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Bakugou often tells himself he doesn't believe in love. For starters, it's overrated and stupid. He just doesn't have time for things like that if he's going to become the number one hero. Sure, he’s aware that deep down it's not that he doesn’t believe in it, and that it’s just that he doesn’t want to partake in it, but there is no way he is going to become love's bitch. So, he is not going to crush on someone, nor is he is not going to rely on someone, but he is most definitely not going to fall in love.
Though, that's only what he tells himself.
"Yo!” a loud voice called out, “Bakugou, my man!”
"What in the fuck do you wa-" Bakugou started, only to be cut off.
He was sure he could successfully murder Kaminari right now, and probably get away with it.
"There's another one, man!" Kaminari somehow increased his volume, making Bakugou begin cracking his knuckles as a warning.
"Oh! Go on Kami~" Mina encouraged him.
"Look here, another note was taped to Bakugou's door!" Kaminari announced, making Bakugou’s ears perk up, “How cute, he’s got a lover!”
Bakugou got ready to grab Kaminari by his collar and give him a piece of his mind, but Todoroki spoke up from behind him before he could even move.
"Shall we read it, Bakugou?"
"Shut up, bastard! I’ll kill you!" Bakugou exclaimed, "Give me the damn paper or so help me god, " Bakugou clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes at Kaminari, who had the paper in his hands.
"Oh, I don't think so," Kaminari pulled the paper out of Bakugou’s reach, obviously getting a kick out of infuriating him.
Before he knew it, most people were gathered around Kaminari as he began to read the contents of the letter.
"Ahem!" Kaminari switched his voice into a deeper tone, "Dear Katsuki," people gasped at the use of his first name, "For some reason, you seemed to be glowing today. I don't know if it was a beam of light or just your natural beauty,” Kaminari paused, putting his hand on his heart, “love, someone who has fallen head over heels for you."
Oh's and Aw's erupted in the room as Bakugou snatched the paper from Kaminari, holding onto it as if his life depended on it. That was right after he saw a figure running down the hall at full speed, though.
"Fuck," he got ready to raise his voice, “all of you!” He yelled while igniting his quirk, threatening anyone who dared to near him.
He stomped into his room, deciding to read the note once for himself. Once turned into twice, and twice turned into ten times. He read it over and over, all with the same blush on his face.
Stupid, he thought to himself, stupid, stupid, stupid.
To make matters worse, this was the sixth note. Sixth!
The note was thrown across the room. He then got up out of regret, going to fetch the note because, why damage something someone put their heart into for me, but he stubbed his toe when getting up, which then resulted in him getting angry and throwing a book at his wall and a knock at his door.
"Go away," he called out.
"No can do, Bakugou! You gotta let me in," the voice replied.
Bakugou walked to the door — well, stomped — and opened it, but then decided to close it, thinking, I opened the door, they just weren’t fast enough to walk in.
Kirishima’s hand is what stopped the door from fully shutting.
"Man, what was all that noise?" he let himself in, "I mean, I know you threw something, but why? Is everything all right?" a simple question, to which Bakugou could easily reply with a simple answer. Just a simple, all good, but when he looked at Kirishima’s face, into his worried eyes, he wanted to tell him what was wrong.
It felt nice to have someone genuinely care about him.
"It's the dumb note,” he mumbled, making Kirishima say, what?
“It’s the dumb note, okay! For some reason, I can’t stop reading it or thinking about it, I don't even know who wrote it!" Bakugou exclaimed, running his hands through his hair.
"Oh," Kirishima doesn't even think Bakugo heard him, because he continued.
"The thing is, I don't have time for it, for any of it! If I’m going to be the number one hero, then I don’t have time for some stupid romantic relationship that's not even gonna last more than a month! Yet here we are, a stupid kid putting another note on my door like it's some game. I hate it,” Baukugo sighed, “I hate that I’m going to have to upset another person.”
He looked over at Kirishima, who was sitting next to him on his bed. He was frowning — eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, frowning.
"Well,” Kirishima started, “I’m sure they will stop with the notes, it's not that big of a deal."
"Yeah,” Bakugou agreed, even though he was confused. He was going to say something more, but Kirishima stood up.
“I gotta go, man, see you later!" Kirishima said with a forced smile; so forced Bakugou could immediately tell it was forced.
Bakugou stared at the door Kirishima walked out of. Was it something he said? Did he talk too much? Should he go check on him, force himself into his life just as he did for him?
The answer was no, but only for now.
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Bakugou was unusually happy when class ended and of course, he didn't show it, but he did walk slightly faster to the dorms. Though it wasn’t because of the love letters, of fucking course it wasn’t!
He turned the corner, ready to see a thin piece of paper on his door, and just as he excitedly ran up to his door, his face dropped. There was no note; no thin piece of paper with his name on it.
Bakugou swallowed, not sure of how to handle his emotions. Good riddance, he thought, even though he didn’t mean it.
He wanted a letter — he wanted someone to care enough about him to take their time to write letters about him and tape them on his door, without the creepy aspect, that is, but this person wasn’t creepy. They were sincere and caring, and all-around lovely in Bakugou’s opinion.
Not that he’d ever say something so absurd out loud.
Not having the energy to walk to the common area for food, or to see one of his energetic friends, he opened his door, walked in, and slammed it shut.
His “walk faster to see a stupid letter” excitement was long gone, and to be completely honest, it fucking hurt. Even if it hurt, though, he would tell Deku he was an amazing hero before he admitted anything, even to himself. He just pretended these thoughts of heartache and sadness where his subconscious, or something dumb that he couldn’t control.
This continued on for a very long week.
He got out of class, checked for a note, didn't receive one, and he finished the daily cycle by stomping into his room, and slamming his door.
Until today.
He was sick of sitting around. Might as well ask shitty hair to train, he thought.
So he walked down to his dorm room and didn't even bother knocking.
"Oi, shit for brains," Bakugou started, no respect for Krishima’s privacy.
"Huh?” Kirishima exclaimed, “Oh, hey Bakugou! What's up?" He was clearly nervous.
Bakugou walked towards Kirishima, eager to learn what it was that was making him so damn nervous. He was writing, why would he be nervous about writing?
Bakugou narrowed his eyes and stuck out his hand, palm facing up, “Give,” he demanded.
"Wha- no?” Kirishima said as if it was the only correct answer.
Then, because Bakugou does not know how to take “No,” for an answer, he pressed the demand. He moved closer to Kirishima, grabbing for whatever he was holding. This caused Kirishima to fall off his desk chair, and he was now laying painfully on his back. After that Bakugou made one wrong step and tripped on the wheel of the chair, then he landed on top of Kirishima, with his hands placed on the floor on either side of Kirishima’s head.
Bakugou looked down at the body beneath him. Kirishima was bright red, his hands laying on the ground. He was frozen, and so was Bakugou. Until Bakugou realized that he really, really, wanted to kiss Kirishima. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t intend to find out why. He only intended to get what he wanted, and he wanted to kiss Kirishima. So he did, he kisses him.
Bakugou Katsuki kisses Kirishima Eijiro.
It was better than anything Bakugou has ever experienced. It was a sensation he couldn't even begin to explain, and all that mattered at the moment was him and Kirishima.
He pulled away, and there was a small pop noise.
Kirishima looked confused, he looked like he didn’t feel even half as good as Bakugou did right now. So out of cowardly fear, and the extreme want for Kirishima to stay in his life, Bakugou stood up.
"Shit, look I'm sorry, I don’t really know why I did, uh, that, " Bakugou started, only to be cut off by a starstruck Kirishima yelling out: I wrote the letters!
Bakugou immediately went quiet, and for once he wasn’t mad that he got cut off mid-sentence.
"I write them a lot,” Kirishima started, avoiding eye contact, “and one day I decided to man up and give them to you." Kirishima let out a shaky laugh, “Of course, it wasn’t even manly since I didn’t sign my name or give them to you in person!”
"Kiri," Bakugou called out.
"I mean,” Kirishima started again, “you deserve things like that, and I just.. fuck, I like you so much. So much that sometimes I thought maybe, just maybe, I had a chance?"
"Kirishima," Bakugou tried again.
"But then when you just went and explained how you hated the notes,” Kirishima squeezed his eyes shut, “of course, I stopped giving them to you, and maybe cried a little, but that's beside the point."
"For fuck’s sake, Eijiro!"
Kirishima stopped talking since Bakugou saying his first name was enough to give him butterflies as if he was a schoolgirl with a crush.
Well, he kinda was.
"I like you too,” Bakugou admitted, looking directly at Kirishima.
Bakugou has never seen a face so red.
"Hey, pervs!” a voice called out, “Mind closing the door before you start your roleplay sessions?"
"I mean, yippie! Good job Kiri,” it was Kaminari, “but come on, dude. The door! Shut i-" Kaminari was cut off by Bakugou's foot slamming the door.
Kirishima coughed, getting off the floor and sitting on his bed, “So are we like... boyfriends now?"
"Well, I don't know," Bakugou walked over and wrapped his arms around Kirishima's waist, joining him on the bed, "should I kiss you again, so we find out?"
Kirishima giggled, leaning into Bakugou as he closed his eyes. Then, the clicking of a phone camera was heard.
"Shut up, I got it, bro, I got it," whispered Sero, who was crouched next to Kaminari and Ashido.
Bakugo whipped his head around only to see Sero with his phone in his hand with Ashido by his side and Kaminari hugging him from behind.
"I am," Bakugou started, as he stood up, “going to fucking murder you. ”
Kirishima pulled him back as he watched his friends run off, tripping over each other.
"Hey," Kirishima has never had a smile bigger on his face.
"Hey," Bakugou smiled back, slithering his hands around Kirishima’s waist, pulling him closer.
Maybe, just maybe, falling in love wasn't so bad.