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   Kirishima can't smell.

   He lost his sense of smell long before high school, in elementary school, making sure only his two middle school friends knew, and no one else. Smell was something he took for granted. He remembered smelling different herbs in botanic garden while on field trips, or running down the stairs following an amazing smell from the kitchen, or smelling his body odour, or just the smell of his home. He remembers those smells, and he treasures them, what else can he do? The doctors tried everything to help him regain his lost sense. They tried everything, but none of the treatments worked, so his poor crying self decided he'll just have to move on, and learn to live with that disability.

   Something he didn't not think he would lose however, was his sense of taste. He remembers feeling the slippery noodles in his mouth. 'This is disgusting,' he thought to himself, never managing to bring himself to say it out loud, as his father stated the food was delicious, and the flavours were so well mixed together. Kirishima felt like he could cry. He wanted to taste that. But he couldn't. He never told his parents he couldn't taste, but he doubts they don't know already.

   When he entered middle school, he made two close friends, and without hesitation, in their second year of middle school he confessed his disability. They didn't seem shocked, they were just caught off guard. Unlike blindness, muteness, or deafness, Kirishima's disability didn't affect them directly, so it wasn't like much had changed anyway. It was still Kirishima.

   When Kirishima entered high school, and was in the same class as Ashido, he considered telling her, since he did spend his entire middle school years with her, but he decided not to. He chose instead to be seen as this healthy guy, who enjoys meat, who has no disability at all. Anosmia wasn't noticeable like the other loss of senses, so he managed to hide that fact quite well. He had a few slip-ups when UA set up a dorm system. Kirishima wouldn't find the comfort of partial truth at home, and he was scared one of his classmates would accidentally figure out that he can't smell, nor taste. But, his classmates had a few chances of figuring out, except they never thought about too much, so they never figured it out. Bakugou did, almost, once.

   They are in the hero course, obviously, which means a lot of exercising, which leads to a lot of sweating. Kirishima had overheard Kaminari, and Sero talk about Bakugou's body odour, and Kirishima suddenly envied him. Kirishima had no idea what he smelt like on a daily basis, so he could be smelling like strawberries (his mother claimed it smelled good on him), or sometimes cologne?, he didn't trust that much honestly, or he could be smelling like a guy that got out of a shower of sweat. Bad odour sweat. So, he wished his sweat smelled good, so he wouldn't have to worry about it. Alas, hardening doesn't come with those benefits.

   Like good friends, Kirishima, and Bakugou, take study session together in each other's dorms for convenience. It mostly happened in Bakugou's dorm, because there was much more free space in it. Kirishima had his punching bag, weights, and usually scattered dirty clothes everywhere. Bakugou did not want to go there any time soon. He saw it once, never again. Except maybe one more time.

   Kirishima was taking way to much time to get changed, and prepare his study materials, so Bakugou finally had enough, barged in with a shout.

   "Why the fuck are you taking so long!" he had exclaimed, startling Kirishima out of his daze. He got distracted, flipping through the pages of an old diary he tried to burn once.

   He chuckled slightly, closing the book, locking it, and taking his pencil case, and his books. "Sorry," he said, with a small laugh. It died out quickly, and he stared at Bakugou's concentrated face.

   "Your room smells like shit," stated Bakugou, making Kirishima jump slightly, his shoulders tensing up.

   "Really? I took a shower after training today though-"

   "A shower doesn't make your room smell better, hair for brains," sighed Bakugou, pinching his nose, and making his way to his friend's window. He pushed the window open, and released his nose. "When's the last time you cleaned your room? It smells like sweat everywhere!" he exclaimed, glaring in Kirishima's eyes.

   "Uh..."

   "Don't even bother," muttered Bakugou. "Study session cancelled, we are fixing up your room until you can breath fresh air," he declared. "Seriously, it's as if you can't even smell."

   That statement had made Kirishima freeze, but it didn't seem that Bakugou thought about it as anything serious. Kirishima shrugged it off nervously, and Bakugou eventually forgot about it, helping Kirishima by judging if his room smelled alright or not. Every now and then, Kirishima would clear up his room, to have Bakugou study in his room, just to make sure it smelled alright. 

   Kirishima lived without smell, he was alright with it. But sometimes, he really missed it.

   "Valentine's Day is next week!" exclaimed Ashido, giggling with the rest of the girls in their corner of the room. "I wonder who'll give me chocolates," she thought aloud, making Uraraka chuckle.

   "I'm sure many will give you chocolates! You are well known around," she smiled. "And if not, I planned to make everyone in our class, and a few of the girls in 1-B some chocolates. You can help us too!" she grinned.

   "I'm definitely going to be helping," nodded Tsuyu. 

   Hagakure laughed, jumping up from her seat. "Me too! Me too!!" she exclaimed.

   Yaoyorozu smiled, gently. "My family has many different chocolate moulds. I could bring some over this weekend and we could start making them," she offered.

   "That's a great idea, Yaomomo," nodded Jirou.

   In another corner of the classroom, Mineta rubbed his hands, grinning. "Hear that, Kaminari? We are getting chocolates!" he smiled.

   "Yeah, but it's not special if everyone gets them too, you know?" he asked.

   "But it still means that thought of us!"

   "You really go out of your way to make excuses," sighed Kaminari, leaning on his seat. "I wonder if I should make some," he said. "I wanna surprise them, but I feel like it wouldn't be girls' cliche romance story if I give them some."

   "Do whatever you want, man," said Kirishima, shrugging. "I'm not much of a Valentine's Day fan, so I won't be doing much, but seeing you go all the way out would definitely be manly! And the girls are always the ones giving chocolates, so I think they would love to receive chocolates as well," he grinned.

   "True," nodded Kaminari. "But I don't know who to give them to? I feel like if I give them to the girls only, then it wouldn't be fair to the other guys, but if I give them to one, then it would be too romantic? I'm not a very-good-at-romance guy, Kirishima, you know that," he stated, his head hanging low.

   "Don't you like Jirou though?" asked Sero, from the sidelines.

   "Huh?" Kaminari's slammed his hands on his desk, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide. "No, I don't!"

   "He does," nodded Kirishima, with a laugh. "Don't worry, we won't tell her. That's your job," he smiled.

   "I... I- ugh," exclaimed Kaminari, his forehead hitting his desk. "Should I give her chocolates? Should I make them? But they'll be in the common room kitchen as well," he frowned.

   "You could go to Satou's room," suggested Kirishima. "He'll probably be making something too, and he could help you," he smiled.

   "Oh... oh! That's sounds like a good idea!" grinned Kaminari, springing out of his seat, and skipping to Satou's desk, leaving Sero, and Kirishima alone in their area of the room.

   They stayed in silence for a little while, observing Kaminari, and Satou's conversation, then the girls', then they looked at the clock, realising their next lesson would be in a few minutes.

   "Do you have any plans for Valentines' Day?" asked Kirishima, raising an eyebrow at Sero.

   "Not really," he shrugged, with his usual grin. "I'm not too much into all that romance with girls, or guys even," he stated. "I might make something for the class, but I doubt I'll give myself time to do it," he chuckled.

   Kirishima huffed out a small laugh, and looked at his pale blond friend. He was having his usual argument with Midoriya, and Todoroki, but didn't seem to be close to bringing the argument physical, so he shrugged it off. "You might get in the spirit," he said. "Who knows," he smiled.

   "Who knows," nodded Sero. "What are you gonna do, though? I know you just said you aren't a Valentines' Day fan, but what are you gonna do?" he asked, seeming curious as he propped an elbow on his desk, peering up at Kirishima.

   "Nothing. I might make friendship cards of something like that, but I won't be doing anything with chocolate. Especially since I cook horribly, and I don't know if supermarket chocolates would be something someone wants to get," he chuckled, sighing slightly.

   "That's fair enough."

   The two boys sat at their own desk, as their teacher entered, and began the lesson. But the Valentines' Day topic didn't end there, it continued after school, in the dorms.

   "Look at these romance movies," laughed Ashido, flicking through the channels on the common television. "I haven't seen any of these."

   "Oh! Those are pretty old movies," smiled Kirishima, sitting down next to her. "I used to watch them a lot in middle school with my mom," he said, taking the remote, so he can look at the television program. Recognising a movie he enjoyed a lot, he put it on. Luckily, it hadn't even started yet. "You'll like this one," he smiled.

   "'I Give My First Love To You'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem like something you'd watch," she said, huffing out a laugh. "I'll watch it though! The summary sounds good," she smiled.

   "Maybe it doesn't seem like something I'd watch, but my mom made me watch it, and I liked it, so yeah..." he trailed off. "It's sad though, so watch out for your eyeliner," he chuckled.

   "I don't cry during movies," she declared, crossing her arms, smiling as the movie began. Her leg bounced up, and down, energetically, and Kirishima couldn't help but repeat her movements, excited to share an old movie with another friend.

   A quarter into the movie, Uraraka, Tsuyu, Midoriya, and Aoyama sat down on the couches to watch it as well. Ashido clutches her knees, a pout on her lips, the movie starting to become pretty sad.

   Halfway through the movie, Bakugou passed by, most likely to go to the training room, and he commented on the movie, stating it was 'lame.' All the girls protested, and Midoriya shrugged, while Aoyama just gave a disapproving shake of his head. Kirishima gave him a pout, knowing that this movie wasn't Bakugou's type of movie, but that wasn't a reason to call it 'lame.'

   Two thirds into the story, Yaoyorozu watched the movie from the back of the common room, flicking through a recipe book, her ears listening to the movie's dialogue. Kirishima could swear he saw her shed a small tear.

   At the end of the movie, Tsuyu was frowning, rubbing a sobbing Uraraka's back, while Ashido was rocking herself on the couch, tears falling down her cheeks.

   "Damn it," she hiccuped. "That was not fair!" she pouted, more tears coming out of her eyes.

   Kirishima wiped anything that risked falling from his eyes, telling Ashido that it's okay, and that it was just a sad movie.

   Aoyama had watery eyes, but no tears fell out. Midoriya wasn't crying, but he was frowning, pouting.

   That movie was just sad. But it was a good movie, they all admitted. Kirishima felt his heart warm up at those words. He wasn't a romance guy, but his mother knew everything about romance, and loved sharing what she knew with him. He loved learning from her. And now, he can spread the knowledge he learnt from her to others, even though he can't use that knowledge well on his own. He sometimes wonders if he'll ever really find someone that he can share his romantic views with. He doubts that'll happen any time soon, though.

   Later that evening, he was hanging around in Bakugou's room, doodling in an extra notebook, that he has been using to revise things with Bakugou that weren't direct classwork. More like random math problems they found on the internet. But it was near curfew, so they had long done studying.

   After drawing a thirtieth stick figure, he groaned, and declared boredom.

   "Shut up," growled Bakugou, not even peeking up from his comic magazine. Kirishima knew there was an All Might comic in it, but he also knew it was only one page. Bakugou has been reading it for fifteen minutes now. "Go to your room, or something, if you are so bored," he said, waving a hand absentmindedly.

   "But we can play video games," cried out Kirishima, pointing at Bakugou's old Game Cube.

   "You have a newer console in your room. Play that," he said, finally looking up from his magazine, laying it on his chest, while he turned his head to stare holes in Kirishima's head.

   "Dude, I feel like you are kicking me out of your room."

   "Maybe I am."

   "Well, I'm still here-"

   "Shut up."

   Kirishima sighed, and started doodling another stick figure, that looks like a daisy? He raised an eyebrow at his fingers, then glanced back up at Bakugou, who was just staring at the ceiling by now. "Do you think many girls will give you chocolates?" he asked, chuckling as Bakugou did not even flush, or flinch at the question.

   "Hell fucking no," he growled. "And even if they do, I'll outright reject them!" he said, as if it were a declaration. "Don't like chocolate anyway," he muttered, furrowing his brows, while sitting up.

   "Really? I thought they tasted good? Like, everyone says that," he shrugged. "Everyone loves chocolate, they say," he chuckled.

   "You don't know what they taste like?" questioned Bakugou, and even though Kirishima flinched, he didn't comment on it. "It taste like sugar, and bitter, and it's fucking weird," he said. "Some are good, like chilli chocolate, but the bitterness clashes with the spice, so it's still weird," he said, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "But chocolate doesn't smell bad, so it's tolerable to be around it," he shrugged.

   "Okay? What about dark chocolate?" asked Kirishima. "It doesn't have sugar in it, right?"

   "I don't fucking care," said Bakugou, crossing his arms. "Chocolate is chocolate. It's made with cocoa beans no matter what, and will always have a bitter aftertaste. So I don't like it."

   "Oh..." mumbled Kirishima, humming as he thought. "Wait, so what would you accept on Valentine's Day? Cards? Giftcards? Flowers?" he asked.

   "Nothing," stated Bakugou, raising an eyebrow at his friend's thoughtful stare. "What? Are you trying to get me something?" he asked.

   "No," chuckled Kirishima. "I don't do Valentine's Day, never did, really, but I'm just wondering, because there might be someone out there you might just get you the right thing, and I wanna know what it'd be, and what could happen...?" he looked up, wondering what he wanted to ask originally. Bakugou's suspicious stare didn't change.

   "I hope you don't have a crush on me, Shitty Hair," he said.

   Kirishima jumped up to his feet, his cheeks flushed crimson red. "No!" he almost shouted. "Obviously I don't..." he quietly muttered after, with a pout. "I just wanna know more about a bro, but I guess things got weird? Ah, fuck... I shouldn't have asked," he chuckled. "I had no idea where this would lead, sorry," he sighed. "I'll just go, leave you in peace with your All Might comic," he grinned.

   Bakugou chuckled, and pointed at the doodled notebook on his coffee table. "Don't forget that, hair for brains," he sniggered, taking the notebook, and throwing it towards his friend.

   "Ah, thanks dude," smiled Kirishima, catching the book, his cheeks only rosy now. "I'll see you tomorrow in class," he grinned, waving as he closed to door. With two long steps, he entered his room, threw the notebook on the ground somewhere, and changed clothes while his mind was on another planet. He couldn't think straight, nor could he picture anything for what he was thinking. Still in a daze, he tripped over a weight. He came back to reality when he fell on his bed.

   He groaned, and stared at the ceiling, his light off by then. 'Shoot... I hope I didn't make things weird,' he sighed.

   Well, tomorrow is another day.

   The next day was pretty similar though.

   In the morning, the girls had a plan to meet up at Yaoyorozu's house after school, so they could begin making chocolates for the class, and whoever they wanted to give them to personally as well. That excited Kaminari, and some of the guys, who silently planned to take over the kitchen in the common room to make chocolates as well. The only people who didn't say anything about chocolates was Shouji, Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, and Todoroki. They ate their breakfast in silence, distantly watching the others talk excitedly.

   "Valentine's Day is coming closer, and closer, each day," stated Sero, unfazed by everything. "Even Mineta is planning to make something," he said, his eyebrows slightly raised.

   "Hopefully, he doesn't do anything suspicious," stated Kirishima, leaning back on his seat, his bowl of cereal empty.

   Shouji nodded along Kirishima's statement. "Iida would most likely watch over them in the kitchen, this evening," he said. "He's been keeping Mineta from doing anything to the girls recently, I presume he'll only continue," he said.

   "Yeah." Sero stood up, taking his tray with him to put it away. "See you guys in class," he grinned, waving as he left to his room.

   Kirishima waved back, and let his hand fall on his lap.

   "Are you not going to participate to Valentine's Day's events, Kirishima?" asked Todoroki. "You seem like the kind of guy who would," he noted.

   "Ah, really?" asked Kirishima, with a slight chuckle. "It's not my thing, to be honest," he sighed, a small smile on his lips. "Plus, I wouldn't want to do anything half-assed, that would just be offending, so I'd rather not do anything," he shrugged.

   "That's understandable," nodded Todoroki. "I was thinking of maybe doing something, but if I think of it, I usually did things for my siblings, so I might do that this year as well," he stated. "Valentine's Day is not a big thing on my side either."

   Shouji stood up, and put it tray away. "I'll go get ready," he said. "See you soon." Without any other words he left.

   Todoroki, and Kirishima, both glanced at Bakugou, seeing him stab his empty plate with his fork, repetitively. He didn't seem on high spirits either.

   "I'm just gonna go." Todoroki stood up, but his tray away, and left for his room, like Shouji, and Sero had done.

   Kirishima bid him a small 'see you,' and then glanced back at Bakugou.

   "Dude, we should probably go, and get ready ourselves."

   Kirishima didn't have any response, or reaction.

   "Is it about yesterday night?"

   No reaction either. Kirishima was slightly relieved.

   "You have a girl in mind?" he asked, with a small snicker. "Or a guy, you know. Just, someone?"

   Kirishima didn't see a change in Bakugou's face, but he did see his ears turn pink.

   "Good luck with them, then," he smirked, getting up. "I'm sure whatever you do for them, they'll be happy," he smiled, patting his friend's back twice, before disappearing into his own room. He didn't notice Bakugou's frown on his back as he walk away.

   Class ended, and the weekend started. Before it was seven, all the girls had disappeared to Yaoyorozu's house, and all the boys were either in the kitchen, or in their room. With the exception of Kirishima, and Aoyama, who were watching, yet again, another romance movie.

   "I watched 'One Week Friends' many times after it came out. I also have the DVD," smiled Aoyama, as Kirishima flipped through the channels.

   "Really?" he asked, with a smile. "I watched it in the cinema with my mom, but although she was obsessed with the story, and read its manga, I just didn't think much about it. I'll admit though, it was a great movie," he nodded to himself.

   "I'm going to get the DVD from my room, and we can watch it together," he smiled, sitting up. "It is the first Japanese movie I didn't watch sub," he chuckled, walking to his room.

   Kirishima smiled, and glanced back at the television. He could hear his friends in the kitchen  arguing, debating which chocolate was the best. He frowned to himself, a small smile still on his lips. All chocolates are the same to him, none of them have a good texture, but he ate them when he got gifted some.

   Aoyama returned, and slipped the DVD in the DVD player, and took the remote from Kirishima's hands. They began the movie, and watched it in silence.

   Aoyama never really fit in with the class, Kirishima had noticed, and was usually just at the sidelines, looking over everyone. When Aoyama, and Midoriya began becoming proper friends, he slightly entered the class dynamic a bit more, but even in the present, he still isn't properly part of the class. He's a foreign student, a bit, since he is partly french, but Kirishima doesn't want to think that it's the cause of Aoyama being distant. He'd rather think it is because of his interests.

   Kirishima smiled, halfway through the movie, thinking of what could bring the whole class together. Chocolates seem too individual, and a video game night seems too natural. He wants to do something for the whole class, so they can all be together, and just be happy as a group. A movie isn't a good idea either, because not everyone likes them. And a Valentine's Day special training session for the whole class isn't really the best way to have fun, especially if someone ends up injured. His mind went to flowers. Yellow flowers especially, then many different coloured flowers. He thought, and when the movie finished, he had a small research plan in his mind.

   "That movie doesn't get old, huh?" smiled Kirishima, standing up. "I'm glad you have the DVD," he grinned. "Now we can watch it whenever we want!" he chuckled.

   Aoyama nodded, with a smile. "Are you going to do anything for your Valentine?" he asked.

   Kirishima shook his head. "Don't have one, really," he shrugged. "Maybe something for the class, who knows," he chuckled. "What about you?" he asked.

   "I want to make everyone cards," he smiled. "Everyone deserves love," he said.

   Kirishima beamed at those words. "Of course!" he exclaimed, bouncing slightly on his feet. "I'm looking forward to whatever you do," he smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, maybe?" he asked.

   "Oui," nodded Aoyama, putting another romance movie on, to watch by himself this time.

   "Then see you." Kirishima entered his room, and opened his small laptop, crashing down on his desk chair.

   The chair squeaked, but it stood straight.

   He typed with many typos, but the right website opened up. "Flowers... flowers..." he mumbled, under his breath. He scrolled down the page, ignoring the adverts, and furrowed his brows as he read the writing. "It's in English," he muttered under his breath, making sure Chrome translated the page for him. He sighed in relief, as everything turned into Japanese.

   Many flower types were presented to him, as he scrolled down, but some stood out to him. Especially one.

   Roses.

   His cheeks reddened at the thought. Roses were usually for love, right? He didn't love any of his friends romantically! Only... in a friendship way... His lips twisted into a smile, as he looked at yellow roses, knowing that no one could mistake them for a love confession. It doesn't fit Valentine's Day of red, and pink, but it's a gift, so it shouldn't matter. He stopped scrolling, as one yellow rose seemed to make his cheeks redden to deep crimson.

   Yellow roses with red tips. Falling in love. His forehead hit his desk, a shaky sigh escaped his lips. He didn't love anyone in the class. He hopes not. But next week is Valentine's Day. He never does anything on Valentine's Day. So why this year?

   He lifted his head, and his eyes stared at the wall in front of him. The wall he shares with Bakugou. He noticed the way his heart skipped a beat, and he groaned.

   He doesn't have a crush. He doesn't want to. Bakugou is his best friend, and he doesn't want to ruin that, ever.

   But maybe... maybe Bakugou won't think of it as much, and think of it as a friendship flower too? Kirishima let out a frustrated huff, and closed his laptop. He does want to give everyone a yellow rose. But he doesn't know if he wants to give Bakugou a discrete love confession. Especially on Valentine's Day. It could be too cheesy for him.

   Kirishima slid under his bed covers, holding them tightly to his chest. He has a while to figure it out. He doesn't need to rush things now.

   On Wednesday night, he panicked.

   "Yellow flowers? Yeah! Chrysanthemums for those two? Definitely! Irises for our squad? Of course! What else!" he exclaimed, grabbing his hair, in frustration. He didn't know what to give Bakugou, because he knew giving him a yellow rose wouldn't be able to convey how special Kirishima thinks their friendship is, nor would it help the discrete love confession he's been thinking of doing. Not to mention, he had not idea if the flowers would even smell good together! He glanced at his clock, and time was short. He'd have no time to go to a flower shop now. And he knew that he had to make sure he delivered those flowers to class before even Iida entered the class. He had to be there five hours early!

   He sighed, and flinched as he heard a knock on his door. He opened it, slowly, and sighed in relief as he saw it was just Shouji.

   "I heard you make a lot of noise, are you alright?" he asked.

   "Yeah, I'm fine," he chuckled. "Just a little stressed for tomorrow," he smiled. "You know, with our homework, and stuff due?" he grinned, hoping that his excuse was valid.

   Shouji did not believe him, and chuckled slightly, deciding not to directly comment on it. "I hope you finish them on time, then," he said, nodding, and leaving to his own room, just one door down.

   Kirishima doesn't know if he would have been relieved if it was Bakugou. He hoped the guy was already in bed, fast asleep.

   The next morning, at three AM, Kirishima woke up to his phone vibrating. He turned his alarm off, slipped on some joggers, a long sleeved t-shirt, and a hoodie, heading out of his dorm room, making sure he took his shoes, and his wallet.

   He tiptoed down the stairs, and dashed out of the dorms' building, heading towards the teachers' dormitories, his phone searching up the closest 24/7 flower shop. He sighed when he saw one open just fifteen minutes away by car.

   He couldn't enter the teachers' dormitories without authorisation of one of the teachers, so searching up his homeroom teacher's name on the list, he pressed the button next to it, hearing his teacher's rough voice after a few seconds of waiting.

   "Who the hell is here, at three in the morning?" he asked.

   "Hum... Kirishima Eijirou," he answered, his own voice hoarse, but his spirits wide awake.

   "Kirishima..." sighed the teacher, his voice clearing a bit after a cough. "What do you want? It's too early for anything," he said.

   "Uh, just a car ride to a flower shop," he said. "It's for the class, and I didn't find any time to do it yesterday, and since Iida comes to class three hours early, I wanted to make sure I set the things up in the class before he arrived there," he explained, only now realising how unrealistic he was being.

   "Are you serious?" sighed Aizawa. "I'll be out in a few minutes," he said, stopping the call.

   Kirishima rocked himself on his feet, nervously, hoping that Aizawa wasn't going to question him too much. Or scold him either.

   The dormitories' door opened, and Aizawa figure left the building, motioning Kirishima to follow him.

   "Where is the flower shop?" he asked, as he unlocked his car, slipping on the driver's seat, while Kirishima settled on the passenger seat. Neither of them commented on the fur on the floor.

   "Oh, uh, here," stammered Kirishima, putting his phone up, the MAP app showing them the path to it.

   "You have your own money, right?" he asked.

   "Yeah," nodded Kirishima.

   "Good. We'll be quick, hopefully," he said, driving through the empty streets, swiftly. In no time, they arrived at the flower shop, and a cheerful smile greeted them.

   Aizawa stood by the side of the shop, making sure Kirishima was going to do whatever he wanted to do there.

   "Welcome! How may I help you on this early morning?" asked the florist.

   Kirishima approached the front, and the florist, then voiced his thoughts. "Hum, I wanted to do something for my class, and to show something that they are all my friends. I did a bit of research, and I think yellow roses would be cool, but I also wanted to do a variety too? Because I think the girls in my class would definitely think that putting all the flowers together in a bouquet would be cool, but having a bouquet of only yellow roses would be a bit boring? So maybe different kind of flowers that would show friendship?" he asked. "Does it make sense?"

   The florist hummed. "Of course it makes sense," she nodded. "Our flower shop is small, and only has love kind of flowers on display right now, because of... well... you know," she chuckled. "You can follow me in the back, where we have our garden, with all the flowers you can choose from," she grinned. Kirishima nodded, and followed the woman.

   Aizawa, confused, followed them, to make sure Kirishima wouldn't be taken as hostage. He stood by the staff room, watching the florist, and his student look at flowers.

   "Yellow roses are a must! I think they'd look lovely," smiled the florist. "What flowers did you research on, as well?" he asked.

   "Hum... blue tulips, for loyalty, I think? And chrysanthemums, for a motherly kind of figure? I think it would match our class reps. I thought about irises for my closest friend, and maybe sunflowers for friends which I think I'm gonna stay in contact with for a long time? Gladiolus for some of my friends who went through a rough time, which could show the rough time our class went through in general? Would that be a pretty bouquet?" he asked, with a small frown.

   "Of course it'd be pretty! It's so thoughtful as well," she smiled. "What were you thinking of doing before the flowers are in a bouquet?"

   "Putting one on each desk," he smiled. "We are twenty in total."

   "So, twenty flowers then," she smiled. "Let's go chose some flowers," she grinned, guiding him to the outside garden. Aizawa followed closely behind. "The yellow roses are inside, but we'll think of them after we chose the other types," she said. "How many chrysanthemums were you thinking of?" she asked.

   "Two," he said.

   "Chose the ones who like the most," she smiled, crouching down, and motioning the flowers in front of her.

   "This one," he pointed to a white flower, "and this one," he pointed at a blue flower. "The blue one shows inspiration, right? And the white one honesty?" he asked.

   "Yep!" she nodded, picking them, and placing them in a vase of water. "Next, you wanted irises? To represent how much your friendship is treasured, right? How many?"

   "Hum..." Kirishima thought of giving them to the Bakusquad, but he wanted something special for Bakugou... "Three."

   "Alright! Let's take violet ones for peace," she smiled, picking three violet irises, and putting them in the vase. "Gladiolus?"

   "Three as well," he said. He wanted one for Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugou, because they all went through pretty terrible things.

   She picked three, and placed them in the vase. "That makes eight of these. Are all the others going to be yellow roses?"

   "Well... I wanted more variety to be honest," he chuckled.

   "Don't worry! I have the perfect idea," she grinned. "Oh wait! You wanted sunflowers, right?" she asked.

   "Ah, yeah!" he chuckled. "I want four," he smiled. One for Uraraka, one for Tsuyu, one for Aoyoma, one for Satou.

   "Alright! That's a good idea" she smiled, picking four sunflowers, and placing them in the vase. "That does twelve. I think adding blue tulips, to any of your friends you feel at peace, or simply calm with?"

   "Oh! Yes! How about... four," smiled Kirishima. One for Jirou, one for Tokoyami, one for Shouji, one for Ojiro.

   "Alright!" she grinned, picking four. "And the others are yellow roses?" she asked, smiling.

   "Yep!" he smiled, brightly. He watched her gather the roses, and put them in a temporary bouquet. He watched her, bouncing on his feet slightly, but then he looked at the side, noticing the red roses, and red carnations. His smile faltered slightly, and he furrowed his brows. "Oh, uh, can I ask for another bouquet?" he asked, quickly.

   "Huh? Of course," she smiled. "For a loved one, this time?" she teased, Kirishima's red cheeks making her chuckle.

   "Hum... kinda? I like him, but I don't really want to confess right now, and I wanted to know if there is a discrete way of confessing or something?" he asked.

   The florist hummed, thinking deeply as she racked her brain for any flowers that wouldn't be so obvious. "I'd try blue salvias to represent you thinking about him a lot. White gardenias for secrecy," she chuckled, "that'd go well," she smiled. "Maybe sweet alyssum for you trying to cheer them up whenever they are sad. And maybe a finishing touch of yellow roses with red tips, to show you are falling in love with him, who might be your best friend, I think?" she asked, hoping she is correct.

   "Ah... yes... I guess," he sighed, his facade completely broken down. He can't hide feelings much. "Can you make the bouquet pretty, but also like... pop! As in like, all the flowers' meaning are discrete, but them themselves kinda steal the attention? I feel like a discrete bouquet wouldn't catch his attention," he mumbled.

   "Oh! I get that," she grinned. "Don't worry, I'll have this done in a few minutes," she grinned, disappearing in the staff room, where Kirishima, and Aizawa had been a few minutes ago.

   "You put a lot of thought into this," stated Aizawa, closer behind Kirishima. He stood near the counter this time. "I think they'd all appreciate it," he said.

   "I hope so... To make them know it's from me, I'll make sure I don't have a flower on my desk," he grinned.

   Aizawa chuckled, nodding. "They'll love what you did for them, but if you take one out, it'll be nineteen flowers in the class bouquet," he said.

   "Oh... Ah. You're right," he sighed. "I'll hide it in my bag, and hope it doesn't get damaged," he chuckled.

   "Alright," nodded Aizawa. "I'll open the class for you when we get back, so you can set it up, and maybe catch another hour of sleep," he said, hiding a yawn behind his hand.

   "I'm sorry to wake you up so early," apologised Kirishima. "I wasn't sure when we'd have time..."

   "It's alright. I slept a lot anyway."

   Kirishima smiled, and grinned when the florist came back with two beautiful bouquets. One was a bit messy, but it was going to get disassembled anyway, and the other was absolutely stunning. Kirishima loved it, and could only hope Bakugou would like it.

   He took out his wallet, and gave the florist ten thousands yen. His mom gave him money to spend on chocolate for friends, but he spent it on flowers. He should remember to give her something.

   "Wow! That's a bit too much," laughed the florist. "I-"

   "Please keep the change. It must be hard working at three AM, so just a tip for a thank you," he grinned.

   "Oh my... you are so generous," she smiled. "Thank you! I hope your friends, and your crush, enjoy the flowers!" she smiled.

   "Thank you! I think they will love it," he grinned, waving as he left, with Aizawa close to him.

   They entered the car in silence, and Kirishima sniffed the flowers, sighing as he smelt nothing. That's not unusual.

   "Aizawa-sensei? Do the flowers smell good together?" he asked, bringing them closer to him.

   He sniffed them briefly, and his eyebrows raised high for a second. "They smell strong, but it's refreshing," he said.

   "That's good," he smiled, hugging the two bouquets close to his chest.

   When they arrived back at UA, they sneaked into the school building, and quietly entered the classroom. Kirishima sighed in relief as he saw no one in Iida's seat. The coast was clear. He set the bouquet of love flowers on Bakugou's desk, and then disassembled the bouquet of friendship on his desk, setting each flower on their respective desks.

   The florist added grasses in the bouquet to add more green to it, and it looked even more refreshing, but with them left in the package, Kirishima thought putting one, or two on each desk would be good too. So he did exactly that, and each desk was presented with one flower, and two wide strands of grass.

   He smiled, and twirled his yellow rose in his hand. He slipped it under his desk, in the locker under his desk. He glanced at Bakugou's desk, which held the discrete love bouquet, and the gladiolus, then he headed towards the door, and Aizawa locked it behind them.

They headed back to their own dormitories, and Kirishima slipped into his room, without bumping into anyone. The clock read five AM. He has class in three hours. An extra two hours of sleep wouldn't hurt, he thought, slipping into his bed, happily. His eyes closed, and he finally went to sleep.

   When his eyes opened, it was because of his alarm clock blaring out PONPONPON, and Bakugou opening his dorm room open with a shout, a small explosion erupting from his hands.

   "Shut that fucking alarm before I kill you!" he shouted, almost putting Kirishima's favourite poster to flames.

   "No! Wait! I'll turn it off!" he exclaimed, quickly turning his alarm off, and making sure none of the borders of the poster caught flames. His shoulders slumped forward in relief when he saw the poster in perfect condition. He frowned at Bakugou. "Hey! That wasn't fair," he pouted, his eyebrows knitting together.

   "You kept this song going for ten minutes straight! It's perfectly fair," growled Bakugou, crossing his arms. "You're going to miss breakfast, too," he added.

   "What."

   "You are going to miss breakfast." Bakugou snarled. "Stop making me repeat myself!"

   "Wait... what? What time is it?" Kirishima turned around, glanced at his clock, and tripped over nothing as he saw he only had thirty minutes to get ready. "Crap, crap, crap!" He quickly grabbed his clothes, changing, not caring if Bakugou was at the door, they changed in front of each other many times, and after quickly snatching his gel, and shoes, he ran down the stairs to get to the common bathroom.

   When he barged in the room, he got greeted by a tired Midoriya, a neutral Tokoyami, and a cheerful Kaminari.

   "Did you wake up late?"

   "Yes!" nodded Kirishima, opening his gel, and quickly starting his spikes. "Did you make Jirou chocolates?" he asked Kaminari, smiling as he received a nod.

   "I even made her a card, and Satou helped to make sure those chocolates were perfect! I don't understand why you didn't want to help me," he pouted.

   "Because I'm definitely not the expert," he chuckled, knowing that all chocolates have the same texture. "Plus, Satou made the most delicious cake, so he can help to make the most delicious chocolates, right?" he asked, chuckling.

   "True," nodded Kaminari. "I'm grateful he helped."

   Kirishima started to brush his teeth, after his hair began to set. It looked a little bit more messy than usual, but Kirishima doesn't have time to make it like usual. So rushed it is. After he brushed his teeth, and the gel settled, he tried to properly tie his tie, and zipped his trousers closed. He sighed, making sure his uniform was on properly.

   "It's a sin to be awake at this hour," he stated, glancing at any bags he could have under his eyes. It was a bit darker than usual, but nothing to worry about.

   "Agreed," nodded Kaminari.

   "I think being awake early helps to accomplish more during the day," smiled Midoriya. "We might have to stay awake all night during hero work, and wake up early too, so I think it's good to start early," he said, mumbling a few more words.

   "Be positive like usual, Midoriya," chuckled Kirishima. "It helps to bring us in higher spirits," he grinned.

   "I must agree," stated Tokoyami. "Morning are meant for the bright, but having one to bring high spirit help to revive those from their state of sleep."

   They stared at him, blinking.

   "Oh! Yeah, definitely," nodded Kirishima, chuckling. "I get it, it's the same for me."

   "I don't get it."

   "Me neither."

   Kirishima shrugged at his other two friends, and left the bathroom with a wide smile. He might have missed breakfast, but today was the day that he showed his true feelings for all of his classmates. He skipped back to his room, grabbed his school bag, and ran down the stairs, bumping into Aoyama.

   "Holy- sorry, dude! I wasn't looking where I was going," he bowed, apologising to his classmate with a slight smile.

   "Do not worry," smiled Aoyama. "I didn't look either, I apologise as well. Pardon," he said, patting Kirishima's shoulders. "Your Valentine's Day project went as planned, I'm guessing?" he asked.

   "Huh? Well, I hope it did," he chuckled. "To me it did, but I can only know when everyone discovers it," he chuckled.

   "I believe whatever it is, everyone will love it," he said. "It is the thought that counts," he smiled.

   "Yeah," grinned Kirishima, walking towards the exit of the dorms with Aoyama. They walked, and talked together. Halfway, Midoriya joined them, and they began talking about manga. Shoujo manga.

   When they arrived at their class, they wondered why none of them were entering the class.

   "The door is locked," stated Iida, greeting the three. "We have been standing, waiting for teachers, but no one has come yet. I think we must wait for Aizawa-sensei, but I could be wrong."

   Kirishima shrugged. "Aren't all the classrooms locked normally?"

   "They open at six AM. I'm guessing today, they forget to unlock it," said Iida. "But class is starting soon, so Aizawa-sensei should be arriving."

   "Alright," nodded Midoriya. "How are you today, Iida?" he asked, with a smile.

   "I am feeling happy," smiled the taller man. "Today is Valentine's Day, and seeing others smile makes me happy, so I can't really control it," he chuckled.

   "I think everyone is on high spirit, even those who don't receive anything," grinned Midoriya, glancing briefly at Mineta, who held a Valentine's Day bag in his arms, ready to give them to the girls. "I'm happy too, honestly," he grinned.

   "That is good to hear," smiled Iida.

   "Morning," greeted a tired voice, as a click of a key. Aizawa opened the class, and everyone barged inside, gasping at the sight. Kirishima's chest began to fill itself with warmth, a smile finding itself on his lips.

   "It's smells so refreshing in here!" gasped Uraraka, her eyes widening at all the flowers on each desk. "It looks lovely, and so lively in here too," she chuckled, skipping to her seat, and picking up the sunflower from her desk, admiring it. "It's so pretty!"

   Kirishima smiled, and headed to his seat, chuckling as no flower was set on it. He glanced towards the front, where Ojiro, and Shouji looked at their flower.

   "A blue... tulip?" asked Ojiro, raising an eyebrow. "It's definitely pretty," he smiled.

   "I agree," nodded Shouji, holding up a similar flower.

   The two sat down, and picked up the flower, looking at all its aspects.

   Kirishima then glanced behind him, where he could see Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki pick up their flower.

   "A chrysanthemum? It's absolutely stunning!" gasped Yaoyorozu, putting a hand to her mouth, admiring the flower, twirling it in the finger. "The white is so clear, it's absolutely beautiful..." she smiled, picking up the grasses as well, and holding them in her hands with the flower, imitating a bouquet.

   Todoroki picked up his flower, and twirled it, observing it. "What flower is this, Yaoyorozu?" he asked, showing her. "It is beautiful, but I can't put a name to it."

   "It's a gladiolus," she smiled, nodding to herself. "A very pretty flower," she said, putting her flower down on her desk, and sitting down. "It is quite amazing."

   "Yes... There must be meaning behind each flower," he said, looking around. "There is a wide variety of flowers in the class."

   Kirishima smiled, and looked at the desks in front of him, and by his right side.

   "Wow! Is this... uh... It's a good-looking blue flower," stated Kaminari, a loss for words, as he sat down.

   "Hey, I have the same one!" chuckled Sero.

   "Me too," grinned Ashido.

   "What flower is this, though?" asked Kaminari, frowning as he couldn't put a name to it.

   "It's... an iris, I think," said Ashido, twirling her flower with her fingers. "It's really pretty!" he grinned. "Kirishima, which flower were you given?" she asked, looking at his desk, seeing nothing. "Huh?"

   Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido stared at him, with a blank stare as he nervously chuckled.

   "Hum-"

   "You-"

   "Wow! Bakugou!" laughed out Hagakure. "Whoever gave us these flowers must really like you," she grinned, smiling as she looked at the bouquet on his desk.

   "Hah?" Bakugou stared at the bouquet in complete confusion, and took note of the single gladiolus that was settled next to it, like all on all the other desks. "Hah?"

   "It must be the same person," mumbled Midoriya, as he compared the flower's presentation, with the bouquet's presentation. "The same foliage was used, this wide grass piece," he noticed, "so it has the same kind of signature style."

   "Hah?" Bakugou's brows furrowed, as he peered at the bouquet, comparing it to the single flower on his desk. Then, he glanced around the class, hoping to see another big bouquet like his, on someone else's desk, except there wasn't. He was the only one.

   "Those flowers are not the same as any of the ones used for the rest of the class," said Jirou. "Different flowers have different meanings, huh?" she snickered, as Bakugou's cheeks reddened. 

   "Shut up-"

   "Woah! I've never seen a flower like this before," exclaimed Kaminari, pointing at a blue salvia. "Maybe they thought they were being smooth, huh?" he chuckled.

   Thankfully, no one noticed Kirishima's extremely red cheeks. Except Ashido, of course. And Aoyama too.

   "Shut the-"

   "It's such a big bouquet! It must have so much thought into it too," chuckled Hagakure, clapping her hands together. "It's so so pretty!"

   "Who just got a love confession?" asked Uraraka, from the other side of the room. "Oh! Bakugou," she smirked, approaching his desk. "From who?"

   "We don't know," smiled Hagakure, "but we know that it is the same person who gave us our flowers," she said.

   Ashido looked at Kirishima's empty desk, then glanced at him with a smirk. "It was you, huh?" she grinned.

   "M-maybe..." nodded Kirishima, with a small smile. "But, I thought today would be a good day to show how much everyone means to me..."

   "I get it," grinned Ashido. "But getting him a bouquet... you aren't discrete, even though you tried," she shrugged.

   "Wait. It was you!" exclaimed Kaminari, making Ashido, and Kirishima jump.

   "Wha- wait, wait, wait! No, I-"

   Bakugou's bouquet got forgotten by most, and the whole class, with the exception of Iida, Bakugou, Tokoyami, Shouji, Todoroki,and Jirou,  jumped on him, hugging him tightly.

   "Oh my gosh! It was you?" gushed Uraraka, her fingers almost making him float.

   "Well... yeah," he chuckled, his cheeks crimson red by then.

   "Thank you so much, Kirishima! The flowers are so pretty!" grinned Hagakure.

   "Can I mention that they are really well picked? I see no imperfection in them," laughed Satou. "You have a good eye."

   They all thanked him, and with a threat from Aizawa, they all quickly sat at their designated desks.

   "I know you all like Valentine's Day, and hope that there is no school, but that will not be the case," he said. "Principal Nezu accepted the suggestion of many general studies' students to make the day shorter, so today is only a half day, but do take your lessons seriously," he said, with a stern voice.

   The class cheered.

   "For now, don't make noise, and let me sleep," he muttered, zipping his sleeping bag all the way, and settling on the floor. The rest of the class, used to this, talked quietly.

   "When did you go buy flowers?" asked Kaminari, turning around in his seat to face his friend.

   "Uh..."

   "You were with us yesterday," chuckled Sero. "Did you go this morning?"

   "Yeah," nodded Kirishima. "I woke up at three, and just went, came back to put the flowers in the class, then went back to sleep," he shrugged. "I didn't sleep all that much now that I think about it," he sighed.

   "Well, just know that it's all appreciated," he grinned.

   Uraraka, from the back of the class, tried to call everyone's attention. "Hey! How about we put each of our individual flowers together in a vase? It'll look super pretty," she grinned.

   "That's a good idea," nodded Tsuyu, picking her flower up, smiling at it.

   "I'll try arranging them in the dorms, then," she grinned, and everyone nodded, in agreement.

   Kirishima smiled, and turned back to face the front. He didn't look at Bakugou, too nervous to even think about what his response would be. His confession wasn't as subtle as he wanted it to be, but it didn't matter. At least he did it, in a way. Bakugou will eventually talk to him about it, and they'll either result as friends in the end, or maybe a couple? Kirishima felt his cheeks redden at that thought.

   "Kirishima, here are your Valentine's chocolates," grinned Ashido, giving him a small red paper bag, with his name written on it.

   He smiled, and took the bag. "Thanks! That's really nice of you," he said, giving her a grin.

   "Well, of course!" she laughed. "Why wouldn't we give you chocolates?" she asked, chuckling. "Enjoy them!"

   "Thank you," he smiled.

   The rest of the day, Kirishima didn't talk to Bakugou, mostly because the other was slightly avoiding him. It was sad, but Kirishima didn't mind waiting to get his response. He did kinda force his confession on, so he doesn't mind giving Bakugou time to process what happened.

   At the cafeteria, Bakugou didn't sit with them at their table, but none of the Bakusquad members could blame him. When he had just entered the place, five girls presented many boxes of chocolates, and he had no access to enter the room properly, so he rejected them loudly, and quickly left, probably to the dorms, where he could make his own lunch.

   Kirishima, and Kaminari walked back to the classroom after lunch, where they forgot their bags, and realising every single flower was gone, they couldn't wait to get to the dorms to see the class' bouquet. Kirishima took the yellow rose from under his desk, and held on to it as they walked out of the school building.

   "We're lucky it is sunny today," grinned Kaminari. "If it wasn't, I'm sure I wouldn't be in a good mood," he chuckled.

   "I'm sure you would," smiled Kirishima. "You gave Jirou the chocolates, right?"

   "Yeah, but she mistook it for friend chocolate, so there was no love confession," he sighed. "I don't mind, actually. I don't know if I really like her, so I'm glad she mistook it for friends things," he shrugged.

   "You have many other occasions to confess," stated Kirishima, bouncing on his feet while he walked, as he saw their dorms in the distance. "I'm sure she likes you too, but things like this you gotta give it time," he smiled.

   "Yeah, yeah, time," nodded Kaminari. "That's why you kinda just confessed to Bakugou out of nowhere-"

   "I- No!" exclaimed Kirishima, slapping hands to his cheeks, covering his blush. "I just- ugh... I liked him since after the Kamino event, and I just continued to like him more and more," he sighed. "I didn't let it get to me too much, because I wanted us to stay friends, but in the end... I felt like today could be a good day to kinda get it all off my chest... I didn't expect him to realise it that soon," he said, pouting.

   "Maybe, but did it feel good to finally let him know?"

   Kirishima dropped his hands to his side. "Huh? Well, obviously," he chuckled, a nervous smile on his lips.

   "Then it's okay," grinned Kaminari. "He's like... your best friend. It's not a secret that some of us in Class 1-A are gay, so he would have expressed his homophobia sooner if he was homophobic, but he said nothing, so I don't think he has anything against you," he smiled. "If anything bad happens, you guys would just end up as friends like usual," he said, "and he'll hope you just fall out of love with him," he added.

   "Yeah, okay," smiled Kirishima. "He deserves to know my feelings anyway..."

   "At least you are being positive!" grinned Kaminari. "Now, let's give Uraraka the last yellow rose, and add it to the vase, if they finished."

   They entered the dormitories, and loud laughter interrupted any of their thoughts. Next to the television, on a small bedside table, a huge vase sat, with many flowers in it. The sunflowers, chrysanthemums, gladiolus, tulips, and yellow roses all looked well together. There was just one yellow rose missing, and Kirishima passed through the girls, to slip it in the vase.

   "It looks amazing," he complimented, clapping his hands together three times, a wide smile on his face.

   "You think? I keep thinking that having more of the gladiolus at the front, and the tulips at the side? And the chrysanthemums at the middle, and stuff, but I'm not sure," sighed Uraraka, with a small smile.

   "I think it looks cool. Our class is a bit all over the place, so I think this looks great," he grinned.

   "Ah... then I'm glad!" she exclaimed, beaming. "Also, you might want to check up on Bakugou," she laughed. "I saw him struggling with his flowers when he went up in his room," she smiled.

   "He kept them?" asked Kirishima, his eyes a bit wider than usual. "I didn't expect that," he smiled.

   "Well, go check for yourself," she smiled. "We'll be here, if you need us," she grinned, giving him a thumb up. "Good luck!"

   "Thanks!" he laughed, going to the elevator, and pressing his floor number.

   He wiped the sweat from his hands on his trousers, and ignored the humid feeling under his arms. He was nervous. Who could blame him?

   He stopped in front of his friend's door, and took a moment to rethink his plan.

   'Okay. Enter... say hello? No. Say sorry? Why? Wait, wait, wait... I'll go straight to the point, he doesn't like-'

   The door opened wide, and Bakugou stood in front of him with a unimpressed expression. Kirishima did not expect that. He didn't even knock.

   "Hum.. I- uh- I want to say- uh... that- wait." Kirishima furrowed his brows, his cheeks perhaps darker than his hair. "Sorry, I just... I can't speak-"

   "Just come in," grumbled out Bakugou, pulling Kirishima in his room by the collar. He closed his door, and then stared at Kirishima, with crossed arms.

   "Okay... okay," nodded Kirishima, unsure if he is making sense to Bakugou, or even himself. "I'm sorry." 'Wait, what?'

   "You fucking dumbass," sighed Bakugou, leaning against his door. "Don't apologise if you don't mean it."

   "Well.. uh... sorry-"

   "Shitty hair-" he began to warn.

   "No! Wait, let me try again," exclaimed Kirishima, waving his hands around, with hope it would help him speak. In the corner of his eye, he saw the flowers he gifted his friend on the desk. In a vase. A nice vase as well. "I... I gave you these," he said, pointing at the flowers.

   "Yeah. I realised."

   "Right," nodded Kirishima, this time sure he wasn't making the situation better. "I don't want to apologise about that, but I guess I want to apologise for forcing you to accept it kinda?"

   "I could have thrown them away," retorted Bakugou.

   "Ah... and you kept them," smiled Kirishima. "Yeah... so uh..." 'Out with it, out with it-' "Basically-"

   "I like you too."

   ...

   "Wait, what?" Kirishima stared at Bakugou with wide eyes, crimson cheeks, and a dropped jaw. "Hold on-"

   "Did I misread?" asked Bakugou, his cheeks reddening deeply. His brows furrowed, and Kirishima could only guess he was embarrassed.

   "Oh... no! No, you didn't... I mean, I love you- I mean, I like you," gulped Kirishima, hoping Bakugou missed his slip-up.

   But he didn't, and the smirk on his lips definitely confirmed that.

   "Oh? So soon?" he asked, with a small chuckle.

   "Well. I guess? I mean... those flowers made it quite obvious," he smiled, his eyebrows furrowed nervously.

   "They did," nodded Bakugou. He took three steps, and sat down on his bed, while Kirishima comfortably sat down on his desk chair. "Flowers like these die fast, usually," he stated.

   "Yeah... I hope they last long," smiled Kirishima. "The florist really helped to put my feelings into flowers," he chuckled. "She said the salvias would show that I think of you, even if you think I don't. The sweet alyssum were for you to know that I would always want you to be happy! The gardenias show were to show my feelings were secret, I guess?" he said, pointing at the flowers as he talked about them.

   "What about the yellow roses?" asked Bakugou.

   "Yeah... the yellow roses with red tips were to show that... I was indeed... falling in love with my best friend," he smiled, his gaze distant as he stared at the flowers.

   "Yellow roses with red tips, huh?" repeated Bakugou, staring the flowers as well. "Maybe I should have given you some as well," he said.

   Kirishima chuckled, and took out the bag of chocolates from his pocket. "Wanna share?" he asked.

   "You know I don't like chocolate."

   "Did you refuse the chocolate our classmates made?" he asked.

   "Yeah, but they put it in my bag instead."

   "Well, they would never take 'no' as an answer," grinned Kirishima, "Still, try one, I wanna see if they are good," he smiled.

   "Try them yourself, Shitty Hair," muttered Bakugou, taking the chocolates he was given out of his bag, throwing it on his desk.

   "Nah, try one," insisted Kirishima. "Come on, it's just chocolate," he chuckled.

   "Fucking fine," growled Bakugou, taking a small one, and popping it in his mouth. "Taste too sweet."

   "Oh?" Kirishima took one, and placed it in his mouth. He moved his tongue around it, feeling it melt, but not tasting anything. He frowned. He used to love chocolate.

   "Too sweet as well?" asked Bakugou.

   Kirishima shrugged, swallowing the chocolate down. He'll eat the whole packet, but he might have to take his time with it. "The texture is a bit... rougher than usual?"

   "I guess." Bakugou opened his paper bag, seeing the exact same chocolates as Kirishima. He closed it. "Hey, I wanna ask something."

   "Mmh? Ask away." Kirishima faced him, staring into the other pair of red eyes.

   Bakugou furrowed his brows, his cheeks getting pinker, his thoughts hesitating. But he blurted it out anyway. "I don't know if right now is a good time... but can you smell?" he asked, regretting it the instant he asked.

   Kirishima chuckled, and popped another chocolate in his mouth. He would deny it, but Bakugou is perceptive. Of course he'd know, of course he wouldn't mention it, of course he would try to ask about it. He shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "No."

   Bakugou didn't smile as the confirmation of his theory. He frowned further. "Can you taste?"

   Kirishima shook his head. "Nope," he sighed, swallowing the chocolate.

   "For how long?"

   "Since like... beginning of elementary school?" Kirishima hummed in thought. "Yeah. Beginning of elementary school."

   "Did you have an accident?" asked Bakugou, unbelievably curious. He hoped he wasn't being to nosy. He could wait for answers, but Kirishima didn't seem to mind.

   "Nah. I had a cold, and when I got better, I lost my sense of smell, and taste out of nowhere really," he shrugged. "Apparently, it's common to lose it like that, but I didn't think it'd happen, so yeah..."

   "That must feel like shit," commented Bakugou, with a slight huff.

   "It does," nodded Kirishima. "I'm used to it now though, so although I don't really want people to know... if they ask... like you did... I'd probably just say the truth. No point in hiding what is suspected," he shrugged.

   "You don't mind having everyone oblivious to any of your disabilities?" asked Bakugou, with a frown. "You must be glad no one likes your room decor," he chuckled.

   "I guess," chuckled Kirishima. "Thanks for helping me with my room, you know? I never know if it smells disgusting in there, so having you over in there really helps," he smiled.

   "So you are using me like that, huh?" teased Bakugou, with a small smirk.

   "Wait, no! That's not what I meant," he pouted. "But thanks for helping, again," he smiled.

    "It's fine," he shrugged. "Don't mind it."

   "That's good," grinned Kirishima, reaching out a hand towards Bakugou, hoping he'd hold it. His hopes realised, his smile widened when Bakugou's fingers entwined with his. "I really like you. I hope you don't mind..."

   "I like you too, so you don't have to worry about me minding."

   "Wow! You're so nice when you are with the person you like," he chuckled, with a small smirk.

   "Shut up, Shitty Hair."

   "Aw-"

   Bakugou's fingers tightened around Kirishima's hands.

   "I like you."

   "Don't say it all the time."

   "Hm?"

   "I like you too."

In the end, the yellow roses brought them together, with a little bit of red love.