The door to the empty girl's bathroom was swung open, and in came (Y/n) stumbling. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned her back against it and tightly screwed her eyes shut.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to hold it in. The pain, the tears, the words. The tightening of her throat and the short intakes of labored breath proved it difficult for her to continue clutching at the last bit of composure she had left. Her chest heaved with a quiet sob praying to get out.

Then, brick by brick, her last remaining wall of composure broke.

The sobs were stifled at first, before she completely broke down into a mess of tears, hiccupping and sniffling. She didn't bother wiping the tears away, she let them fall, onto her jacket, onto the floor.

Raising her head, she looked towards the bathroom mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, mirroring her grief and anguish. With shaky legs, she pushed off the door and walked towards the mirror. Standing before it, her sobs slowly faded away as they were replaced with a runny nose and sniffles. Her hollow, red, puffy eyes trailed over her blotchy, tear-stained cheeks and red nose. She bit down on her quivering lip. Sniffling, she grabbed some of the tissue papers from the tissue dispenser mounted on the wall next to the mirror. She blew her nose into them before disposing of them in the bin.

She went back to staring at her reflection.

Why was she crying?

A small, sniffle escaped her and she looked down at the sink's marble bowl. With no hesitation, she opened the tap and run her hands under the cold water. She then raised one trembling wet hand to one side of her face and began wiping her tears off, repeating the same with the other side.

She looked up at her reflection and observed a small change on her mottled cheeks. Her eyes though, remained puffy and bloodshot.

Closing the tap, she shook off the excess water from her hands before covering her face with them. She took in a deep breath and dragged them down her face, relishing in the cool feeling lingering on her skin.

She stared at her reflection once more and tilted her head.

Why was she crying?

The corner of her lips twitched but immediately stopped. Her frown returned. She glanced down at the water droplets sliding down the sides of the sink's bowl. Stretching her the corner of lips sideways, she lifted her head back to her reflection.

She leaned forward a bit and combed her hand through her hair, returning it back to its earlier state of order. She then leaned back, satisfied and confirmed that things were at least back to normal. Only one more thing left to do.

She poked each of her index fingers to both sides of her cheeks and a small smile steadily appeared on her lips.

There.

She dropped her hands. Along with the smile.

She sighed and looked to the side.

What was there to smile about anyway?

The squeaking sound of the bathroom door being swung open alerted her and she looked over her shoulder at the person invading her preferred solitude.

When their eyes met, Uraraka stilled, before releasing a sigh of relief for finally finding her after searching both in the changing room and the nurse's office. Her last resort would've been looking in the class if she hadn't found her in the bathroom and she was honestly thankful didn't have to go all the way there now.

"Hey," she greeted with a small smile, her gentle voice replacing the quietude in the bathroom and echoing off the walls. Letting go of the door to let it swing back to place, she slowly made her way towards (Y/n). She was originally expecting to find her crying so to find her quiet and with a hollow look on her face slightly unnerved her. Looking around the bathroom and the open stalls, it appeared that there was no one else in there apart from them.

She looked back at (Y/n), who was looking back at her through the mirror, and placed a hand on her shoulder once she was next to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked as her brown eyes roamed all over her face in concern. On receiving no response, she exhaled through her nose and turned towards the mirror. (Y/n)'s eyes were glued on her own reflection, but would occasionally flicker back to Uraraka's, stay there and then go back again to her own reflection.

The brunette guessed that maybe she needed more time to gather her thoughts before answering any questions. So without a word, she let go of (Y/n)'s shoulder and wrapped her arm around her instead. And while keeping an eye on her reflection's expression to see any sign of rejection to the touch, she began rubbing her hand up and down her arm as a sign of comfort and support.

"What Bakugou said back there wasn't true, you know?" Uraraka stated. She had read in a magazine somewhere that monologuing while someone is sad and doesn't want to talk can be a surefire way to get them to slowly ease up into the conversation. Or was it the other way around? "And you certainly don't think about yourself that way. He's probably just stressed? Or maybe your-Deku's, I mean, confession may have taken him by surprise and he's just acting out since he's confused about his own feelings. I mean, he did try to choke Deku when he outed you. Maybe 'cause of shock...or, or surprise that the person he likes, likes him back," she paused her rubbing to shake the girl a bit. "Come on, you know, how he is. He's not the best at processing foreign feelings so don't listen to what he says."

"Besides, you've never let his harsh words get to you before, so why let them get to you now?" she leaned her head against (Y/n)'s shoulder and sent her a small smile through the mirror. "You're one of the strongest people I know. Way stronger than me, that's for sure," she lightly chuckled and angled her head to look up at her, her chin now on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Don't be sad, okay? If you want, after school we can pass by that nice sweet shop you like. We can get ice cream, cake, milkshakes..." she gently squeezed her arm. "We can talk about why boys suck...why they shouldn't exist. Even better, we can not talk about boys altogether and just spend the whole evening doing girl stuff. Isn't that a great idea?"

A small chuckle followed after Uraraka's words, causing the latter's face to light up.

"She finally smiles!" Uraraka raised her chin from (Y/n)'s shoulder and beamed at her, her other arm going around the girl in a hug. "Took you long enough."

(Y/n) tried leaning away from the brunette, jerking her head away in the opposite direction while her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip to prevent her smile from widening and chuckles from escaping. Hell-bent on making the (h/c)-haired female face her, Uraraka tightened her arms around her and leaned closer to her.

"Oh come on, lemme see that smile!" she teased with a laugh. "Come on!"

(Y/n) rolled her eyes in bemusement.

"Come oooonnnnn!"

"Okay fine!" (Y/n) gave in. She went into a fit of giggles as she turned back to Uraraka and began prying her off. "I laughed, okay? Now get off!"

"No way!!"

Their loud laughter filled the once hush and depressing aura of the bathroom, along with squeals and sounds of playful struggle.

"Uraraka!"

"I'm not moving!!"

Groaning due to the pressure of being squeezed tight against Uraraka's chest, (Y/n) settled for pressing her hand to her assailant's face and pushing her away but the brunette refused to budge.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Uraraka protested, her voice sounding nasal due to the palm pressed against her nose. "So you better get used to it now!"

(Y/n) sighed, her shoulders sagging in resignation. When she dropped her hand from Uraraka's face, the girl wasted no time in burying her face against (Y/n)'s neck in a one-sided hug.

(Y/n) lightly furrowed her eyebrows and turned to their reflections with a tired smile. Her eyes lingered on Uraraka's form for a while, her chest feeling warm due to the affection and comfort rolling from her in volumes. Despite the low-key tension that had been between them for the past two days, Uraraka had still gone out of her way to cheer her up.

She huffed out a silent laugh.

Slowly, she shifted in position, her arms snaking around Uraraka and returned the heartfelt hug.

Uraraka, shifting with her to give them both a chance to be comfortable, smiled. With her cheek against (Y/n)'s shoulder, she stared at the bathroom door and her smile gradually faded. Her brown eyes slowly went devoid of any previous joyfulness and warmth. Only to be replaced with envy, spite, resentfulness, and conflict.

With a blissful sigh, (Y/n) buried her face in Uraraka's collar and closed her eyes, the flowery smell of her cheap yet sweet perfume along with her natural smell wafting into her nose and masking her in a blanket of comfort.

Raising her head from her collar, she opened her eyes and rested her chin against Uraraka's collar bone. She stared at the wall behind the girl with vacant eyes. All the warmth in her chest was gone. Instead, it was replaced with guilt, envy, possessiveness, and half-truths.

The only thing that concurred between them but remained unknown to both of them was one shared understanding:

He's mine.

***

The crowded school cafeteria was the usual; a chaos mix of chatter, laughter and the strong smell of various foods coming from the kitchen. The long lines of students waiting to buy their meals led from the cafeteria's entrance to the counters, consisting of students from different years with the common goal of satisfying their hunger. Among these students waiting in line to get to the front, stood (Y/n) and Uraraka, both already changed out of their P.E uniforms and back into their school uniforms just in time for lunch.

"So," Uraraka turned to the girl standing behind her. "What are you planning on getting today?"

(Y/n) hummed while she thought over the food choices available and what she could afford with the money she had.

"I guess I'll be taking the sweet dumpling tray today," she casually shrugged. "And rice," she then nodded to herself. "Yeah, the rice..."

Uraraka tilted her head. "No fish?"

(Y/n) crinkled her nose in disgust and placed a hand on her stomach. "No thanks. I'm still mentally scarred by Izuku's breakfast fish and I don't think I'll ever look at them the same way."

The brunette giggled, taking a step forward when the line moved. (Y/n) copied her actions before sticking out her head out of the slow-moving line to check how many people were left until it was their turn. She let out an impatient exhale.

"What is taking so long?" she muttered. Uraraka turned back to her with a hum. "You'd think lines in a prestigious school would be non-existent but no siree."

"I think every school has lines, (Y/n), even prestigious ones."

(Y/n) gave Uraraka a flat look. "You're missing my point."

The girl blinked. She then let out a sheepish chuckle and rubbed the back of her head. "Oh. Was that you being sarcastic because..."

Suddenly, (Y/n)'s phone vibrated in her pocket, taking her attention momentarily away from what Uraraka was saying as she dug her hand into her pocket to fish it out. Another vibration went off, indicating another received message. Wondering how it had set itself to vibrate when she clearly remembered setting it to silent mode in the morning, she double-tapped on the screen and it lit up.

2 messages from Lifeline💖.

She cursed under her breath.

After moving in line, Uraraka curiously peeked at (Y/n)'s screen when her phone vibrated twice again with two incoming messages. When (Y/n) unlocked her phone, she awkwardly glanced away to make it seem like she wasn't interested in her phone's password. She then turned back to focus on the line. She pressed her lips together.

Just who on earth had she saved like that?

(Y/n) hesitantly hovered her thumb over the message icon. She didn't really want to read the messages since the only time Lifeline sent her an offline text was to scold her for not receiving the online texts they sent and if she even dared leave them on read-she'd rather not repeat that mistake.

So, she tapped on the icon then tapped on Lifeline's texts to display the messages received.

Lifeline💖:
BITCH.

(Y/n) grimaced. Of course.

Lifeline💖:
Why aren't you online? I've sent you like a bajillion trillion texts.

Lifeline💖:
I know you're in school rn but I think we've established that I'M MORE IMPORTANT.

Lifeline💖:
Get your copycat, negligent, crack-snorting, ugly butt online NOW

Fighting back a smile, (Y/n) rolled her eyes and went to reply. From her eyes' periphery, she saw Uraraka step forward so she followed her before typing up her response.

(Y/n):
Jeez, fine. I'm coming.

Dragging down her notification bar, she tapped on the mobile data icon, cursing the fact that the school discouraged the disclosure of the Wi-Fi passwords to prevent the frequent use of phones. The only place they distributed the passwords freely was at the dorms and it wasn't like she could connect to the dorms' Wi-Fi when it was hardly connectable.

The minute she was connected, her phone went crazy with an onslaught of Lifeline's messages, together with some from the class' group chat and spam news from gossip blogs. Tapping on the chat icon, she went directly to Lifeline's bajillion trillion messages.

Lifeline💖:
OH MY GOD-AAQJWAAMLXNSKNKSNKN

Lifeline💖:
DID YOU HEAR THE NEWS?!! YOU GUYS ARE COMING TO OUR SCHOOL TOMORROW!

Lifeline💖:
Bitch how dare you not tell me before I tell you (ノಠ ∩ಠ)ノ彡( \o°o)\

Lifeline💖:
This is like major news! Do you know what this means?!

Lifeline💖:
WHY AREN'T YOU REPLYING?! IT'S LUNCHTIME RN IN YOUR SCHOOL AND MY SCHOOL! YOU SHOULD BE REPLYING NOW!!

Lifeline💖:
...ಠ益ಠ

Lifeline💖:
Okay.

Lifeline💖:
It's either you just had a heart attack due to the sheer happiness of knowing you'll be seeing me after all this time or you're in an ambulance because you had a heart attack due to the sheer happiness of knowing you'll be seeing me after all this time.

Lifeline💖:
I hate you.

Lifeline💖:
You have five minutes to get online or else it's over between us.

Lifeline💖:
Okay, NOW I'm worried. It's been seven minutes-

Lifeline💖:
UGH. FINE. I'll use my phone credits to text you then.

(Y/n) chuckled under her breath as she scrolled up to reread the messages, all sent twelve minutes ago but over-exaggerated to make it look like they were sent twelve hours ago.

Smiling, she started to reply to each one, each message matching the tone of the one she was replying to while also keeping an eye on the line and moving with it when it did.

She recalled the surprise she got when Aizawa announced that they were going to visit Isami High the next day, the same school her Lifeline attended and she couldn't deny the happiness and excitement she felt when he did. But unfortunately, the main highlight of her day was immediately trampled on by her unlucky pairing and the argument she and Katsuki had after.

When she felt the sadness start to creep over her, she immediately shook it off before it could shatter the small sliver of positive feelings she was holding onto so that she'd make it to the end of the day.

So, with a sigh, she typed off the last message before turning off her mobile data and switching her phone to silent mode.

"Wow, whoever's texting you is persistent."

(Y/n) looked up at Uraraka while tucking her phone back into her pocket.

"Anyone I know?" the brunette asked, brushing it off as innocent curiosity furthermore by keeping her eyes forward.

Glancing to the side, (Y/n) shrugged and clasped her hands behind her back. Having caught this action from the corner of her eye, Uraraka fully looked over her shoulder at the girl and subtly narrowed her eyes.

(Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes fell back on Uraraka and the corner of her mouth lifted in a secretive half-smirk.

"Oh, you'll see."

***

"Aren't you going to apologize?!"

Katsuki remained defiantly silent. His foot incessantly jiggled under his desk.

"Well?!"

A muscle in his jaw twitched when he began painfully grinding his teeth together.

"Bro, you know you can't talk to a girl like that! Girls are delicate and their feelings are not to be messed with!"

Katsuki's lip slowly began curling up in a snarl as he glared holes at the top of his desk.

"Yeah! Especially when that girl has feelings for you! Do you know how hard it is to get a girl who genuinely likes you?! You of all people! And to get paired up with her?! That's a dream! And I should know!"

Low, strangled growls started coming out from his throat. A throbbing vein had begun pulsating in his temple.

"But it's not too late to change your fate! (Y/n) is a nice person. I'm sure if we intervene, we'll be able to put in a good word for you and tell her that you were simply in a bad mood. If we're lucky, she'll let it slide and we'll all go home happy."

The other three exchanged looks while nodding in agreement.

The trembling hands stuffed in his pockets itched to come out and blast off the faces belonging to the four asswipes currently grilling him in the empty classroom for whatever the fuck went down between him and that dumbass.

"See, Bakugou?!" Mina exclaimed and pointed to herself before pointing to the three boys standing around Katsuki's desk. "Just leave it all to us and then once you're in the clear, we'll educate your emotionally-constipated ass to act right in front of (Y/n)!" resting her hands on her hips, she proudly chuckled. "It will be like ripping off an ink-stained page and starting on a new, fresh page!"

"Shut up..." he growled, his patience with them having long gone snapped.

"Huh?" Kirishima turned to the boy trembling in his chair and curiously tilted his head. "Did you say something?"

"SHUT UP!!" Katsuki shot up with his hand raised towards him, ready to strike as sparks danced around his open palm. "I DON'T NEED ANY OF YOUR FUCKING HELP!! I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR FUCKING HELP!! NOW FUCK OFF BEFORE YOU FOUR FUCKNUTS TALK ME OUT OF MY FUCKING IQ POINTS!!"

Silence engulfed the classroom as the four friends remained unmoving and unshaken by his empty threats after getting used to them by now. Besides, after been given detention more times than he can count, Katsuki knew better than to destroy another desk or chair, making them confident enough to stare back at him with bored looks.

Shaking her head in disappointment, Mina crossed her arms over her chest.

"Ten points off," she declared, breaking the silence.

"HAH?!" Katsuki turned to her with a clenched fist. "WHY YOU-!"

"Another twenty points off of you, sir! For shouting!" Kaminari dramatically announced, similarly crossing his arms over his chest.

The ash-blonde sent him a scathing glare, entirely pissed off by how fucking smug that electric socket was acting. "Twenty points for fucking what?!

Sero copied both Mina's and Kaminari's actions. He sent Katsuki a smile. "Shouting. You started at a hundred and now you're down to seventy."

Katsuki fought the urge to yank out his hair from his roots. The more confused he was getting, the angrier he got. And someone was going to die soon enough if he didn't get an explanation to what the fuck they were talking about.

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means you have seventy points remaining," with a complacent smirk, Kirishima folded his buff arms over his chest. "With every bad behavior you show, we take off points. Which means it decreases your chances of getting help from us. And if you get down to zero points," his smirk faded and he held up his hands. "You're on your own, bro."

"Yeah," Kaminari shrugged before placing a concerned hand on Katsuki's shoulder, which he immediately shrugged off. "You're our buddy and we'd gladly help you out but, we can't help you if you don't show any effort."

"So, if you be a good boy and try losing lesser points, we'll consider helping you get (Y/n)," Sero sent him an assuring wink.

"Yeap! And now that I've been hanging out with her more than before," Mina placed a confident hand on her chest with a grin. "I'm bound to find out things from her that you'll never find out on your own in a million years," her grin immediately twisted into a serious frown. "So sit your ass down, Bakugou-" at the word 'sit', both Kirishima and Kaminari simultaneously pushed him back down to his seat. "-and watch while we transform you, from you to the most romantic asshole in the world. And trust me on this, once we're done, she won't be able to resist you. She'll be yours forever."

Katsuki's eyes widened. His. Forever.

He slightly tilted his head down and glared at Mina through his spiky bangs. Damn these fucks were putting out an offer he couldn't fucking refuse. But not yet. Accepting their help would mean that he's fucking weak and helpless that he can't fucking even get one fucking girl. And who fucking knew? Maybe when coming up with their stupid plan they probably laughed at him for being so fucked up.

But then-

Fuck-Dammit-So what if they fucking laughed. If it meant getting her in the end then-

"Since we've given you enough time to think about it," Sero said as he leaned against the edge of Jirou's desk. "We do have one more thing to add. Call it a condition. A quid pro quo of sorts."

He fucking knew it. None of them would do it for fucking free.

"Spit it out," he found himself saying, despite his thoughts.

"It's simple really," Kaminari raised his hands, palms up and shrugged. "You must tell us whatever's going on whatever between you and (Y/n)."

Katsuki's eyes flashed red.

"I'd rather fuckin' die!"

The four students paused, partly having had expected that answer-well, not exactly that, as they had considered no as one of his possible answers but also partly surprised to actually hear him say no.

Kirishima sighed in disappointment. He exchanged sad looks with his comrades and shrugged. He jerked his head towards the direction of the door and they nodded in agreement. One by one, they began to leave towards the door to head to the cafeteria for lunch.

Kirishima spared Katsuki one last dispirited glance.

"We tried, man. Your loss."

Katsuki stiffened. His eyebrows rose.

Loss?! The fuck-

"Argh-FINE! I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU!!"

Kirishima and his companions froze in their tracks. They turned back to the boy, who had risen from his chair and glowering at his desk as it had personally offended him. Smirking, they all turned to each other and gave each other silent high fives, making sure he wouldn't see or hear them celebrating. All it took was a cup of challenge, a dash of promise, a pinch of intimidation and a sprinkle of his number one hated word 'loss' to make him give in. Their plan was genius and they knew it. Plus, they now got free access to Katsuki's juicy deets, something which was as rare as a unicorn. And damn, were they going to ride that unicorn.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was stewing in his own broth of conflicting emotions. Clicking his tongue, he tightened his hands into fists as he glared hatefully at the top of his desk, loathing his weak ass self for even thinking about accepting help from those four losers in the first place. But what's done is done. The stakes were high and their rules were fucking ridiculous but if, if he used them as stepping stones to get to his goal, then so be it. He'll ace their fucking stupid point test like a fucking champ.

But first, he had to set some of his own ground rules before any of them started to get cocky.

He looked up and sent them a dirty look. "Fine, I'll tell you my shit. But you better keep your mouths shut unless you want me to fucking shower in your blood."

"We promise," the other teenagers said in tandem before making zipping motions over their mouths.

Suddenly, Mina gasped upon recalling something.

"Oh," she held up a finger at Katsuki. "And that's five points off both for shouting and threatening us, by the way.

Katsuki stared at her for a moment, and smoke slowly starting to seep from his palms.

"Wanna repeat that...?" he growled, voice low and rough as he detonated a small explosion from one of his palms.

Mina gulped and held up her hands in surrender.

"Okay! F-Five points added for my life!"

***

(Y/n) opened the door with a fatigued sigh and went into her room. Blindly feeling the wall for the light switch, she turned it on, illuminating the dark room. Closing the room behind her, she shrugged off her bag, allowing it to fall on the floor and kicked off her shoes while she approached her bed.

With another sigh, she plopped face-first onto her bed and blissfully melted into the soft, comfortable covers.

There was no other better feeling than falling on your bed after a long day.

(Y/n) didn't know how much time had passed before she managed to gather up the willpower to take a shower, slip into something more comfortable, put her things in order and set herself up for the night.

After school, she and Uraraka had indeed passed by the sweet shop where they had ice cream sundaes and pretty much talked about anything that didn't revolve around boys. It was admittedly fun, a change of pace as it managed to lift her spirits up after having it drained to nearly negative zero after spending three more lessons with Katsuki less than five feet away from her.

And not to mention that she was going to see him again during dinner.

After lunch, she thought that she was going to struggle to see him when going back to class but luckily for her, she had reached class before him, probably because he had gone to lunch much later or something, and managed to keep herself busy with texting Lifeline to a point that she didn't even notice when he returned to class. Surviving the rest of the day's lessons was no piece of cake but she got through it. Besides, it wasn't the first time she was dealing with a post-argument atmosphere between her and Katsuki, so she was allowed to say it got pretty easier once she kept doing it over and over.

Or maybe the correct word would be, it got pretty bearable and not easier. Because it still wasn't easy being able to concentrate while having the full knowledge that the person who had insulted her multiple times was sitting right behind her.

If only she could wear a paper bag over her head or miss dinner altogether. But then again, she was quite hungry and didn't want to have to venture out in the middle of the night to raid the kitchen.

Anyway, dinner was in less than two hours and she had a lot to do. Like make a diary entry or even better, catch up on a movie to keep her mind off things.

Or she could do both...

Deciding that making an entry would only rile up her unwanted feelings, she chose to watch a movie instead. So she set everything up. Her laptop, a few snacks, her pillows, and blanket, then put in her phone to charge so that it wouldn't be a distraction and turned off her lights. Once everything was ready and she was comfortable, she started the movie.

Halfway through the movie, she heard something that sounded like a knock. She paused the movie. Furrowing her eyebrows, she stared into the darkness of the room, not making a sound so as to listen to confirm that it was a knock.

She hoped it wasn't.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Her lips twisted into a scowl. Maybe if I say nothing they'll go away.

Slightly sitting up and supporting her weight on her elbows, she turned to the door, specifically on the shadow under it cast by the person outside her door. Wordlessly, she stared, waiting for it to go away.

It fucking didn't.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Letting out an irritated groan, (Y/n)'s head fell back against her pillows. Blowing out her cheeks, she found the strength to sit up from her bed, place the laptop on her bed and throw the covers off her legs. She got off the bed and trudged towards the door.

Whoever was behind that door better make it worth it.

Turning the door handle after switching on the lights, she opened it to reveal who was behind it.

"Hey."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows snapped together. She went to open her mouth but something was suddenly held up in front of her face, slightly catching her by surprise. Blinking and leaning back a tad bit, she adjusted her vision to focus on what it was. She realized it was a paper bag.

"Take it."

The girl unsurely glanced back at Shouto before taking the paper bag from his hands. It was kind of heavy, making her wonder what it was in it. Curiosity finally winning her over, she sent him one last suspicious glance before investigating its contents.

She raised her head to send him a puzzled look.

"Ice cream?"

Shouto shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced at the paper bag in her hands. "I had an unused coupon in my room. It belonged to my sister. Somehow, I ended up carrying it back to school so I thought since I won't be using it any time now for myself, why not use it to buy you free ice cream."

(Y/n) considered him for a few seconds before she rolled her eyes, a hefty sigh escaping her lips.

"Look, if you're doing this so that I can unblock you...I appreciate the gesture but," she handed the paper bag back to him. "I don't want it."

"It's not."

"Huh?"

Shouto spared a glance inside her room then back to her. "It's because of what happened today. Somehow I feel like you got into that argument because of me so take it as my apology."

(Y/n)'s hand slowly drew back and she gave him a once over. "Um, okay...Thanks?"

Pursing her lips, she wondered what was with the sudden chivalry from someone who was anything than chivalrous to her in particular. In normal circumstances, she would've called him out and proceeded to tell him that it wasn't entirely his fault, though it was like five-no thirty percent his fault, and let him sleep with a clean conscience. But then she didn't want to sleep with a guilty conscience for returning the free tub of ice cream because she didn't deserve it so fuck chivalry.

Realizing that she hadn't checked which flavor he got for her, she looked into the bag, the paper crinkling while she did so.

"I kept it cold for you so that it didn't melt all the way from the store," Shouto added.

"How did you know what flavor I like?" (Y/n) asked, completely ignoring what he had said and focusing instead on what she deemed as a possible case of stalking.

Confusion crossed Shouto's face. "I asked Uraraka. Why?"

"Oh," (Y/n) slowly nodded, her eyes sheepishly flickering to the side. Deciding that, okay maybe, she had to kinda repay him for going all the way to the store to get her ice cream, she looked back at him and jerked her thumb over her shoulder to the direction of her room. "Do you-Do you wanna come in?"

Shouto's eyes widened and he looked behind her into her room. He has never been invited into her or any girl's room alone, the only time being invited in being during the room presentation competition, and he wasn't alone at that time.

Seeming to notice his hesitation, (Y/n) chuckled. Shouto's eyes fell back on her.

"Come on. It's not like something bad will happen," she held up the paper bag and swayed it from side to side. "I just don't wanna eat this all alone."

"Ah," Shouto cast his eyes to the side. "Apologies."

(Y/n) snorted and moved to the side to allow him to enter her room. The boy went in, taking his time to roam his heterochromatic eyes around the room. It was different from his, that he noticed, and feminine too, if not a little bit untidy. The room smelled like her too, holding hints of her personality within the posters and decorations. He spotted her messy bed and several fluffy pillows pushed up against the headboard. On the bed was her laptop, open and waiting for her to use it.

"So," Shouto looked back at the girl closing the door behind her. She sent him a cheeky grin. "I hope you like movies."

***