𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢

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Bakugo POV

I've been in a pretty good mood since coming out the the oldies. My dad was cool about it, but he'll follow anything the hag says. If she was homophobic, he'd be too. He has no backbone.

At school that morning, I wash my hands dutifully in the bathroom sink. Glancing in the mirror, I see that purple-haired extra come out from a stall behind me. He washes his hands and leaves, studiously ignoring me.

A few seconds later, Pikachu steps out from the same stall, doing up his belt buc— wait, what!?

"What the fuck, Dunce-face?" I demand, jamming the tap water shut.

He grins at me sheepishly. "Pretend you didn't see that."

I'm aware my jaw is dragging on the floor, so I shut it quickly. "You have absolutely no right to call me Baku-hoe anymore. Hooking up on school grounds!" I tut.

He begins tucking in his shirt. "You're just jealous cause you can't get it on with Mido!"

I so regret telling him that. "Go fuck yourself."

"I would, but I can just get Toshi to do it for me," he replies wittily.

"Slut," I say, only half-meaning it.

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