Bakugou lay sleepless in his bed. A quick glance at the time told him that it was already half past one. The thin curtains let the faint moonlight into his room and an angry expression lay over the face of the ash blonde. Why the fuck couldn't he sleep? It had been an ordinary day. Apart from the little incident with Kirishima; the redhead had invited him to get ice cream, which he had rejected without hesitation. It was cold and he had no interest in spending his afternoon with the others. For some reason Kirishima had looked quite hurt. Sometimes he just didn't know what was going on in that red head. It wasn't that he didn't like him, even though he'd never admit that. He was always in a good mood, had a constant shark grin on his face and was someone who was friends with everyone. But sometimes he got on Bakugou's nerves. No matter what it was, he would invite him. A movie night with the class, if he wanted to go into town or desperately knocked on his door because he needed help with his homework.
As he said, it wasn't that he didn't like him, he was even the only one in the class he would call a friend. But Bakugou was a loner who concentrated mainly on himself and his goals. Every time he refused an offer from Kirishima though, a shadow lay over the redhead's face and his grin became a little less wide. Bakugou had noticed this and sometimes he felt almost bad about it. Something he hadn't felt before. Feelings of guilt. Kirishima was important to him because he was his only friend here, even if he didn't understand him sometimes. Like why did it obviously make him so sad just because he didn't feel like doing this social shit with the class?
Bakugou shook his head to get rid of the thoughts of the redhead. The digital clock on his nightstand jumped to two o'clock and he let out an annoyed groan. He tossed the blanket aside and got up. Maybe a little fresh night air would help him. He went to the balcony door and pulled the curtains to the side before opening it. The cool air mixed with the warm air in his room before he took a step outside and closed the door behind him. He was barefoot and the cold stone panels felt rough under his feet.
He took a step forward and leaned against the steel railing. With his eyes closed, he took a deep breath of the cold night air. Then he opened them again and looked up to the moon. It was almost full moon, so the light was enough to illuminate the campus.
For a while he stood there, looking at the dark landscape and let the cool air envelope him until he began to shiver. He was about to go back in, when he noticed a movement from the corner of his eye. It took him a moment to work out what had attracted his attention, but then he saw it. Something seemed to float down from high in the sky. He squinted his eyes. Whatever it was, it seemed to come out of nowhere. It was too far away to have fallen off the dorm building. From the size of the object and the way it fell, it seemed to be a thin, flat and light item. A sheet of paper? Bakugou watched frowning as it fell to the grass. Curious, he peered down, deciding what to do next. He briefly considered whether he should simply clear the distance with a few targeted explosions but knew that this was a bad idea. It was the middle of the night and he would wake up the whole dorm, maybe even get a warning from Aizawa. He memorized the exact location of the object and then turned sighing to go down through the dormitory.
He quietly closed his room door and sneaked down the hall. The building was badly soundproofed and he didn't want to wake his classmates. Not out of consideration, but rather because he didn't want to listen to stupid questions. Because what was he supposed to say? Something weird fell out of the sky and he just wanted to see what it was? No way. Especially as it would probably only cause more questions, and end up just being an advertising poster that was blown by the wind onto the campus.
Bakugou had never walked down the stairs to the common room at night. The building was unusually quiet. Normally, there would always be shouting.
When he opened the main entrance door, he quickly checked whether he actually had his key with him. Relieved, he heard the familiar rattling as he reached into his trouser pocket. He remembered the place where the object had fallen and walked around the building and found the right lawn, his gaze fixed on the dark spot on the grass, which he had immediately spotted. Slowly he stepped towards it and let his shoulders sink disappointedly. It actually was just a sheet of paper. He scooped it up it and frowned.
The paper was heavy and rough, almost parchment-like. He could see that it was covered with characters in some sort of order, but the moonlight wasn't enough to decipher anything. He looked up and wondered where it had come from. But as he had already noticed from the balcony, there was no building in the immediate vicinity and, as he had only just realized, there was no wind. The theory of it blowing in didn't make sense then.
He decided to go back to his room. It was cold and he didn't want to spend any more time out here. Tip toeing as quietly as before, he snuck back through the hallways of the dorm.
He quietly closed the room door behind him. He was quite tired, but curiosity gnawed at him. He went to his desk and turned on the lights before he sat down. It wasn't like Bakugou was particularly experienced with things like this, but he'd never seen or held a material like this before. It was strangely warm, even though it had just been lying in the cold. Then he focused on the characters. They were so tightly written that Bakugou had trouble deciphering them. The low contrast between the black ink and the dark parchment didn't make it any easier for him. He frowned. They seemed to be names. Arranged in pairs and neatly separated from each other by a line.
There were countless pairs of them so it was pointless to read through each one, especially since he noticed after the first couple of lines that he didn't recognise any of them. Instead he held the parchment under the light and looked at it more closely. He saw nothing conspicuous until he tilted it a little and saw that the upper half shimmered slightly. Bakugou squinted his eyes together and saw that it was the nature of the ink. But at a certain point down the page, the writing was matt, like any other ink. He still held the sheet out under the light and noted the place where the ink changed.
He looked at the names and froze. "Kirishima Eijirou" stood there in shimmering ink and next to it in matt "Bakugou Katsuki".
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CUPID'S LIST (Kirishima x Bakugou)
Fanfiction[ENG] [COMPLETED] One night Bakugou stood on his balcony and he noticed a movement from the corner of his eye. A sheet of paper seemed to float down from high in the sky. The paper was heavy and rough, almost parchment-like and was covered with tigh...
