in which Bakugo fails to make

a love-letter in time.

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Bakugo stared at the piles of papers strewn across his desk, looking at the crossed out words on every sheet. Every sheet had its own failure of a confession.

Every single sentence was crossed out harshly. Bakugo shook his head, sinking in his seat with an angry growl.

"Fuck!" He yelled, rubbing his eyes. They were red and puffy from the constant harsh strokes.

"Graduation is tomorrow..." He began to talk to himself, grimacing as he shuffled all the papers into a singular pile.

The two of you had been friends since first-year. It was now the third year of high-school, and you'd both matured into adults.

Bakugo had grown a lot, and learned how to control his anger just a little bit more! You were proud of him for it, and had accompanied him throughout his entire maturing of age.

He appreciated it so much more then you thought he did.

"Maybe this is for the best..."

He hated how he felt. Whenever it came to you, Bakugo had gotten all soft and vulnerable. He felt weak for that, even if he liked how it felt for some odd reason.

Bakugo ended up falling asleep with those quiet words, his chin resting on the desk. Half an hour had gone by before Kirishima knocked on the door, wanting to retrieve the jacket that he'd left at the dorm.

Eventually, when Bakugo didn't answer Kirishima just walked in, rolling his eyes before seeing Bakugo at his desk.

He tip-toed over to Katsuki, peering over his shoulder to see the letters.

Kirishima wasn't surprised.

He took the letters, shoving them into his bag with a tiny devious smile on his face as he patted Bakugo's head, and left.

Kirishima left the letters at your door, before leaving back to his bed with a tired yawn. Bakugo would probably kill him tomorrow, but Kirishima didn't mind. He was used to it, funnily enough.

You awoke with tears.

It was the last day of U.A.

The tears wouldn't stop as you dressed up in your uniform, staring at it in the mirror.

This will be the last time I'll ever wear my uniform.

You took a minute to calm down, wiping your tears away and taking deep breaths.

It's my last day, I need to enjoy it.

Eventually, you feel calm enough to leave your dorm. You pick up your bags, stepping out of the door before slipping on your ass.

You yelped loudly as you fell, your heel slipping off of the pile of papers. The impact wasn't too harsh, but you still landed harshly on your butt nonetheless.

A curse escaped your lips as you picked up the papers, shaking your head.

"What the fuck are these..." You tucked your hair behind your ear, analyzing the letters.

With each failure of a letter that was read, you felt yourself heat up more.

By the end, you were blushing crazily, sprawled out on the floor again.

"Oh my god..." You couldn't stop yourself from giggling, stuffing your bag with the letters. Your hands were slightly shaking, but you didn't mind.

"Morning!" Kirishima said, startling you.

"M-Morning, Kirishima." You waved, smiling.

As he turned the corner, you felt yourself crumble slightly. You sighed, wiping your forehead. As you began to regain your composure and started walking to the elevator, thoughts rapidly sped.

What do I do?!

The elevator door opened for you to see Bakugo on his phone, looking stressed as he texted someone.

Your eyes widened as he looked up, arching an eyebrow.

"What do you want? Move." He seemed more harsh then usual, shoving me out of the way.

You were confused by his anger...

"Morning...?" You said quietly, stepping into the elevator.

Bakugo glanced back, eyebrows furrowed lividly. He huffed, before heading into his dorm.

I need to ask Kirishima why he looks so mad...