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He’s still trying to decide what to make for breakfast based on the ingredients that the dorm fridge it stocked with when she zombies in, still clad in her pajamas, and slumps against the counter like she might actually fall back to sleep right there. Bakugou’s brow lifts with mild interest -- considering she’s usually as chipper as a friggin’ song bird, it’s the first time he’s ever seen her at anything less than cranked up to 15 on the happy scale. Did she sleep poorly, he wondered? Or was she just not a morning person? Come to think of it, he’d never seen her this early in the morning before -- well, only one was to satisfy his curiosity. He just hoped to hell it wouldn’t come off looking like he actually cared.
❝ – the hell’s your problem, pinky? ❞













