.
Regardless his tension is reinstated when the door creaks and begins to open and Bakugou, in a startled, instinctual manner, rises swiftly from where he’s sitting on the couch to face the obvious intruder. Abiding by the curfew, no student should be out at this hour.
“Who’s there?” he demands. He squares his shoulders and tenses, thoughts colliding and preparing for the worst.
Thank God it just opens, too, because Shirakumo would have been shit out of luck if it had required some sort of key to get inside. Feeling a few seconds of relief, he starts to step into the building, eyes widening in alarm when he’s suddenly met with an adversary-
Well, no, it’s clearly some sort of classmate of his, though he’s never... met him? Strange. He’s tempted to step right back out and check the sign on the door to make sure this is still the one dedicated to his class, but who knows? Maybe the kid is a transfer student or an assistant to the staff... or even an intern?
He’s kind of running out of guesses here. But he tries his best to muster up a bright smile, one that’s cheerful enough to hopefully ease away the weird stress and violent intent he can feel emanating from the boy in front of him.
“Haha, hey there...” He grins, jabbing a thumb at himself. “The name’s Shirakumo Oboro!! And you look very angry at me for, like, no reason--”
He chuckles to himself, brightening already. “Hey, are you new here or somethin’? I haven’t seen you around- honestly, I haven’t seen any of this around, I’m like totally lost right now if you wanna, uh-”
A beat, as he looks at Bakugou expectantly. “... show me around a little?”
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