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All Kaminari wanted was to see Jirou play Time Bomb. She had gotten a relatively high score the last time, but he was on vacation and c’mon, she was one of his best friends, and this was one of his favorite games. Plus, once he got stuck on an idea it just wouldn’t go away. He had literally thrown himself across her lap and she still wasn’t relenting.
“There’s gotta be something to convince you! I need to see you in action!” Kaminari wailed with a pout. “I could....clean your room.”
She scoffed. “Kami, your room is a pigsty.” He shrugged. There was no disagreeing with that.
“Do your laundry?”
“Hell no.”
“Polish your instruments.”
“What?!?”
Kaminari sighed. This wasn’t working. Suddenly, the DVD logo bouncing around in his head hit the corner perfectly and he experienced a Thought.
“If you play I’ll be your wingman with Yaoyorozu.”
Jirou blushed violently. Finally, he was getting somewhere! Yaoyorozu adored him, and was one of the few to fully laugh at his jokes. He could totally work in some stories about Jirou. Would they make her sound cool? Probably not. But Yaoyorozu would love them and what Jirou doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
“Fine.” She muttered, not meeting Kaminari’s eyes.
“Really?!”
“Shut up!”
Jirou opened the door to Bakugou’s room. She had already scored 5 points for being the first one of the round.
Her plan was to paint some little cartoons all over Bakugou’s face and arms. She hoped that since she’d be using less pressure, he’d be less likely to wake up. If she was lucky she’d get some hair as well. Bakugou had drunken around 16 red bulls two days before to study for a test, and then slept through the next day. (Aizawa wasn’t happy, but he knew he had to grade all those exams and chose to take the excuse Kirishima gave him that Bakugou was sick.) That meant that he was going to be a light sleeper during his nap, and Jirou was counting on the others being too reckless.
She started off with little cats and smiley faces all over his arms, before painting Bakugou to look like a clown. She was finishing off his nose when, out of the blue, she sneezed. Her eyes flew open in shock as she looked for signs of him waking. His eyes fluttered open a little bit as he rubbed his nose.
Jirou freaked. He was gonna murder her. Unless-
She got him back to sleep.
Her mind raced as she tried to think of what calmed down toddlers. ‘Toys, food, TV, those stupid baby song,’ She ran through the list again. Songs!
“When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band,” At the sound of Jirou’s singing Bakugou sighed softly. She continued the song as she crept back towards the door.
Once Bakugou’s movements stilled, she opened the door and nearly tripped over herself rushing out.
Everyone else was sat around Bakugou’s door in a half circle, waiting expectantly for Jirou to say something.
“He woke up and I had to lull him back to sleep!”Jirou whisper wailed. Kaminari started giggling and Sero had to shush him so he wouldn’t wake Bakugou again .
“Wait, how?!” Kirishima exclaimed. “No one’s ever been able to get him to fall back asleep.
Jirou blushed a little. “I sang…”
Mina grinned. “Sang what?”
Jirou blushed hard. “Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.”
The Bakusquad had to rush to the common area so they could bust out into laughter. Jirou, Yaomomo, and Midoryia followed after, both the latter two confused as to what was so funny. Yaomomo leaned down to Jirou and whispered softly, “I think it’s a wonderful song.”
Jirou blushed the same color as her shirt.