#sugars-drabbles

“katsuki of course you wouldn't get it, you have no appreciation for cute and reliable stationary!”

“....well of course i dont? only nerds care about that shit”

a silver metallic piece of paper hits his head as he looks up to see a gum wrapper on his desk that he can only assume she threw at him.

“the hell?” 

“get your feet off the desk and help me look for it!” she pleads, “i know its around here somewhere! , …..this is the last class of the day…” her statement trails off as she crawls under the desks to look for the red white and blue pen with yellow clips that mimic all mights hair – its the coolest one out of the “limited edition! - hero gel pen set! - only in select stores!”  collection!

which only means…

“katsuki wait! someone must’ve stolen it!” 

in the rise of her excitement of solving the case, her head bumps the top of the table.

now out of his chair he moves the desk forward to allow her room to push up with her thighs. “get up. you look stupid.”

she throws him a swift eye roll –“oh shut up, and didn’t you hear me, this is really, really bad someone stole my pen! he decides to ignore the absurdity of her telling him to shut up and then expecting a response, but she says the last part with such fear in her voice he almost , almost feels bad for the pinch he feels on his thigh from all mights hair strands in his pocket. 

sure its a waste of time to have his best friend look for something thats not lost, an even bigger waste of time to lie about not having it , but he hes grown to anticipate her company, and how else can he get her to stay behind after class? 

if she doesn’t have anything to wait on after the bell rings, she’ll walk home with her friends, and he can’t make poor attempts to impress her while he walks her home instead!

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at first it was him telling her that their teacher wanted to meet with her after school, so she would tell her friends to go on without her and he would wait somewhere in the hallway endearingly creepily until…

“katsuki what’re you still doin' here? and sato-sensei didn't… need.. to meet with me?"

“hm. weirdo said he did, somethin about attendance…”

“what? I never miss school!” .ᐟ.ᐟ

“stop askin' questions and come on already! the hero apparel stores’ gonna close in an hour.” she quickly jogs to catch up for him and instinctively slides her bag off her shoulder for him to carry.

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“kastuki, katsuki? … katsuki!" he snaps out of his memories to her hands waving in his face.

“whatever, i'll just get you another one...”

“you don’t have to, I found it! ....

his expression remains plain for a while, until the realization hits him,

... in your pocket.” 

two very displeased eyes are staring back into his crimson ones; if his reputation was anything like that dumb nerds he’d burst out into tears and swim in apologies, but unfortunately his name is bakugou katsuki, so he has to think of some believable response to this unbelievable and totally unpredictable turn of events.

a comical silence fills the air between them for a few beats until 

“basically–

“basically, you’ve been stealing my “limited edition! - hero gel pen set! - only in select stores! – pens!"

“damn, do you have to say the name of the set every time? Makes you sound like a dweeb.”

“thats really rich coming from a thief!” her accusatory finger is pushing into the button on his uniform.

with faux irritation he wraps his hand around her index finger and moves it out of the way, simultaneously taking this opportunity to slip the pen from her grasp into his pocket once more.

she watches in disbelief as he throws her a his trademark grin before his heels turn to walk out of the classroom. he doesn't make it very far before he hears her tear her bag from her chair just to jog and ‘pester’ him for it back.

although he could have gone without getting caught, he didn't mind this outcome all that much.

but he’d never known that she enjoyed their time in class every day just as much as he did. or how she would advert her eyes and pretend to be focused on something else, as his hands abruptly swiped a pen from her pack–how she had to push down her giggle watching him try to act unsuspectingly after the act

and he definitely would never know that she saw the faint rose hue that would bloom from his nose to his ears when she would play with his wrist as they walked home–an action he would never let slide with anyone else. 

he could never figure out why he enjoyed her touch, maybe it was how gentle she was with him; different from what he was used to. 

she would never know how much he missed that same touch when they both shrugged off each other when they would reach her mailbox. or how he felt unworthy of her disguised affection when her dad would shut their front door with a frown at the sight of katsuki. 

he would never know of the butterflies she got while eagerly waiting to see him the next day and do it all over again.

but they both knew that she had a dozen of those pens at home, and absolutely did not give a damn about that particular pen. and every all might super fan knows that his merchandise is sold separately.