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    You anxiously tap your fingers along the table as you review the notes you had taken earlier that week. Most of them were mere scribbles, but at least they were legible enough for you to grasp the concept taught to you. This test was going to be killer, and you wonder how you could possibly retain all this information by tomorrow. You huff, rubbing your temples and closing your eyes for a moment. All this worrying and studying is going to give you a headache. Placing your chin in your palm, you give your brain a break and survey the library.

  "Oi! Pay attention or you're going to fail tomorrow!" Bakugo, your study partner, yells. You frown at him and put a finger to your lips.

  "Well, stop yelling or you're going to get us kicked out. Again," you whisper harshly. He glares at you for a moment before going back to work, mumbling something under his breath. With a roll of your eyes, you continue to glance around the room. It was pretty empty. You and Bakugo are in the back corner, the place the librarian was least likely to hear him screaming. Not that it worked most of the time. Gradually, your gaze fell onto Bakugo. You blink once. Twice.

  Oh my God.

  Your heart skips a beat as your cheeks flush a pink hue. Your mouth falls open as you, quite openly, ogle at him. He isn't angry, or glaring, or screaming. He's calm. His cheek leans into his palm as he twirls a pencil in his other hand. His features are as relaxed as you had ever seen them. There's something stunning about this change in demeanor. Something different; something... cute.

  It isn't like your little crush on Bakugo is anything new. Pretty long-running, actually. To the point where it was kind of sad if you really thought about it. Not that you thought about it all that much, though. You never lost sleep over thoughts of him or missed important notes because you were staring at him or gotten a pretty nasty punch because you lost yourself in his eyes in the middle of a spar. Psh. You could hardly even call it a crush.

    "What are you staring at?"

  You nearly jump out of your skin at the question. How long had you been staring? You can feel your cheeks darken in color as he glares at you quizzically. Dammit, you think, you ruined it. You huff a laugh, pointedly going back to your notes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

  "Hah? Bullshit!" He rises from his seat, hands slamming on the table. "Don't lie to me!"

  You grab his arm and attempt to yank him back into his seat. "Stop yelling!" you urge as quiet as possible. You glance behind, luckily not seeing an angry librarian rushing over. He plops down into his seat, scowling at you silently over crossed arms.

  "Why were you staring at me?" he growls, quieter this time.

  "I wasn't. I was just lost in thought."

  "You're a shitty liar." You swiftly kick him under the table.

  "Will you shut up? What happened to you wanting me to study?" You pluck your notebook from the desk and swiftly bury your face in it. You really try to read the notes, but you're so flustered that it all becomes a giant mess of letters. Bakugo pulls the notebook back to the table. "Do you need anything?"

  His glare hardens, smoke beginning to pour out of his hands. "Why won't you just tell me?" he grumbles dangerously. You roll your eyes. Obviously, you weren't going to get anything done. Leaning back in your seat with crossed arms, you raise a brow at him.

    "You really wanna know? Fine. I was thinking about how pretty you looked when you aren't screaming for a change," you bite. His grip on your notebook loosens and you realize he isn't steaming anymore. You pull your notebook away and go back to studying as you try to fight the blush on your face. You couldn't believe you really just said that. After a moment, you gain the courage to glace at him. He was being uncharacteristically silent.

    He was apparently stunned. He had finally fallen back into his seat, eyes wide and filled with unfamiliar emotions. What stood out the most though, was the scarlet blossoming across his cheeks. Your eyebrows crease in concern. Did you break him? "Are you oka-"

  "Shut up."

  "Alright then." You clear your throat and go back to work. However, you kept finding yourself looking back at Bakugo. He had hardly moved an inch, staring blankly at his textbook. You look around helplessly. You did break him!

  As you try to think of a way to fix his short-circuit, all Bakugo could think of was how you called him pretty. He had never been called pretty before. Handsome, yes. Good-looking, sure. But pretty? He had always imagined that term was specifically designated for girls; girls like you. A part of him believes he should feel insulted being called such a delicate word, but for some reason, the fact it came from you left butterflies in his stomach.

  "Do you know how to-"

  "I think you're pretty too," he mumbles suddenly.

  You were left blinking once again. With how quiet he was combined with how quick he said it wasn't only surprising, but completely out of character. He refused to look at you, but you were able to see the red of his ears. You were slightly scared to ask for him to repeat himself, but you found curiosity beating your common sense. "What'd you say?"

  "I SAID YOU'RE REALLY SHITTY!" he yells, finally looking at you. It's almost comical, you think, how angry he tries to look completely overran by how flustered he is. It was a miracle that the librarian wasn't bursting in to yell at him. You have to bite back a laugh, knowing full well it wasn't what he said. Maybe you could have fun with this.

  "Oh... okay. Whatever you say, cutiepie." Bakugo nearly retches at the pet name. Who the fuck said shit like that? It was disgusting, and the worst part was that he found himself almost liking it.

    "What did you just call me?"

    You look up at him innocently, fighting away a smirk. "Cutiepie," you tease, "Sorry. Would you prefer something else? Like... sweetie? Or maybe pumpkin? Ooo! How about sweetcheeks?" As Bakguo flushes more and more through the list of nicknames, you find yourself unable to hide your grin.

  "I'm leaving." Your eyes widen at the statement as he begins to pack up his stuff.

  "Ahh! Wait, Bakugo-chan, don't leave! You still have to teach me how to do basic math!" In a flurry, you shove your supplies into your bag as well. You rush after him as he stomps away. You playfully grab his upper arm like you've seen couples do as they walk together. He grumbles but doesn't pull away. You take this as an opportunity to ramble away as many embarrassing nicknames as you possibly could. "Where are we going, babe? Are we going to go grab some dinner? I am feeling a little hungry-"

  Abruptly, Bakugo rips his arm away from you. You cringe. Maybe you had taken it a little too far. Reluctantly, you admit to yourself that you should apologize before he blows you up. "I'm s-"

  "If I kiss you, will you shut up?"

    "What?"

  Suddenly, his lips are on yours. His lips are chapped and warm from the blush on his cheeks. The kiss is a little rough, teeth clinking together for a moment, but his calloused grip on your arm is the gentlest you've ever been touched. He's closer than you'd ever thought he'd be. Your eyes are wide, and you can see how his brows furrow in concentration and embarrassment. You hardly have the chance to kiss him back before he pulls away. He doesn't let you process the kiss or relish in the moment, but rather drags you down the road. He makes sure he's a step or two ahead of you while still allowing you to keep up so you can't see his blush, but he's unaware of the deep crimson of your own.

  You clear your throat, trying to shake yourself out of the flustered haze you were in. You quicken your pace so you're at his side. He seems to have calmed down a bit because he allows this, but still refuses to look at you. He maintains a focused gaze on the road ahead, a destination seemingly in mind, the opposite direction of the dorms. "Where are we going?"

  He glances at you out of the corner of his eye before quickly looking away. Not that he'd ever tell you, but you were going to be the death of him. "I thought you said you were hungry?"

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    You anxiously tap your fingers along the table as you review the notes you had taken earlier that week. Most of them were mere scribbles, but at least they were legible enough for you to grasp the concept taught to you. This test was going to be killer, and you wonder how you could possibly retain all this information by tomorrow. You huff, rubbing your temples and closing your eyes for a moment. All this worrying and studying is going to give you a headache. Placing your chin in your palm, you give your brain a break and survey the library.

  "Oi! Pay attention or you're going to fail tomorrow!" Bakugo, your study partner, yells. You frown at him and put a finger to your lips.

  "Well, stop yelling or you're going to get us kicked out. Again," you whisper harshly. He glares at you for a moment before going back to work, mumbling something under his breath. With a roll of your eyes, you continue to glance around the room. It was pretty empty. You and Bakugo are in the back corner, the place the librarian was least likely to hear him screaming. Not that it worked most of the time. Gradually, your gaze fell onto Bakugo. You blink once. Twice.

  Oh my God.

  Your heart skips a beat as your cheeks flush a pink hue. Your mouth falls open as you, quite openly, ogle at him. He isn't angry, or glaring, or screaming. He's calm. His cheek leans into his palm as he twirls a pencil in his other hand. His features are as relaxed as you had ever seen them. There's something stunning about this change in demeanor. Something different; something... cute.

  It isn't like your little crush on Bakugo is anything new. Pretty long-running, actually. To the point where it was kind of sad if you really thought about it. Not that you thought about it all that much, though. You never lost sleep over thoughts of him or missed important notes because you were staring at him or gotten a pretty nasty punch because you lost yourself in his eyes in the middle of a spar. Psh. You could hardly even call it a crush.

    "What are you staring at?"

  You nearly jump out of your skin at the question. How long had you been staring? You can feel your cheeks darken in color as he glares at you quizzically. Dammit, you think, you ruined it. You huff a laugh, pointedly going back to your notes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

  "Hah? Bullshit!" He rises from his seat, hands slamming on the table. "Don't lie to me!"

  You grab his arm and attempt to yank him back into his seat. "Stop yelling!" you urge as quiet as possible. You glance behind, luckily not seeing an angry librarian rushing over. He plops down into his seat, scowling at you silently over crossed arms.

  "Why were you staring at me?" he growls, quieter this time.

  "I wasn't. I was just lost in thought."

  "You're a shitty liar." You swiftly kick him under the table.

  "Will you shut up? What happened to you wanting me to study?" You pluck your notebook from the desk and swiftly bury your face in it. You really try to read the notes, but you're so flustered that it all becomes a giant mess of letters. Bakugo pulls the notebook back to the table. "Do you need anything?"

  His glare hardens, smoke beginning to pour out of his hands. "Why won't you just tell me?" he grumbles dangerously. You roll your eyes. Obviously, you weren't going to get anything done. Leaning back in your seat with crossed arms, you raise a brow at him.

    "You really wanna know? Fine. I was thinking about how pretty you looked when you aren't screaming for a change," you bite. His grip on your notebook loosens and you realize he isn't steaming anymore. You pull your notebook away and go back to studying as you try to fight the blush on your face. You couldn't believe you really just said that. After a moment, you gain the courage to glace at him. He was being uncharacteristically silent.

    He was apparently stunned. He had finally fallen back into his seat, eyes wide and filled with unfamiliar emotions. What stood out the most though, was the scarlet blossoming across his cheeks. Your eyebrows crease in concern. Did you break him? "Are you oka-"

  "Shut up."

  "Alright then." You clear your throat and go back to work. However, you kept finding yourself looking back at Bakugo. He had hardly moved an inch, staring blankly at his textbook. You look around helplessly. You did break him!

  As you try to think of a way to fix his short-circuit, all Bakugo could think of was how you called him pretty. He had never been called pretty before. Handsome, yes. Good-looking, sure. But pretty? He had always imagined that term was specifically designated for girls; girls like you. A part of him believes he should feel insulted being called such a delicate word, but for some reason, the fact it came from you left butterflies in his stomach.

  "Do you know how to-"

  "I think you're pretty too," he mumbles suddenly.

  You were left blinking once again. With how quiet he was combined with how quick he said it wasn't only surprising, but completely out of character. He refused to look at you, but you were able to see the red of his ears. You were slightly scared to ask for him to repeat himself, but you found curiosity beating your common sense. "What'd you say?"

  "I SAID YOU'RE REALLY SHITTY!" he yells, finally looking at you. It's almost comical, you think, how angry he tries to look completely overran by how flustered he is. It was a miracle that the librarian wasn't bursting in to yell at him. You have to bite back a laugh, knowing full well it wasn't what he said. Maybe you could have fun with this.

  "Oh... okay. Whatever you say, cutiepie." Bakugo nearly retches at the pet name. Who the fuck said shit like that? It was disgusting, and the worst part was that he found himself almost liking it.

    "What did you just call me?"

    You look up at him innocently, fighting away a smirk. "Cutiepie," you tease, "Sorry. Would you prefer something else? Like... sweetie? Or maybe pumpkin? Ooo! How about sweetcheeks?" As Bakguo flushes more and more through the list of nicknames, you find yourself unable to hide your grin.

  "I'm leaving." Your eyes widen at the statement as he begins to pack up his stuff.

  "Ahh! Wait, Bakugo-chan, don't leave! You still have to teach me how to do basic math!" In a flurry, you shove your supplies into your bag as well. You rush after him as he stomps away. You playfully grab his upper arm like you've seen couples do as they walk together. He grumbles but doesn't pull away. You take this as an opportunity to ramble away as many embarrassing nicknames as you possibly could. "Where are we going, babe? Are we going to go grab some dinner? I am feeling a little hungry-"

  Abruptly, Bakugo rips his arm away from you. You cringe. Maybe you had taken it a little too far. Reluctantly, you admit to yourself that you should apologize before he blows you up. "I'm s-"

  "If I kiss you, will you shut up?"

    "What?"

  Suddenly, his lips are on yours. His lips are chapped and warm from the blush on his cheeks. The kiss is a little rough, teeth clinking together for a moment, but his calloused grip on your arm is the gentlest you've ever been touched. He's closer than you'd ever thought he'd be. Your eyes are wide, and you can see how his brows furrow in concentration and embarrassment. You hardly have the chance to kiss him back before he pulls away. He doesn't let you process the kiss or relish in the moment, but rather drags you down the road. He makes sure he's a step or two ahead of you while still allowing you to keep up so you can't see his blush, but he's unaware of the deep crimson of your own.

  You clear your throat, trying to shake yourself out of the flustered haze you were in. You quicken your pace so you're at his side. He seems to have calmed down a bit because he allows this, but still refuses to look at you. He maintains a focused gaze on the road ahead, a destination seemingly in mind, the opposite direction of the dorms. "Where are we going?"

  He glances at you out of the corner of his eye before quickly looking away. Not that he'd ever tell you, but you were going to be the death of him. "I thought you said you were hungry?"