y/n: ayo hear me out — two words. stripper poles
mina: ooo!
iida: no
y/n: WHAT
iida: one, it's not appropriate. two, ITS NOT APPROPRIATE!
y/n: you're just mad you aren't flexible enough to dance on the pole
iida: I am very much flexible! I could dance on a pole right now if I wanted to! and very well!
y/n: I don't think you have the facilities for that, big man
ojiro: um.. I-it's sounds like a good idea y/n but...
y/n: but what!
ojiro: b-but you really think aizawa would allow that?
y/n: of course he will! he loves me!

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aizawa: absolutely not.
y/n: come on!
aizawa: y/n, you do realize that the ENTIRE staff and student body, not to mention OTHER ADULTS, TEENAGERS, AND KIDS — will be at this.
y/n: so then tell them to leave the kids at home the fuck? OH! excuse my language — children are sticky and annoying anyways
aizawa: no, y/n. end of discussion
y/n: i'll buy you coffee anytime you want! i'll buy you a coffee machine to put on your desk!
aizawa: ...well... wait! why am I even considering this?!
y/n: cause i'm a master negotiator, admit it
aizawa: no. now leave my class before I give you detention
y/n: for what?!
aizawa: for being annoying
y/n: you can't do that!
aizawa: I can and I will
y/n: fine!

you grabbed your bag and walked to the door

y/n: if you weren't so fine i'd keep annoying you-

you whispered under your breath

aizawa: did you say something
y/n: hm? no! nothing at all! get a good rest!

you said stomping out of his classroom bumping into shinso

y/n: my fault

you said not looking up from your phone and patting his shoulder

shinso: hey, why don't you get off that damn phone and watch where you're going.

you stopped in your tracks and turned around on your heels with a blank expression. you looked at him and he raised an eyebrow. you threw gum in your mouth and put a finger up signaling him to give you a second. you pulled out a piece of paper a wrote something. you approached him and stuck it on his forehead with the piece of gum you had thrown in your mouth. you smacked his forehead and smiled walking away. he took the piece of paper off his forehead, and it read

"pipe down, I said I was sorry so pull that stick out of your ass"

he looked back up at you who was now across the hall humming with your earphones in. he slightly smiled and threw the piece of paper in the trash and walked to his dorm. as for you, you were in the kitchen playing with the silverware making noises with your mouth as if you were playing drums

y/n: all this time! she was standing there she never took her eyes off me! HUTU-
bakugo: noooo! stop! im tried of hearing that!
y/n: I see everyone has a problem with me today!
bakugo: you look like an idiot

he said smiling and walking towards you.

y/n: hey put this on!
bakugo: no — why
y/n: you'll be on drums and i'll sing
bakugo: you are so childish-
y/n: PUT IT ON!
bakugo: o-OKAY!

he grabbed the bowl you were handing him and he put it on. you handed him the spoons and he sat down ready to play...spoons. you fixed your bowl and grabbed a whisk and started singing

y/n: gobble me swallow me drip down the side of me-
bakugo: yeah, no
y/n: what! no get back on the drums
bakugo: what is up with you

he said laughing and taking the bowl off of your head

y/n: nothing? I always do this
bakugo: no you don't
y/n: yes I do, just never around you
bakugo: how come no one ever hears you then
y/n: I mean it's not that loud.. is it?
bakugo: I guess not
kirishima: hey guys! uh.. what are you doing?
y/n: aw great! now he found out about it!

you took the bowls and spoons and put them back and hopped onto the counter eating a brownie

bakugo: what?! you guys had ONE job!
kirishima: I know but the school said they're already spending a lot of money on the performance!

you saw bakugo scratch his head in frustration and sigh really loudly, while you were enjoying your brownie

y/n: what are you guys talking about-
bakugo: nothing! — I mean.. nothing
y/n: okay..?
bakugo: i'll catch you guys later, I have to go do some things.
y/n: bye!

he walked away waving his hand and you sat there in confusion

y/n: do you want half of my brownie?
kirishima: sure
y/n: here, now if I ever need money you need to give me some
kirishima: what! how does that work! it's a brownie!
y/n: you heard me

you said, hopping off the counter and walking to your dorm with a smug smile on your face.