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Aoyama was sitting at his desk, as per usual. With his hands cupping his face and his unwavering smile plastered onto his face, he just stared in front. Admittedly, he was a bit drowsy, and he had trouble just keeping his eyes open. A familiar figure stepped in front of him, but the French student was too tired to register who it was until they rudely caught his attention.
“Hey, glittery fuck!” Bakugou yelled at the poor, tired, startled boy.
“Wh- oh, h-hello there, monsieur Bakugou! Is there something you need from me?” He almost cringed at his response, tripping over his words like that. If only he’d been paying more attention!
He would be quick to lose his composure again, though, when his short-fused classmate suddenly looked around to class and caught everyone’s attention with a loud “HEY!”. Once everyone was looking their way, some mumbling about what he could possibly be planning, Bakugou turned back to Aoyama.
He swore he could see a hint of hesitation in the other boy before he grabbed him by the tie and pulled him towards him for a quick kiss. Nothing big, just a quick peck on the lips.
Some of the more shippy people, like Hagakure and Ashido, cheered, some of the more quietly supportive, like Midoriya and Kouda, just clapped, and some barely gave a reaction. Aoyama himself gave a quick gasp, his hands covering his face after the split second of contact, and blushed, though he wasn’t embarrassed. Rather, he was very happy.
He could barely keep himself from giggling like a schoolgirl when Bakugou went back to his own seat after Aizawa walked in, seemingly disinterested in what had caused the ruckus in the classroom.
Aoyama was much more awake during the rest of class, but that didn’t mean he could focus at all.
After class, as he was putting his books back in his sparkly bag, Bakugou went to him again, this time accompanied by the usual friends hanging around him. The still giddy with glee Ashido, the widely grinning Kaminari and Sero, and the ecstatic-looking Kirishima, all seemed incredibly happy with this situation.
Aoyama gave Bakugou his most charming of smiles. “Is there something I could help with?”
“Yeah.” A pause, as he looked at the other four kids, who all gave him an encouraging nod, then his red eyes met with purple ones again. “Wanna go to the cafe with us?”
A nudge on the shoulder from Ashido, and he corrected himself. A bit of a blush could be detected if you were observant, and Aoyama just so happened to be.
“With-with me. With me, go to the cafe with me.”
Aoyama’s smile brightened. “I would love to!”