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Shinsou was having a bad day.
He had forgotten to set his alarm for the morning, so he overslept and missed all his morning classes. Worse, he had a borderline grade in one of those classes, and they had a test that day. He anxiously went to his professor’s office hours, but she refused to allow a retake. Something about “accountability” and “unfair advantage” and “real life isn’t fair.” Why she couldn’t have just said “no” and left it at that, Shinsou wouldn’t know.
His next class wasn’t until 2 PM, so he trudged back to his apartment hoping to catch a nap before lunch. Too bad his roommate Neito was banging some chick. At least this time he bothered to leave a neat little note on the door; Shinsou didn’t need a repeat of walking into Neito getting sucked off while a friend filmed the entire thing. Apparently, Neito had thought it would be funny to send it to his ex to piss her off. Shinsou didn’t get it because Neito gets back together with his ex like every other month. Itsuka once told him that she finds Neito’s pettiness cute. Even weirder, “Dating in short intervals means the honeymoon never ends,” she said.
Shinsou really didn’t get it.
Anyways, he ended up biking to his friend’s place to crash for a few hours. Uninvited, of course. Izuku isn’t subtle with where he hides the spare key, and he’s too nice to kick Shinsou out of the apartment. His boyfriend Bakugou isn’t, but to his luck the rabid mutt wasn’t there at the time.
Shinsou took a nice nap and found Izuku’s meal prep in the fridge. Not as good as Neito’s cooking but at least it’s edible. Better than risking food poisoning from the cafeteria, that’s for sure.
~~~
Shinsou was having a terrible day.
He walked out of Izuku’s apartment only to find his bike stolen. The bike lock was lying on the ground, unlocked.
It’s a combination lock cable.
That means someone stood there for who knows how long testing out combinations of four numbers until the lock opened. How…who…wha-
Shinsou didn’t want to think about it. With less than 20 minutes to get to class, he called an Uber. No way was he going to trust the bus in his moment of need. Not after last week’s incident when the driver clearly saw him running after the bus, smirked, and sped up. Shinsou knows it was on purpose. They had made eye contact for a good three seconds.
Anyways, he made it to class on time, only to realize he forgot his pencil case. And this was a seminar course, meaning the professor doesn’t post lecture notes. He turned to the guy next to him (Kumito? Kameri? Something like that) to ask for a pen. For the next hour, he wrote his notes with a bright yellow pen with a plastic hamburger glued to its top. Kaminari (he heard the professor call on him) himself was using a hotdog shaped pen.
“Aren’t they kitschy?” No. No, Shinsou does not think so. It did write well, though. Shinsou gave him credit for that.
~~~
Shinsou was having a horrible day.
Neito’s club meeting ended around the same time as his class so Shinsou was chauffeured (Neito would kill him if he knew he thought this, but hey, it’s not his fault that Neito refuses to let him drive his car) back to their apartment.
It was almost 4 PM at that point, so Shinsou decided to pour himself a cup of coffee to power him through his homework. Especially for his physics problem set. God, he wished he could go back in time to tell Newton to shut up about his laws of motion. He’s a psychology major. Why does he even have to take physics? To his utter dismay, his trusty coffee machine decided to break down at that exact moment. Coffee leaked from various crevices of the machine, and Shinsou wanted to leak some tears as well. Mood. He took a picture, uploaded it to his Instagram, and captioned it as so.
Thank you, Izuku, for your sympathy, but no, praying will not help. It’s broken. What could the big guys upstairs possibly do?
With no other option, he walked down the street to the nearest coffee shop, witnessed a part-timer named Tetsutetsu grind that bean juice like his life depended on it, and felt just a little bit better. Just a smidge.
On his walk back, he saw a poor cat stuck in a tree and heard it yowling to be saved. Seeing that no one else was bothering to help—assholes—he decided to complete his good deed for the day. He set down his coffee, climbed up the tree, and pspspsp-ed at the feline only for it to be an absolute menace to him. The moment he had it in his arms, the cat miraculously gained the courage to jump down to the sidewalk, but not before hissing in his face and frantically scratching up his arms.
With his wounded pride and coffee in hand, Shinsou made his way back home. But not before the universe decided to fuck with him one more time.
Some kid racing on his scooter ran into him, causing him to trip into a patch of wet concrete. Luckily only his shoes were stained. Unluckily, they were ruined forever according to Google. Maybe Neito can think of a solution, he thought. The dude can be pretty crafty.
~~~
Shinsou was having a disastrous day.
With dinner eaten and homework finished, Shinsou decided to give himself a spa day. After the day he’s had, he deserved one.
Shower? Taken. Lights? Dimmed. Humidifier? On. Essential oils? Diffused. His body? Not on the bed.
Why?
Because some asshole knocked on his door and Neito wasn’t in the apartment to answer it for him. Thankfully, it was just some flyer designed with poor graphics inviting him to a totally not shady party later that night.
Not thinking much of it, Shinsou returned to his bedroom to continue his spa day. He was about to open a bottle of eucalyptus-scented body lotion, but he accidentally knocked it off his dresser table.
It was a glass bottle.
So now, not only are his muscles unrelaxed and skin not moisturized but also his floor is a mess of broken glass and exploded white goo. The ironic label Stress Relief on the bottle mocked him.
Fuck it. He’s going to this party. Who cares if it was a Wednesday? But not before texting Neito to call the police and pick him up if he’s not back by 1 AM. He’s not unhinged enough yet to compromise his safety. That flyer was really suspicious.
~~~
The situation did not improve at the nightclub, unfortunately. Shinsou started out the night sipping red wine (He’s a classy fellow, okay?) and finished the night with downing tequila shots. Standing on a table. Surrounded by strangers chanting “Drink Joe’s water!” (lol is this a cult, he thought) Oh, and he was hugging a stripper who was taking shots with him.
How did it get to that point?
Blame the lady that tried to grind on him only spill her solo cup of jungle juice on his white shirt. Well, it was a white and red shirt now. Shinsou understandably proceeded to descend into chaos.
~~~
Shinsou was having…Shinsou was…Shinsou—
Shinsou passed out on the sidewalk outside of a shady nightclub, too hammered to walk straight, let alone see straight. Shinsou’s day was so shit, he might as well end the day with shit. No, literally, he stepped on dog shit before passing out. So Shinsou decided to lay there, white shirt soaked with mysterious red stains, shoes stained with dog shit and concrete, and arms covered in scratches from an ungrateful stray cat. Shinsou had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, and nothing could have made this day even shittier than it already was.
Well, almost nothing.
Almost nothing except his classmate in his seminar, Kaminari, the owner of the hamburger pen, who unfortunately couldn’t tell the difference between a dead body and a living one.
~~~
Kaminari was walking back home after switching off with a coworker at the convenience store he part-timed at. He checked his phone. 1:20 AM. He stayed later than usual because his coworker had a “family emergency.” Yeah, right. The dude was in Kirishima’s class, and Kaminari knew there was an essay due at midnight.
Normally, his girlfriend Jirou would pick him up, but they had gotten into an argument yesterday. Something about being brainless and forgetting to leave the toilet seat down. She’s been giving him the cold shoulder since then, so he figured it would be “brainless” of him to ask her to pick him up.
He was about to give his buddy Ojiro a call when he saw a body on the sidewalk across the street from him. Wait. A body?
Kaminari ran across the crosswalk (after checking both sides, of course). He leaned in real close, smelled something real foul, and stared in abject horror for a good minute before noticing the purple hair.
“Oh shit, it’s Shinsou!” he whisper-shouted. Taking a better look at him, he noticed the red splotches on Shinsou’s shirt.
“Is that…b-b-blood…?” he gasped. A beat later. “OMG HE’S DEAD!” he screeched. Kaminari frantically looked around him, making eye contact with whoever he could to ask for help. Sadly, not many people were out on the streets at midnight on Wednesdays.
Well, then. Kaminari only had one other option. When in doubt, call Baku-bro.
Baku-bro picked up after four tries.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, DUNCE FACE?!” he bellowed. After five years of friendship, Kaminari knew better than to stick his phone next to his ear when talking to Baku-bro.
“I need help!!” Kaminari blubbered. He wasn’t crying but he sure wanted to.
“Well, ugh fuck, sucks to be you. I’m BUSY!” Baku-bro groaned the last few words. Actually…he sounded quite out of breath. And was that…moaning??? Kaminari mortifyingly realized Baku-bro was balls-deep inside Midoriya. Mustering up the courage, Kaminari insisted Baku-bro help him.
“I found a dead body!! What do I do?!” Kaminari implored.
“Haah? Then call for help, idiot!” Baku-bro growled.
Wtf? Isn’t that what Kaminari was doing?
Help = Baku-bro
Too bad he couldn’t complain. Baku-bro hung up on him.
Kaminari slowly looked back at the prone body of Shinsou. He cautiously prodded his torso with his foot. No reaction. Kaminari really wanted to cry.
He was about to call Jirou (her anger be damned) when his phone vibrated with a series of incoming text messages from Baku-bro.
STAY THERE
DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING
FUCK
YOU OWE ME FOR THIS
PIECE OF SPARKY SHIT
Kaminari stared at his right foot. Oops. Too late. He already failed Baku-bro’s instructions.
The next 30 minutes passed in a blur. Bakugou arrived with Midoriya and Kirishima in tow, and after quickly learning that 1) Shinsou was passed out, 2) Shinsou was probably drunk, 3) Shinsou wasn’t dead, and 4) Kaminari was an idiot, the four of them worked together to stuff Shinsou into the backseat (Bakugou wanted to put him in the trunk, but Midoriya said no) and take him to his apartment, complementary instructions by Midoriya.
Upon arriving at the apartment, however, they were greeted with police cars and a concerned Neito. Shinsou did say to call the police if he wasn’t back by 1 AM. It was 2:30 AM. Good job, Neito.
Shinsou would not know this until the next morning, but he officially had the worst day in history.
~~~
Sero didn’t tag along because he slept through all of Bakugou’s calls.
Sero dreamt about a grape chased by a pitchfork yelling “DIE”. The pitchfork awfully sounded like Bakugou.
Sero found out in the group chat the next morning that Shinsou died because of Kaminari.
Sero didn’t know who Shinsou was, but he thought, damn, that’s rough, buddy.
Oh, he didn’t know the half of it.