A: wow I can't believe you needed help moving these boxes. They're so light!
B:*unable to respond because they are taking the box of text books*
A: *skips all the way inside while holding the box of pillows*
A box packed to the brim with textbooks proved difficult to manage, even after a year of testosterone and three from Mr. Aizawa's training. Sweat gathered on your brow from the strain on your muscles, and you found yourself knocking at the door of another student. One tap, void of confidence. Should you really bother him? Two knocks, more confident this time. He wouldn't deny you, his crush, the man he seemed to swoon over at any given chance. The door was solid, a bit worn, and had a punk-ish "KEEP OUT" sign with caution tape decorating it aesthetically.
Tenya would be your first choice, always happy to help out his fellow students, but you knew that there was a big test tomorrow, and he was kicking it into overdrive. Best not to disturb him now. Denki is friendly; heâd help. Perhaps... he wasnât strong enough for all the heavy items littered in your room. You two were of similar height and built, after all.
âWhatdya want, dumbass?â And there was the man across the hall from you. Strong, broad shoulders, biceps bulging from the rigorous training he put himself through after hours. You were eye-level with his chest, then craned your head back to notice he, surprisingly, wasnât all too irritated. His body betrayed his words, and you let out a little smile. He was always the one to act tough, but he was just a big teddy bear, ready for a hug and attention.
Giving no resistance, he agreed to your proposition, almost happily since you promised him banana bread after completing the task at hand. Bakugo lifted the boxes with ease, brows knitting in wonder why you needed help with them. They were so light; perhaps you didnât want to be doing the task alone? Not like he was going to admit he liked being around you, spending time by your side. Even if that meant he was used as a mule, that was okay. It's for your pleasure.
âHow much of a weakling are you, brat?â You huffed but bit back the bark you were about to hurl his way. Of course, it was going to be easy if all he was doing was grabbing the boxes filled with pillows! Soon enough, though, everything was moved into the new room with Bakugoâs help, and he dusted his hands off with a smirk, confident in his work. He deserved that banana bread, and his mouth watered when his eyes flicked over to you, plugging in the little oven.
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