#3 | let me help

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school was exhausting today─loads of homework were piling up. you slumped from your desk and got ready to deal with the spawn of satan in the gym.

you strolled in, eyes on the ground. you weren't in the mood to get scolded by him today─nor did you want to spout any comebacks.

you quietly put your bag on the ground and trudged to the male that was using a broom to sweep the garbage and dust on the ground into the dust pan.

"barou." you spoke, his head snapped to you with a scowl on his face.

"what the hell do you want." his response sounded more as a statement than a question.

"what can i do to help."

"like i told you. nothing. i don't need your help at all. just leave me the fuck alone." his tone was cold enough to send shivers down your spine.

this time you raised an eyebrow at him, "i don't buy that shit, let me help." annoyance laced your voice as you put your hands on your hips.

he let out an airy sigh, "you never give up do you?" his voice was shrill and raspy.

"never, now tell me. what can i do to help?"

barou started giving you orders on what to do. and it turns out, he was a brutal teacher.

if you missed even one spot while mopping or wiping he would make you do it over and over again.

not to mention if even the smallest amount of dust fell on the floor or any surface for that matter, he would freak and practically throw a tantrum.

by the time you two were done, you were sprawled out on the ground in a starfish position. you were breathing heavily as you held your stomach dramatically.

you were acting as if you were going to die.

"are you seriously that much of a pussy?" he looked down at you, hands on his hips─stoic expression as usual but there was a hint of curiosity.

you furrowed your brows at you as you sat up, pointing an accusing finger at him, "you practically tried to kill me! how the hell do you do this every day?!"

he scoffed and backed a step away from you, "if you can't deal with my style of cleaning. then you're weak."

you hoisted yourself up with your hands and wiped the sweat from your forehead, giving him a look of annoyance.

he stood there for a moment and waited for you to give a snarky response.

but nothing came.

you had turned to walk over to the door, deciding to ignore his words─leaving him in there alone.

you unlocked your phone as you started typing in the group chat.

the gropechat

y/n:guys i swear barou is trying to plot my murder.

if you find me dead blame him

isagi:what the hell did you do this time

y/n:WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DID I DO??

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

he practically tried to kill me with his 'cleaning style'

nagi:thats barou for you

isagi:i'm surprised he actually let you clean though

he always nagged us to clean and then all of a sudden was like "i'm cleaning go away!!!! 🤬🤬"

i swear he's bipolar

shidou:what saki was trying to say was that barou likes you!!! 🙂

isagi:my names isagi you dumb fuck

but yeah thats what i mean

y/n:oh hell NO.

he doesn't not like me bruh

i swear he wanted to kill me while i was cleaning

like one mess up and i would get beat istg

bachira:maybe that's his love language!

y/n:BEATING PEOPLE!?!

isagi:i mean knowing barou i wouldn't be surprised

he's like a psychopath

that ho literally punched me in the face and felt no remorse

y/n:IM CRYING

no but guys, theres no way in HELL he likes me or i like him

the hatred is mutual

bachira:keep telling yourself that babe