~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bakugou POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dinner was a total disaster for my blood pressure. Every time the nerd shifted in his seat, his shoulder brushed mine, and my heart hammered so loud I was convinced the whole d@mn table could hear it. I shoved my food down my throat as fast as humanly possible, dumped my plate in the sink, and stormed out of the kitchen without waiting for anyone else. I needed space. I needed to cool the hell down. I paced up and down the third-floor hallway of the dorms, the quiet air finally letting me breathe. My face still felt hot. Why does he have to be so cute? So adorable. The heavy door at the end of the hall clicked open. Soft, hesitant footsteps padded onto the carpet.I froze. I didn't even have to look to know who it was. The scent of him—soft, clean, and entirely too familiar—gave him away instantly."Kacchan?" Deku’s voice was barely a whisper, echoing in the quiet corridor. I spun around, gripping the fabric of my pockets so tight my knuckles turned white. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Deku POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I couldn't just let him walk away like that. The moment Kacchan finished his food and practically sprinted out of the kitchen, my stomach twisted into knots again. Even though he had given me that food, he still seemed so deeply angry, and I couldn't handle the distance between us anymore. I excused myself from the table, ignoring Mina’s knowing grin and Uraraka’s supportive little wave, and followed him up to the dorm floors. Finding him pacing the hallway made my chest tighten. When he spun around to face me, his crimson eyes were intense, piercing straight through me. He looked defensive, his shoulders raised, but the bright red flush from dinner hadn't entirely faded from his cheeks."I... I just wanted to talk to you," I stammered, taking a small, tentative step forward. I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, my voice trembling slightly. "You've been avoiding me all week, Kacchan. Whenever I walk into a room, you leave. Today you wouldn't even look at me until dinner. Did I do something wrong? If I annoyed you, or if I'm being too much, please just tell me..." Kacchan let out a sharp, frustrated breath, cutting me off. "You really are an idiot, you know that?" I flinched slightly, lowering my eyes. "Kacchan—" "Shut up and look at me!" he snapped, though his voice lacked his usual explosive anger. It sounded strained. Desperate, even. I slowly lifted my head. Kacchan took two long strides, closing the distance between us until he was standing right in front of me. He stared down at me with an intensity that made my breath hitch. His teeth were gritted, and he looked completely overwhelmed, as if he was waging a fierce war inside his own head about what to say next. The entire hallway went dead silent as I waited for him to speak.
hey guys, here's part 3.
