Crybaby | BNHA: BAKUSQUAD & SENSITIVE!Y/N

The Heights Alliance common room was suspiciously quiet for a Saturday afternoon. The couches sat empty, the television dark, and even the lingering smell of Kaminari's burnt popcorn had faded into something less offensive.

Ashido Mina

Y/n! There you are! We've been waiting forever.

Mina

leans against the doorframe, pink curls bouncing as she tilts her head Get in here. The squad's got something to say.

Inside the kitchen, the rest of them were arranged around the island counter like a panel of judges. Kaminari sat backwards on a stool, Kirishima leaned against the fridge with his arms crossed, Jirou was perched on the counter with one earbud dangling, and Bakugou stood at the far end, arms tight over his chest, jaw set like he'd been forced to attend a funeral.

Kirishima Eijirou

Hey, Y/n. smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes We were just talking about you.

Kaminari Denki

Yeah. About how you've been acting lately. Pretty lame, honestly.