A/N: This will be a weird AU, no doubt. In this AU, everyone in Class 1-A  (minus Mineta, plus Shinsou) is a different nationality. Y'know, because diversity. So, the nationalities are as follows (I'm making most of these up as I go):

Aoyama - French
Ashido - Irish
Asui - Brazilian
Iida - German
Uraraka - American
Ojiro - British
Kaminari - Australian
Kirishima - Mexican
Kouda - Canadian
Satou - American
Shouji - German
Jirou - French
Sero - Scottish
Tokoyami - Brazilian
Todoroki - Spanish
Hagakure - Scottish
Bakugou - Russian
Midoriya - Canadian
Shinsou - Irish
Yaoyorozu - British

Now, I hope this oneshot doesn't seem super racist, but with a title like "Tortilla" and one of the main characters being Mexican, you can see how this can be perceived as racist. Not my intention, nor how I wanna come across. Anything stereotypical I mean in jest, not to offend anyone. If that becomes the case, let me know, please. Anything I write in another language, I will use Google Translate. Unless it'a basic French. Then that's coming from my dumb ass. I also wanted to write in a way that the words looked like the way someone who was Spanish or Russian or whatever would say the word, but I said fuck that. Translations at the bottom! And with that, we can enjoy!

Good boi's POV

Yawning, I walked into our chaotic classroom. I was surprised Bakugou wasn't yelling at Midoriya in Russian.

Because that's a common occurrence in this class.

Uraraka and Satou spoke with Midoriya casually while Aoyama pestered Kouda in French.

Bakugou sat in his seat, casually scrolling on his phone.

"¡Oye! Bakugou!" I said, walking over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

He jumped under my touch, saying "Что за черт?"

"¿Qué?"

"Блядь, it's just you." He sighed.

"Who did you think it was? I sound nothing like Kaminari, Mina or Sero." I said, putting my head on top of his.

"I don't know. Shut up." Bakugou hissed.

"So, what're you up to after class?" I asked.

"Nothing. Why?"

"I'm not entirely positive, but I think that the whole class is gonna watch a movie together. I was wondering if you wanted to join us?"

"Блядь..." he paused, pondering something. He then sighed.

"... what movie?"

"I think it was... oh! The Banana Splits movie."

"Wait, isn't that a kid's show?" Bakugou sneered at me.

"From what I've heard, no. It's based off of a kid's show, but the movie is... not." I said, trying not to spill too much.

"Хорошо." Bakugou sighed.

"Bakugou, I don't speak Russian." I sighed.

"I said fine, mудак." Bakugou hissed.

"Wait, really?!" I gasped.

"Yes. Now, piss off. Aizawa is gonna wake up in a few minutes."

"Okay. I'll grab you from your dorm before we start the movie."

"Хорошо."

■■■

"Hey! Kirishima!" I heard Sero say.

I looked over at him as he approached me with a box in his hands

"¡Hola, Sero!" I said with a grin as I went to enter my dorm. "¿Qué tienes ahí?"

"Uh, what?"

"Sorry! What do you have there?" I asked.

"This box is for you. Amazon order?"

I gasped and grinned. "¡Tiempo perfecto! Gracias, Sero! Hasta luego, ¿verdad?"

"Dude, what are you saying?" He laughed, handing me the box.

"Thank you." I said before going into my dorm.

I closed the door and hardened a finger. With a quick swipe, the box was opened.

A plastic bag was in there, which had a blanket inside. A very specific blanket that I've been expecting for a few days.

"¡Si! Mi manta de tortilla vino!" I whooped as I pulled the circular blanket out of the packaging.

The blanket was a very pale beige color with some brown spots on it to look like a tortilla. It was hella soft too.

"Черт! Shut up!"

"Lo siento, Bakugou!" I chuckled nervously.

I looked down at the blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

The thing was so huge, it barely swept the floor. And it was so.

Damn.

Soft.

"I'm bringing this with me later." I whispered.

■■■

"¡Oye! Open up!" I knocked at Bakugou's door with the blanket rolled up burrito style under my arm.

He opened the door, his hair stuck to one side of his face as he rubbed his eyes.

"Какого черта ты хочешь?" He groggily yawned.

"Were you just napping? It's only 18:12." I asked.

"So?" Bakugou asked. "What do you want?"

"You said you'd join us for the movie. It doesn't start for another 45 minutes, but I know you're gonna want to sit on th couch, so we should head down now to claim our seats." I explained making him face palm.

"Gimme a sec." He said, putting his palms on his face and using his Quirk.

I blinked in bewilderment, a bit worried until he shook his head. He rubbed his face on his shirt, just about making me pass out.

I knew he was fit, but holy shit, those abs.

"Let's go." He sighed. His hair was back to normal, except for what I assume to be soot on his hairline.

I didn't bother to call it out, since I wasn't in the mood to get exploded or have my tortilla blanket get damaged.

"Yeah."

■■■

"Что вы имеете в виду, это фильм ужасов?" Bakugou asked me when Tokoyami said the movie was a horror movie.

"Sit next to someone you're willing to hide into if the movie gets too much, or vice versa." Tokoyami continued.

"Bakugou, what did you say?" I asked.

"This is a fucking horror movie?!" He hissed in my ear.

"What, do you think it'll be scary?" I asked.

"Tch, no. I just think they're stupid, that's all."

"Okay, sure you do, Bakugou." I laughed.

■■■

"And here I thought you were a horror buff?" I joked, the tortilla blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

"I like action, not those petty scares." Bakugou hissed at me. "How many people fucking died?"

"Well, without the animatronics but adding the bodies in the hallway after we saw the dude with drum sticks shoved through his eyes, I think I counted... 27 corpses? Don't quote me on that." I said.

"Great."

"You okay?"

"Just peachy."

"... you wanna stay in my room overnight?"

"... fine, Мудак." Bakugou muttered.

"Aw, mi pequeño gato asustado." I cooed.

"Quiet." Bakugou hissed.

Then an idea popped in my head.

"Bakugou, c'mere." I said, opening my arms while holding the tortilla blanket.

He glared at me. "Do not fucking touch me."

I walked over to him and wrapped us both in the blanket.

"Mi pequeño enchilada de pollo. Mi bebé taco de punta. Chalupa crujiente." I cooed, snuggling my face into his.

"I will break. All of your fingers." Bakugou hissed.

I pecked his cheek.

"Sure you will."

"Мудак!"

A/N: 1,214 words. Here are the translations for Bakugou:

Что за черт - what the hell?
Блядь - fuck
Хорошо - fine
Мудак - asshole
Черт - damn it
Какого черта ты хочешь - what the hell do you want
Что вы имеете в виду, это фильм ужасов - what do you mean, is this a horror movie

Translations for Kirishima:

Oye - hey
Qué - what

Qué tienes ahí - what do you have there

Tiempo perfecto - perfect time

Hasta luego, verdad - I'll see you later, right

Si - yes
Mi manta de tortilla vino - my tortilla blanket came

Lo siento - I'm sorry
Mi pequeño gato asustado - my little scardey cat
M

i pequeño enchilada de pollo - my little chicken enchilada
Mi bebé taco de punta - my spiky taco baby
Chalupa crujiente - crunchy chalupa

That's it! Super short compared to the last one, but here she is! I'll admit, I like this one a lot. Also, there's been a shit ton of fluff, I don't know why. This doesn't mean the next oneshot is angst, per se. I don't even know what the next oneshot is. So, if you guys wanna make requests, please do! I'm running out of ideas for fluff, if that's what y'all want. I dunno when I'll do a smut shot, but it'll happen eventually. So that's all. See you guys! - Septic / Spark