Making reparations with Kaminari has to be the best thing I've done in recent memory. Waking up the next morning, I feel a thousand times lighter. Colours seem brighter, my steps are bouncier and this whole quarantine thing doesn't seem to be so bad.I get dressed for the day with a renewed sense of self. Today will be a good day, I can feel it.
After making my bed (Who am I? I never make my bed...) and pocketing my phone, I make my way out of the room, shutting the door behind me.
The distinctive click confirming the door has closed properly rings out into the corridor. Simultaneously I hear another door shut close by.
I peer down the hallway to identify the source of the noise and find Bakugo swiftly locking up the door to the mysterious, unidentified room. He turns the key and then whirls around, spotting me down the hall.
I mentally note that he's wearing a shirt this time—thank the gods.
"Hey." I blurt out as we make eye contact.
"Hey." he responds, his eyes widening slightly in surprise at my sudden materialization in the corridor.
We stand in silence for a moment, my curiosity as to what lies beyond the door set ablaze.
"What's up?" I ask, eyes darting to the inscrutable door, and then back to Bakugo.
"Nothing." he answers a little too quickly, shifting his stance uneasily. "What's up with you?" he adds after a pause.
What could he have been doing in there? Why was he acting so suspicious?
Still eyeing me warily, he attempts to discreetly pocket the key to the door.
I watch with a blank expression, warring with myself as to whether I should ask him about the room behind him.
"Nothing." I say, ultimately deciding not to choose violence this morning.
Bakugo's gaze narrow at my response. His crimson eyes hold my forest green ones in a deadlock, seeming to analyze my reply until he abruptly turns away, stomping down the hall and sealing himself away in his bedroom.
I exhale the breath I didn't realize I was holding.
What a weird guy.
I'm a little upset that I didn't even get a glimpse into the secret room before it was secured from my prying eyes, but I am not about to let that ruin the great day I am determined to have. I shake off the strange interaction and make my way down to the kitchen.
I idly scroll through my phone for a while, sat atop a stool at the island, catching up on the latest memes and responding to unopened text messages. Bakugo eventually meanders into the kitchen and starts making breakfast.
The pair of us coexist in comfortable silence, ignoring 'The Hallway Incident' like we ignore all our problems. If you don't acknowledge it, it doesn't exist... At least, that's what we pretend.
Bakugo flits around the kitchen working his chef magic and I scroll socials like it's my job, until a plate is shoved into my line of sight.
"Eggs Benedict." the blond informs me, before taking a seat on the stool directly beside me. I make note of his bold choice not to leave a buffer stool between us, but make no comment.
"Fancy. Thanks." I pull the plate in front of me and waste no time diving in.
We eat quietly, finishing our respective egg dishes quite quickly. I stand and promptly begin washing up the dirty morning dishes after clearing my plate.
Bakugo finishes shortly after I do, padding around the island and placing his plate in the sink before returning to his stool. Instead of retreating to his room right away like he normally does, the blond lingers, nonchalantly absorbed in his phone.
Although I notice his unusual presence, I once again refrain from commenting. I focus on completing my task, making quick work of the sink full of dishes.
Closing the dishwasher, I press the START button.
"What are you doing today?" Bakugo asks as I turn towards the island, his eyes still fixed to his phone apathetically.
My eyes widen in surprise, but I mostly keep my facial expressions under control, "Uhh, haven't really thought too hard about that yet. I might—"
I'm cut off by my phone very loudly sounding off. The phone alarm blares into the kitchen, and I fumble awkwardly for my cell phone, trying to erase the deafening noise from the room.
"What the fuck is that?" Bakugo grimaces, covering his ears in annoyance, his nose scrunching up in irritation.
"I-I'm not sure, hang on," I clumsily free my phone from my pants pocket attempting to disable the loud noise. I finally manage to switch off the ear-piercing sound, and Bakugo lowers his hands away from his ears, muttering curses under his breath, scowl still present.
"I don't remember setting an alarm." I tell the blond in confusion, unlocking my device to investigate further. "The only alarm I have set is for—"
I feel my stomach drop as the wires in my brain connect and I comprehend the meaning behind the alert.
"Oh my god." I exclaim, running a hand through my curls in disbelief, staring at my phone screen in pure wonderment.
"The fuck??" Bakugo queries, still in the dark about the velocity of the situation at hand.
"Jesus fucking christ, it's happening, it's happening!" I can feel the elation lighting up my face, excitement bubbling up in my stomach.
"What the fuck is happening?" Bakugo demands with growing impatience.
"I can't believe it. It's been like two months since the last one." I babble in ascending enthusiasm.
"Two months since the last god damn what?!" Bakugo shouts, abruptly standing from his stool with such force, the chair clatters to the floor.
"The T.V." I state suddenly, snapping my head towards the direction of the living room. I tune out Bakugo's incessant questions and race toward my target.
As quickly as possible, I switch on the television and plant myself on the sofa, pulling up a familiar application onto the screen.
"YouTube?" the grumpy blond observes, watching in bewilderment as the video streaming service loads in front of us, "Why do you have an alarm set for fucking YouTube?" he scoffs, slowly rounding the couch and hesitantly sitting one cushion away from me.
"It's an upload alarm." I explain passionately, "I coded an app to alert me every time he uploads, since it happens so infrequently. I'll have to rework the alert volume because that was ridiculously fucking loud, but it works! I completely forgot I did that." I chatter animatedly.
"Every time WHO fucking uploads?" Bakugo asks impatiently, crossing his arms and glowering at me as he waits for an answer.
"Dream!" I proclaim with vigor, my face breaking out into a smile.
"The shitty Minecraft guy?" he asks with distaste, his frown transforming into a judgemental eyebrow furrow, "The one who fucking cheated?"
"You've heard of him?!" I ask in surprise, choosing to ignore his second question.