❝you were my

oxygen and now it's

hard to breathe.❞

MOOD: GLEEFUL, NAIVE

❝HOW COME FRIDGE HAS A 'D', BUT REFRIGERATOR DOESN'T?" Y/N asked, marking about the thirteenth dumb question she's asked in this period. Twiddling a pencil in her fingers, she was currently making two small sticks formed on her table duke it out to the death for her entertainment.

"Kinda like how I have one and you don't." Kenji replied smugly, watching the female whip around in an instant to glare at him. It was the last period and Aizawa had given up on teaching a while back, so everyone was just chilling out until the bell rang.

"You may have a 'd', but I radiate more dick energy." She beamed, turning to another classmate. "Shinsou, back me up here." Yawning, the either depressed and/or sleepless male, nodded his head with his arms crossed over his chest, exhaling a deep breathe.

"Big facts."

"See!" The brunette cackled, leaning back in her chair to throw her head back in laughter. However, a small tap on her foreword make her eyes open.

"Yo Kami-narly, you look different upside down." She snickered before sitting up and turning towards him. He gave a grin before shrugging.

"Probably. But you know where I'd look even better?" He egged on, gaining a shrug from the female.

"Where?"

"On a date with you." He gave a wink, and Kenji had to use the full extent of his quirk to not burst out wheezing at the poor blonde's attempt of a pickup line, especially since it was directed at his dumb as fuck best friend. Blinking a couple of times, she came back to reality and gave a huge grin, chuckling.

"Alright, that was good. But I'll do you one better." The rest of the BakuSquad behind the two talking suddenly stopped to look at their blond friend, mostly in shock that a girl didn't whack him for breathing, much less flirting. "Can I take a picture of you? I want to show Santa what I want for Christmas this year." With a sly smile, she stared at the male, who was grinning up a storm but kept a narrowed gaze at her.

"I've waited centuries for a moment like this." He ushered, leaning forwards. "I'll hit you with the best in my artillery." Still on looking and eavesdropping with shocked and concerned expressions, the Bakusquad watched as one of their soldiers fought for his life with the pretty whitette.

"Oh my god."

"No girl has spoken to him for this long."

"So miracles do happen, huh."

"WHAT. THE. FUCK."

Ignoring the surprise behind him, he dished out pick up lines, but Y/N threw them back just as good.

"I'm going to complain to Spotify about you not being on this week's hottest singles."

"Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for."

"Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?"

"HOLY FUCK!" A voice screamed, making the group turn towards it, and scaring most of the class. Crimson eyes glared at the electric blonde, but found themselves glued angrily to the brunette, who gave a grin as she stared right back. "You fuckers disgust me. I'm leaving."

The chair gave a groan as it scrapped violently against the floor, with palms slammed down in the desk. Bakugou gave a harsh grunt as he tossed his bag over his shoulders and made to leave. Glancing back, his eyes pierced right through the brunette, making her freeze from the intensity.

"You. We're fighting later. I'm not letting that pathetic escape count towards our score." He stated plainly, which made everyone go pale. Kirishima was the first to get up, mouth agape as Sero soon joined him in standing, while Y/N Just sat, halfway smirking and halfway scared shitless.

The beloved score. Even though she wasn't the most powerful in the class, Y/N was still within the top five. She was crafty, and that was all it took to piss Bakugou off. It only started recently, but they both loved to fight it out and see who would win. Although no one kept count, the ash blonde was sure he was winning by a landslide.

"Man, I didn't consent to this-"

"Bakubro! You can't just say things like that!" Kirishima unknowingly cut her off, yelling at the ash blonde for his ever known bluntness.

"Yeah Bakugou. And besides, Y/N is too nice to hurt head on." The blackette shook his head, a gasp of what seemed to be happiness coming from the flowery girl. "Besides, the score only counted towards the team matches we've been doing."

"If you hurt my precious bean I swear-" Mina cut in, scowling at the explosive boy. On the verge of either constipation or crying, Y/N gave a whine.

"You guys... I feel so loved." Wiping away the non-existent tears, she immediately whipped around to see her purple haired friend conversing with Shinsou and Shoji. "Kenji! Why can't you be kind to me like these guys?" She yelled out, gaining mostly everyones attention before they went back to their original conversations. Turning to face her, he gave a confused expression before shrugging simply.

"Because you make me regret everything within the first few seconds."

"Yikes, hello edgy middle school phase."

Grateful for the distraction, Kaminari shuddered, hands clenched to his knees. Hos mind was racing, but there was no reason for it. Bakugou had walked away and the bell had rung, as if on que, as he strode out the door. With a final glance back, he found himself gritting his teeth as he saw the fair brunette being levitated out of her chair by some force.

Kenji held a finger up, but then abruptly dropped it, allowing the female to use her legs again. Not without yelling a few insults, the girl smiled, picking up her bags and walking towards the door with the taller boy. Bakugou was long gone, but even he was shocked at himself.

Why were his fists clenched so hard? With his heart beating like a drum in his chest?

And why did he suddenly hate the guts of Kenji Shinobu?

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The aroma of the flower shop seemed to always calm your nerves, with the special help of the cup of green tea on the desk helping The atmosphere. The smells were intoxicating, which was always a gamble when you were studying, as they either made you feel blissful and at ease, or overly tired and sleepy.

"Y'know, I never get tired of this place. Even if we do come here pretty much everyday." Kenji chuckled, swinging slightly with callosed hands delicately holding his tea as a book of botanical herbs and remedies floated gently infront of him, radiating a soft purple glow.

Your parent's flower shop always felt like a second home to you, with the vines on the roof, gentle sunlight peeking through the windows, which were holding pots upon pots of gorgeous flowers, had such a homely feel all together. It stretched off into a library, which was where you went to study about your quirk, to learn and fascinate yourself in the world of plants.

In fact, most of the rare and colourful creations and amalgamations of flowers were the result of experimentation on your part, as it truly enthralled you to be surrounded by your own beautiful creations. Yours parents even encouraged it, so why not have some fun and create new things?

"Honestly, it's my favourite place on Earth." I reply simply, a smile on my face as I water the window sill potted plants, golden hour on the rise as honey coloured rays softly hit my skin.

"And I thought I was the one who could read minds." A soft chuckle turned into a small grunt as a book slid into place on the mahogany bookshelf. "Let's go train, it feels like forever since we actually trained together." He shrugged, making the water pail levitate and place itself back in its place on the shelf. Giving a sigh, you turned and gave a nod.

"Fine, fine. But afterwards we're getting takeout or something." His face lit up, most likely with the thought of tender steamed meat buns after a good session. With a hasty nod, both teens left the flower shop, not before locking the door and leaving with the sun on their backs.

"Hey." Kenji spoke abruptly, hands in his pockets as he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "So, I read Kaminari while you were yelling at me today, and uh-"

"Kenj, how many times I gotta' tell you to not read random people's minds?" You sighed sourly, crossing your arms over your front. Shrugging, he stifled a laugh.

"Oh come on, you'd totally do it to if you could."

"That's besides the point-"

"Anyways," he coughed, "I don't know if I should tell you or not..." he swapped a nervous glance to the unfazed female, who probably just wanted to hear and it and get it over with. "But... he seemed pretty freaked out actually, but it wasn't the bad kind, if you get what I'm saying."

Raising an eyebrow, you hummed as your eyes fled to the sidewalk. "That... could mean he was excited about something? Y'know, kinda like how I felt when you bought me that packet of rainbow Oreos." You asked, beaming as you gained a sour chuckle from your best friend, who held a stern expression aimed at the cold concrete.

❝EXCITED WOULDN'T QUITE

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