thebookloverforlife
"You're late," he says immediately. Jirou stands in the doorway clad in a worn band tee, oversized zip-up hoodie that looks to be splattered with bleach, and soft pants, a hole or two peeking through the fabric.
"By five minutes, Bakugou," she responds exasperated. "You did call for this to happen right after dinner. I needed to grab my stuff."
"Whatever, Earphones, just hurry up and get to work," he snaps and turns around back inside his room. Jirou rolls her eyes and enters the room, shutting the door behind her.
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Friendships can be made through one's desperation and another's animosity. Isn't that interesting?
(Or Jirou needs help throwing a punch properly and turns to violent-happy Bakugou for tips)