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“omgomgomgomg, oh my god!”
denki kaminari bursts into the library, zero tact, completely out of breath.
face all flushed, chest heaving as he rushes past other students scattered about the library shelves. half-hearted apologies are thrown over his shoulder as he tries to spot his people.
he’s so winded. and he hates running.
but he sees them, a flash of red hair in the far left corner, fucking finally. denki’s excitement comes back at full force and he nearly knocks bakugou's laptop clean off the table when he drops his backpack and practically leaps over the table, to try and talk to sero.
three heads snap up at the intrusion.
bakugou, who was sat minding his own fucking business, turns his head in absolute disbelief, about to swing on the guy, but pauses at denki's heavy breathing and frazzled state. and kirishima's noise of concern is brushed off with a “gimme a second” as the blonde heaves for a minute, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"ohmygod sero, bro," denki gasps out finally.
he swallows.
“i just— dude— i saw the baddest girl ever, you gotta come quick."
and any concerns over the blonde’s state quickly wash away.
bakugou rolls his eyes with a scoff, kirishima leans back into his chair with a sigh of relief, and hanta sero looks up from his laptop, disinterestedly. "dude, what? where?"
denki takes the seat opposite to his best friend, and points frantically from where he's just stumbled through the big oak doors of the library.
“bro, bro, bro, bro,” the blonde starts as he runs a hand through his hair, the chair below him creaking under his movements.
he looks up at his friend, amber eyes gleaming, brows wiggling. “outside on the quad, there was a girl with the hair, and the eyes.”
you see, sero, kirishima, and bakugou had been in the library for at least three hours now.
and, god, hanta was bored.
like, bored bored. like, shitty-phone-service bored. like, no-songs-in-his-playlist-are-worth-listening-to bored.
like, so bored that he'd given up on waiting for denki to show face, and had actually started studying.
hanta rolls his shoulder with a yawn and nods at denki to continue.
bakugou sends both of them a death glare before making a whole show of aggressively putting his headphones on.
hanta pulls a face at him then stretches out his back against the side chair. his joints ache in that way they do when you sit in the same position for a long time.
then he sits upright at the library table, his voice dropping to a mock whisper and he drawls, "bro really said 'hair’ and ‘eyes'."
"just shut up for a sec," denki hisses back, still panting, and slumps down on the table, partially on top of one of hanta's textbooks, "damn—, i really need to start hitting the gym, fuck, my chest hurts."
the brunette is quick with his words so denki jumps back in before he can even start.
"you gotta—just–listen—soooo, i'm walking outside by that big tree on the quad becuase it's super windy and i can't catch a light, like the wind is winding out there—and, oh, i can't even describe her, but yeah, there was one loud smell, and you know me, i had to follow it and BAM, there she was, sat behind the bike shed with, what's his name?"
he jabs a thumb at kiri, "his friend. y'know the guy with the hair- yeah- uh, they were smoking that good stuff like—"
his increasingly long winded tale, that is increasingly arising in volume, in very quiet section of the library, is cut off by a very impolite bakugou clearing his throat, threat clear in his eyes.
it seems like hanta's brain is finally starting to switch on, as his eyes widen at the implication of denki's words.
"oh shit," he wiggles his eyebrows at his friend playfully, his voice still low, "is she still outside? i have to see this..."
"—fucking duh!" denki 'whispers' back gesturing wildly with is arms.
"that's what i've been trying to say but your slow ass keeps asking me questions and—”
the blonde pauses, suddenly snatching up hanta's notebook to cover his face as he ducks.
"and what?" sero repeats, his face scrunching in confusion.
"shut—the fuck up," the break in denki's voice is comical, "holy shit, don't make it obvious, she's behind—”
and sero's head whips to the side so fast, i swear there was an audible click. and sure enough, if he tilts his head, and squints to look, in the gaps in between the bookshelves, there you are.
"i said don't make it obvious, you fucking moron."
too late now.
he's staring at you unabashedly as you walk into their section behind two of your friends, easy smile gracing your features, as you all take a seat on one of the open tables across the library.
"oh shit," hanta gulps moving to look at denki, who has now leaned over the table to stare at you from over hanta's shoulder, "she does have hair and eyes."
"what did i just say fucking say, i swear, this guy—"
the blonde is too loud in his ear and hanta pushes his friend's head away with his palm, eyes still on your person. "have you talked to her yet?"
"what part are you not getting?" and denki gets all up in his face and pushes his own fingers into hanta's forehead in retaliation, as he repeats, hisses, exasperated, "i saw her, and then, i came straight here, to find you."
"what, oh..." the realisation dawns on him finally and a lazy smirk creeps onto his features, "bro, your superrr freaky, i'm in, hundred percent. do you think she'll be down?"
"you're both fucking idiots, you know that, right?"
bakugou who had been listening, eavesdropping, in on their conversation, scoffs derisively at his friends.
"thought you were studying, kacchan?"
kirishima had been sat next to hanta, his gaze flitting between the two grinning fools. and when the question in his eyes goes unanswered by either, bakugou sighs deeply, and points, with violent intent for sure, his mechanical pencil in the direction of the other blonde.
“weren't you there? last friday night? when the fuck-squad was playing 'would you rather', talkin' bout—”
"about threesomes!" denki cuts in, grin manic, as hanta snickers opposite him, "ok kiri, lemme' ask you, because we've been debating for like two days, would you rather a threesome with another guy, or two girls? because i said another guy—”
“wait i am so lost, what—”
“fellas, is it gay to wanna be in a threeway with your homie?”