Bakugou brought his hand to his face, elbow on his thighs as he stared lazily at you. His expression, as always, had his eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed, making his irritation obvious. The noise of your roommates in the common areas of the dorm also didn't go unnoticed; even from a distance, it was still audible. You were in his room because you'd asked him to help you study. Well, it might not have been the best choice—Yaoyorozu, Iida, or even Midoriya would have taught you this much more gently and patiently. Bakugou didn't. He got stressed easily if you made a mistake.

This time, you studied for a few minutes before you started speaking; and my God, when you started, you wouldn't shut up. It felt like someone had shoved an MP3 player with every word in the dictionary down your throat and played it. He wasn't even paying attention to what you were saying anymore, and even when he tried to interrupt you, you kept talking.

He bit his lower lip lightly, pulling your arm away from where it was supporting him. Without thinking, he pulled you by the nape of your neck and pressed his lips against yours. You couldn't even process how many seconds or even minutes passed, just like that, with your lips together, because of the shock. When you parted, he was still irritated, a faint, almost imperceptible blush on his cheeks. "Shut up, weirdo! Didn't you come to study? Then pay attention!" he growled, still holding you close.