The sound of yelling led me straight to the infirmary.

I opened the door to Grandma Chiyo and Bakugo screaming at each other.

I closed the door.

Bye bye bye bye bye byebybeyebyebyebyebeybeyeyehyebwyb1eyuf1.

I was not ready for whatever was happening in there. I would never be ready for what was happening in there.

If this were a life or death situation I would choose death before getting into a room with Bakugo and Grandma Chiyo.

"LET ME GO YOU OLD HAG."

"YOUNG MAN!"

That my friends is the sound of the apocalypse.

I started to walk away. Slowly at first so they wouldn't notice someone was outside and faster as I was growing more desperate to avoid this whole situation.

Before long I was far enough away that everything was quiet I leaned against a wall debating going back and talking to Bakugo.

That is what you set out to do u absolute rasin.

I could hear the roar of the crowd and the sounds of people talking from further down the hall. If I strained really hard I could hear the sound of Bakugo muttering to himself about the match.

Wait, what?

Bakugo was back at the infirmary. The muttering grew closer.

"Bakugo? Is that you?" I asked my eyes squeezed shut still holding on to that last bit of quiet.

"No, it's Deku, you idiot." It's definitely Bakugo.

"Wow, Midoriya your voice has really changed!" I opened my eyes a thin smile stretching across my features. "You've actually changed a lot," I paused flouncing over to Bakugo and grabbing his hand "You look exactly like Bakugo- if not better."

At this Bakugo let go of my hand and scowled small sparks flickering in the palms of his hands.

"You want to say that again dumbass." He leaned forward.

"If anything it's a compliment," I murmured smiling and stepping up on my tiptoes. He relaxed, his arms falling back to his sides.

He leaned forward going in for a kiss.

I THINK NOT SIR.

I flicked his nose dashing away from the now raging blonde.

MY LIFE DEPENDS ON GETTING AWAY FROM HIM.

"YOU CAN'T CATCH ME!" I screamed dashing around a corner and into the nearest room. I held my hand on the doorknob keeping it shut. I remained quiet focusing on the sounds of footsteps *cough* and screaming *cough* gradually receding.

It was only after I was sure he was gone that I looked around the rest of the room. A large glass window that looked out onto the stadium allowed light to stream into the room. Two chairs and a control panel sat alongside that window.

What a strange room.

I locked the door behind me and walked over to the chairs. They were big office chairs the expensive kind that you see in commercials.

I stared at the chairs. They stood unmoving begging me to sit in them.

NO CHAIRS I WILL NOT.

I walked away from them investigating the rest of the room including the control panel. A large red button with the word "RECORD" on it in large font stood out among the rest.

So this is a recording studio of some sort...

I looked around at the rest of the panel. Small lights blinked in what was probably a noize indicator. A pair of headphones was hanging off of a small hook the label on it read "ur an idiot if you don't wear these."

I'm NOT an idiot.

Needless to say I had those on in a second and started angrily prancing around the room.

Who was this nameless person and why were they calling ME an idiot. 

The headphones were incredibly soundproofing- so much so that I couldn't hear a thing with them on. I looked out the large window doing my best to avoid pressing any buttons on the panel. It didn't take very long before I was incredibly bored of watching everyone run around I took off the headphones setting them back on the hook and walking to the door.

Ok, let's go find Bakugo!

Before I could put my hand on the shiny metal surface of the knob it turned itself.

I thought I locked it?

The door slowly opened- it's hinges creaking as it did.

It didn't creak when I first came in- this was a being of great power.

Instead of leaning on the door to keep it shut I made the wise decision of pretending I was ok dashing to one of the large chairs and sitting on it like some mafia boss. I heard the person stepping into the room grumbling slightly.

Who was it?

I listened for another second before giving up on my plan to stay hidden. If it was a villian they could fite me i could take them.

I spun the chair around facing my foe.

They passed in a blur of color as I continued to spin for the next five minutes.

Ok, I might've miscalculated.

Before I could make another rotation the person walked up and stopped me from spinning. This triggered a new ridiculously impobable event as my foot which hadn't stopped spinning practially d e t at ch e d from my body and slammed into the a big red button.

Which button?

Well, the control button of course.

Not that I realized.

"MY FOOT HURTS SO MUCH"

"YOUR FAULT DUMBASS"

"THE HELL BAKUGO"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS ME."

HoW DId YOU EQKJFEIOWHFWEIUHFIUEH

THIS BOY IS AN IDIOT.

"WHEN IS IT NOT YOU."

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WAS SAYING SHIT LIKE 'YOU LOOK BETTER THAN BAKUGO' TO FUCKING DEKU"

UM NO

"I WAS SAYING THAT TO YOU AS A JOKE YOU IDIOT."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN IDIOT."

"UHHHHHHHHHHH"

The door swung open my exasperated father powerwalked to the control panel practically punching the control panel.

You're supposed to say Detroit smash...

As soon as Dad walked into the room Bakugo became incredibly tense. I elbowed him gently.

Dad stared at us imcreduously. I stared back.

"Do you two have any idea what you were doing?" He grumbled pulling a chair up and collapsing into it.

What an old man.

"Stop it Y/N," Dear lord he's a mind reader also. I waited for Bakugo to respond for me. Unfortunately, the idiot was too tense to do anything. He just sorta stood there awkwardly.

Where's the impulsiveness when I need it???

"We were just talking..." I mumbled avoiding eyecontact.

"Yeah just talking to the entire stadium!" He barked out with the most energy I've seen him use in five years. I was about to ask him what he meant when everything clicked into place.

The headphones- protection against Uncle Yamada.

The control panel- a sound board.

The big record button- a trigger that started broadcasting to the entire stadium.

I paled. HELL NO.

"You two are the dumbest children I have seen did it just now click??" I glanced over at Bakugo who was just as shocked as I was.

We remained silent as Dad left the room briefly telling Bakugo to head to the award ceremony.

"Well, that's embarrassing."

"No shit dumbass."

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