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one.
The class was lounging around in the common area as they normally do. Ashido and Uraraka were upside down on the loveseat, chatting like their positioning was completely normal, with Tsuyu sitting on the floor in front of them. Todoroki, Midoriya, Tokoyami, Jirou, and Yaoyorozu were finishing up the math work they were given that day at the tables in the back of the room. Sato was finishing up a homemade classic vanilla cake for his classmates in the kitchen, with the occasional help from Koda and his bunny. Hagakure was enthusiastically cheering on Ojiro who was playing a game on his DS, both who were seated on the floor by the coffee table. Aoyama was occupying the closest mirror on the wall, putting on a black charcoal face mask. Iida and Shoji were on there way to the baths, discussing the classes they had today.
Then finally, seated on the couch mindlessly watching the television or scrolling through their phones were Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and Bakugou. Sero seemed to be totally invested into an old crime show playing on the TV, while Kaminari silently snorts to himself because of memes on his phone. The couch was swallowing Bakugou as he relaxed deep into the crack, occasionally closing his eyes to try and nap or to watch some of the show with Sero. Kirishima was scrolling through Instagram while taking a glance at the hot-tempered pale blonde every once in a while. Kirishima quietly laughed to himself at a meme he saw in his feed. He quickly saved it and immediately direct messaged it to Kaminari, who at the other end of the couch chuckled at his phone after reading the meme.
Kirishima stole another glance at Bakugou, who was looking up at him. Bakugou quickly averted his gaze and returned it to the television. Kirishima snickered before going back to his phone.
It wasn’t long for some of their classmates to retreat back up to their rooms. The domestic atmosphere was closely coming to a close as their more serious classmates started heading to bed. After Shoji and Iida emerged from their bath, they instantly went back to their rooms. Todoroki and Yaoyorozu yawned shamelessly before saying goodnight to their classmates, heading in the direction of the elevators. After a while, Sato put his fresh cake in the fridge to cool for their class to eat the evening of tomorrow, wishing goodnight to his classmates with Koda following close behind him. Aoyama finally leaving the mirror follows Sato and Koda to the elevators to get himself some beauty sleep, face mask still in place. A couple of minutes pass, Ojiro closes his DS as Hagakure whines beside him to keep playing. He complains it’s starting to get late, and with that Hagakure yawns which emphasizes Ojiro’s point. She whines even more but allows herself to get pulled up by Ojiro to her feet to head to the elevators. Tsuyu yawns at the sight of Hagakure yawning, which prompts her to say goodnight to Uraraka and Ashido, and heads up to her room with Ojiro and Hagakure.
Alas, the late bloomers stay behind. Jirou, Tokoyami, and Midoriya continue to chat at the table, tiredness taking no effect on the trio whatsoever. Ashido and Uraraka finally sat on the loveseat like a normal person would, heads starting to hurt from staying upside down for a long period of time. Bakugou leans back and down farther on the couch, a hand coming to his mouth to catch a yawn. Kirishima gazes at the sight, quite honestly surprised Bakugou hasn’t retreated up to his room yet. Kirishima brings his knees up on top of the couch and hugs them. He rests his head atop his knees and sighs dramatically, going back to his phone.
“Sero, we didn’t have any homework today did we?” Ashido questions while she leans her head on Uraraka’s shoulder. Uraraka tries to suppress a yawn after witnessing Bakugou yawn. Sero slowly shakes his head.
“I don’t think so...” He brings a finger to his temple as if that’ll help him think harder. Suddenly, someone in the back clears their throat.
“Ah, why, we had math homework to finish up.” Tokoyami crosses his arms while leaning back in his chair. From beside him, Jirou nods her head in agreement while waving around her headphone jack. Kaminari, Ashido, Sero and Kirishima all gasp in unison.
“Ahhh, Ectoplasm is going to kill us!” Kirishima frantically sits up and turns around to face Tokoyami, dropping his phone in the process. Tokoyami shrugs, causing Kirishima to groan out in frustration. Kaminari stands up from his seat on the couch and points a finger at Tokoyami.
“You know what? I’ve already accepted defeat. Please kill me now.” Kaminari orders, causing Uraraka to break out into a fit of giggles. Midoriya, who’s sitting across from Tokoyami, sighed.
“Kaminari, how would we explain that one to the class? That dark shadow wanted a snack?” He said with such a seriousness that made Jirou bark out in laughter. Bakugou growled from his position on the couch. “Fucking idiots,” He mumbled, finally sitting up to stretch properly.
Kirishima whipped his head in the direction of Bakugou. “Ohh, Mr. Explodo-Kills is finally waking up!” Kirishima teased, which resulted in Bakugou shoving a hand on Kirishima’s face and using his quirk. As always, Kirishima hardens just in time for no damage to take place. “Hey, no exploding at the late hours of the night!” Sero warned as his eyes widened and his arms shot out. Bakugou quickly held out another hand. “Fuck off, tape fa-” He began to yell but was cut off by a yawn. He immediately brought both hands to his mouth to suppress it. Kirishima quirked his head to the side, then visibly brightened up as an idea came to his mind.
“Heyy Bakugou! Did you do the math work? Willing to let a bro copy?” Kaminari interrupted with a annoyingly sweet tone and wink, along with his hands into a heart. Bakugou grimaced at the sight. “Hell no, who would ever let you copy?” He flipped off the electric boy as Uraraka raised her hand.
“Guilty. I let him copy my English work once because he promised me free mochi. I’m still waiting, Kaminari!” Uraraka yelled, sitting up to point at Kaminari. The sudden movement let Ashido fall into the couch.
“Heyyy Ura my pillow!” She whined, sitting up to rub her eyes. Uraraka turned and wrapped her arms around Ashido. “Sorry, Ashi!” Uraraka said while Ashido melted into the hug and closed her eyes, yawning.
Bakugou once again yawned after watching Ashido. Kirishima snickered. “Yawns really are contagious, huh, Blasty?” Kirishima wiggled his fingertips at the explosive boy, who in return slapped his hand.
“Shut up, I’m perfectly fine.” Bakugou scoffed and leaned back against the couch. He pulled out his phone and before getting a chance to open it, he felt a warmness at his side which wasn’t there before. Kirishima leaned closer to Bakugou’s side, and in return, received a glare. The redhead smiles wide at the action.
“Hey, Bakugou...” He began, smiling getting bigger by the second. Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the redhead in suspicion. “What shitty hair?” Bakugou leaned back even deeper till he was being swallowed by the couch. Kirishima cleared his throat before continuing, “Are you tired?” He said, narrowing his eyes back at Bakugou. Bakugou dramatically sighed out.
“No, hair for brains! Just because I’m fucking yawning doesn’t-“
“Because you have been running across my mind all night!”
Bakugou immediately went silent and crinkles in his forehead appeared as his fingers widened, dropping his phone in his lap. Ashido gasped and went to go cover her mouth. Uraraka visibly shook with laughter and fell out of the loveseat. Kirishima’s pretty sure he heard Midoriya fall out of his chair in shock. Sero and Kaminari grabbed onto each other instinctively. Tokoyami just scoffed at the sight while Jirou joined in with Uraraka, laughing at the sight. Kirishima sheepishly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. Bakugou’s ears started to develop pinkness at the tips.
“Did you just-“ He started, not knowing what to do with his hands. Bakugou awkwardly moved around like a robot, not breaking eye contact with Kirishima. Kirishima’s smile began to waver.
“Use a pickup line on you? Yeah, I just did!” Kirishima slowly rose to his feet and stepped away from Bakugou. The explosive boy, at this current time, was a wild animal, one didn’t know if he’ll attack or not. Kirishima was prepared to be cautious once the pickup line was said.
Sparks began to emit from Bakugou’s hand.
“I’ll fucking kill you shitty hair!” Bakugou yelled, rising to his two feet with the blush still on his ears. Kirishima squeaked from being startled and began to run around the common room, Bakugou hot on his tail with explosions.
“Kacchan, don’t hurt Kirishima!” Midoriya quickly stood up from his spot on the floor to try and save the redhead, but alas only made it worse by speaking up. “This is none of your fucking business, Deku!” Bakugou screamed, causing Kirishima to crack up in a fit of giggles while running away.
“Romance is dead.” Tokoyami muttered, causing Jirou to scream out in laughter once again. Kaminari snickered.
“Romance is dead? You clearly haven’t observed Kiri and Baku that much.” The electric blonde put his hands to his hips. Uraraka, still laughing from Kirishima’s outburst suddenly stopped.
“Whoa! Kaminari, calm down! Observed is a big word for you!” She teased, which made Sero and Ashido burst out laughing.
The commotion was so loud that Iida came downstairs yelling about how a sleep schedule was needed.
And if anyone asked what happened that night, Bakugou will deny everything, especially the fact that he blushed, because ‘Bakugou Katsuki never blushes.’
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two.
The class was silently working for the remainder of the period before Ectoplasm slammed the pile of graded worksheets onto the desk, causing all the students in the class to flinch. Ectoplasm was an amazing hero, but as a teacher, he turned terrifying.
Yaoyorozu was the first to recover, raising her hand. “Sensei! Is there a problem?” The girl asked, preparing to write down any information given her way. Ectoplasm raised his head and sent a glare towards the class.
“Since a few of you thought it was a good idea to cheat and copy your classmates' homework, I’m creating a last-minute exam for tomorrow.” He commanded, which meant nothing will change the hero’s mind. The class immediately reacted.
“Whaat!?” Almost everyone in the class stood up in their seats, shocked.
The witnesses of last night had a fire in their eyes, knowing damn well who truly was the copier. One by one, Ashido, Uraraka, Kirishima, Jirou, Sero, Tokoyami, Bakugou, and Midoriya’s heads snapped towards the electric blonde being seated in the middle of the classroom. Kaminari sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he sank back down into his seat.
“Ahaha! Who would’ve thought 1B and 1A share the same homework!” Kaminari blurted out, refusing to make eye contact with any of his classmates. The remaining students who were not glaring down Kaminari with murderous intent, groaned out in frustration.
“Kaminari! If you’re going to cheat, at least try and be smooth about it!” Uraraka stood up straight from her seat, stomping her foot on the tile. Kaminari starts waving his hands around, coming up with excuses. “Wait, wait! How do you even know I cheated!” He threw his hands towards his face and slid even deeper into his seat. Ectoplasm went through the pile of worksheets and pulled out Kaminari and Tetsutetsu’s.
“I know because you, as a formal dumbass, wrote Tetsutetsu’s name on your paper along with your own, Kaminari.”
As if on cue, the bell rang which commences their break before Midnight comes in for the next lesson. “Exam tomorrow, don’t forget.” Ectoplasm grumbled out before he walked out of the room.
Iida was the first to break the silent bubble. “Kaminari! We, as a class, are very disappointed in you!” He frantically waves his arms around as he stands up from his desk. Classmates around him nod their head in agreement. Kaminari stands up to face the class.
“Awh, come on guys! Maybe Sensei is only saying it to get us to just study harder?” Kaminari suggested, which caused the class to break out into a string of murmurs.
Kirishima got out of his seat before he got cornered into defending Kaminari and made his way to the edge of his favorite blondes desk. Bakugou had his eyes closed, most likely trying his best to calm down so he doesn’t explode Kaminari to another dimension.
“Hey, Bakugou!” Kirishima crouched down and leaned his arms on Bakugou’s desk. He cracked open an eye to look at the redhead. “What?” Bakugou closed his eye and sank down into his chair. Kirishima smiled, well aware that Bakugou couldn’t see the look on his face.
“Wanna help a bro and tutor me for his last-minute exam?” Bakugou opened both of his eyes to glare at Kirishima, who currently had his hands together in a hoping matter.
“Please?” Kirishima dragged out, whining.
Bakugou started glaring profusely. “If I say yes, will you leave me the fuck alone?” He questioned, sparks emitting from his hands. Kirishima beamed as his posture straightened. “Yes!” He cheered loudly.
“Then fine! Now go the fuck away!” Bakugou went to go blast the redheads face before Kirishima dodged it. He stood up and stepped away, arms pumping into the air. “Thank you Bakugou! You’re the absolute best!”
This is what had resulted in the whole class cramming. Everyone was in the common room helping each other study, determined to all get a good grade. Even Kaminari was amongst the group.
Everyone except for a redhead and his explosive friend.
Kirishima was in Bakugou’s dorm room, as Bakugou refuses to step foot into Kirishima’s ‘hideous’ room.
The pale blonde was currently explaining triangles to Kirishima, who at the moment looked focused and tentative, but was actually lost in thought. Bakugou noticed after a good minute of talking, then rolled up a worksheet and slapped Kirishima on the top of the head. Kirishima jolted in his position and was quick to hold his arms above his head.
“I’m sorry! That’s the last time I daydream, I promise!” Bakugou whacked him one more time on the head for good measure. He growled and pointed at a problem.
“Since you weren’t fucking listening, I’m assuming you don’t need my help anymore and you understand, hah?” Bakugou smirked watching Kirishima’s face fall.
“What, no! I need this help or else I’ll fail!” Kirishima whined out, resulting in Bakugou mumbling ‘stupid idiot’ under his breath.
“Alrighty shitty hair, do these practice problems to figure out the missing side length.” Bakugou sketched out a triangle, labeling two sides with an ‘X’ on the other, and one angle measuring 37°. “Solve for X, go.” Bakugou dropped the pencil watching Kirishima drag his hands down his face.
“Can I do that A squared and B squared stuff? I remember that.” Kirishima picked up the pencil Bakugou dropped and stared down at the problem like it was haunting him. Bakugou took the pencil from the redhead to point at the triangle. “No, Ectoplasm-Sensei taught us to do a different way, moron. Do you remember tangent, cosine, and sin?” Bakugou circled the angle, then Kirishima deflated into the floor, hands coming up to his face again.
“Bakugou, I’m lost.” Kirishima mumbled in his hands. Somehow, Bakugou still understood him. “Well then get the fuck up here so I can-“
“So can you give me the directions to your heart?”
Bakugou snapped the pencil he was holding in half.
Kirishima spread his fingers so he can get a good look at the explosive boy. Bakugou was visibly turning pink again, and he refused to take his eyes off the piece of paper in front of him. Bakugou dropped the broken pencil and slapped his left hand over his eyes.
“Kirishima, you fuck!” Bakugou stood up and raised both his hands, explosions being emitted within seconds. Kirishima scrambled to his feet, beginning to laugh and bolted to Bakugou’s door. He swung the door open and ran to the stairs to escape. Bakugou being Bakugou, of course, was right on his tail, following behind him.
Kirishima burst into the common room out of breath, all of his classmates immediately turning their eyes towards him. “Oh, hey guys!” Kirishima cheered, trying to calm down his breathing. Midoriya almost tripped over himself getting to his feet, who was starting to make way to the redhead.
“Kirishima! Are you okay?” He jogged across the room to make way in front of Kirishima. The sharp tooth grin that spread across Kirishima’s face let the class know that everything was okay.
“Oh! Funny story! So, Bakugou was tutoring me and I said-“
Kirishima roughly gets cut off by a body slamming into him with full force from behind. Bakugou falls with Kirishima, who went face first into the floor of the common room. Midoriya’s quick reflexes kicked in, sidestepping to the left and dodging the fall.
“Oh my god! Is Blasty’s face pink again?”
Jirou used her earphone jack on Bakugou before he could attack Ashido for her comment.
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three.
The rough training from the hero course that day left 1A completely drained. Not to mention, the math exam the same day was already too much. The hero lesson worsened it. They all wobbled back to their dormitory, wanting to collapse from all the hard work they put in today.
Ojiro raised his hands high above his head and stretched, continuing to walk. “Do you think the cafeteria is still open? Class did end late today...” Ojiro whined as he moved to do the cross arm stretched. Sato yawned from behind him. “I don’t think so, and I don’t have many ingredients to make anything. You guys already tore up that cake from a while ago. We might just have to snack.” Sato rubbed his eye as the class arrived at the dormitory. Iida, who was at the front, burst into the dorms and made way to the kitchen quickly. He immediately reached for a cup in the cabinets and opened the fridge, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Seconds had passed and he had already finished the glass as some of his classmates had joined him. “Oh thank goodness, that hit the spot.” Iida wiped his mouth, moving to rinse the cup in the sink before leaving the kitchen.
Half of the class instantly went to their own private dorms to hit the hay early or followed Iida to the kitchen to search for snacks to eat. Kaminari and Sero almost fought Uraraka and Ashido for the last bag of popcorn, the ladies being victorious in the end. Jirou searched through the cabinets trying to find her and Yaoyorozu bag of chips, with Ojiro right next to her searching for a certain bag of cereal.
Bakugou was about to retreat up to his room, heading towards the elevators until a redhead grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the kitchen. “What the fuck are you-“ Bakugou began, turning around to smack his friend but missing by an inch or so. Kirishima continued to drag Bakugou, and let go once they made it. “I’m hungry...” Kirishima whined, leaning his head lazily on Bakugou’s left shoulder. The explosive boy let the feeling linger before pushing Kirishima off softer than what he’d usually do, and if anyone would comment on it, Bakugou would say it’s because the hero course drained him of his stamina.
“Then go snack on something, idiot.” Bakugou started to leave back to the elevators before Kirishima grabbed his wrist again. “Noo, can you cook something for me, or uh, us, please?” Kirishima whined loudly, continuing to pull. Bakugou didn’t even try resisting, and he’d once again blame it on the hero course. “Just fucking cook something yourself!” Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows and glared at Kirishima. He lowered his eyes and pouted at Bakugou. “But dude! Your cooking is the absolute best!” Kirishima quivered his bottom lip in an attempt to convince Bakugou, who in return, groaned out in frustration. “Nope. Not my fucking problem you can’t cook.” Once again, Bakugou was about to retreat to his room until Kirishima sighed out dramatically.
“Ah, guess it can’t be helped. I’ll have to ask Midoriya to cook something.” Kirishima released the explosive boys wrist and started his walk to the common room, where the green-haired freckled boy was sitting. Bakugou retaliated by grabbing Kirishima’s hand and pulling him back into the kitchen. “No you’re fucking not! My cooking is far greater than that idiot Deku’s! That damn nerd can’t even cook!” Bakugou yelled, fiercely pulling Kirishima to the fridge. The redhead beamed looking down at their intertwined hands, zoning out of Bakugou’s rant about ‘how much better he is than Deku’.
The kitchen was now empty when they returned. Bakugou looked around before he realized he was still holding Kirishima’s hand. His eyes widen and he quickly dropped it. Bakugou averted his gaze as he squats down in front of the fridge to grab a couple of eggs. “I’m... making an omelet since we don’t have that much,” Bakugou grumbled, standing up and moving in front of the stoves. Kirishima pouted before jumping up and sitting on the kitchen counters, observing Bakugou.
Ashido made a show of dancing into the kitchen to throw away the empty bowl of popcorn. She stopped once noticing a pair of red crimson eyes on her. She blinked once at Kirishima, then turned towards Bakugou, who was currently whisking eggs. Ashido threw away her bowl before deflating and groaning loudly. “Kiri! You’re so lucky to have a boy like Bakugou cook for you! I’m jealous!” The mess of pink hair crossed her arms and pouted, sticking out her bottom lip exaggeratedly.
“Hah? What the fuck does a boy like me mean, Raccoon Eyes?” Bakugou put the whisked eggs into a pan before turning and glaring at Ashido. She giggled as she reached up to ruffle Kirishima’s hair. “Oh, nothing! You two have fun!” The alien winked and held up a peace sign before skipping out of the kitchen. “Fucking... stupid Black Eyes.” Bakugou growled, returning to his cooking.
Kirishima hopped down back onto the floor before Bakugou ordered, “Oi, Kirishima, get me grated cheese. I forgot to grab it.” The redhead held his hand up to his head, saluting the explosive boy like a soldier. “Yes, Bakugou sir!” Kirishima speed walked to the fridge, opening up a drawer to pull out the cheese. Once Kirishima retrieved the cheese, his eyes sparkled as an idea popped into his mind.
Kirishima slowly stood up from the fridge, closing it and tip-toeing over to Bakugou. “Hey, Bakugou!” Kirishima grinned, opening the package of cheese. He reached in and grabbed a small sprinkle. Bakugou grunted as his response, but when Kirishima didn’t respond, he shifted his head to look at the redhead. Kirishima’s smile only grew wider.
“I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I think you're the gratest!”
Bakugou profusely blushed a bright shade of pink as Kirishima sprinkled the small bit of cheese back into the bag for effect. Kirishima’s own ears were tinted with a light shade of red before Bakugou slapped both of his hands into his face, omelets abandoned. Kirishima pressed his lips together. “You, ah, alright Baku-“
“Kirishima you fucker!”
Bakugou still put in the effort to quickly finish the omelet, setting it on a plate, ignoring the grated cheese he once needed. The explosive boy, still pink at the ears and cheeks, turned and glared at the redhead. His hands popped with explosions. Kirishima swiftly put the bag of cheese on the counter before bursting out the kitchen, knowing Bakugou would be following him.
Ashido and Uraraka raised their heads from the couch once hearing Kirishima screech as his way out the kitchen. Seeing Bakugou chase Ashido’s horn buddy made her sigh out. “Kirishima did another pickup line on Bakugou, I bet’cha!” The mess of pink hair bobbed as she turned to point at her round-faced friend. Uraraka enthusiastically nodded while Kaminari and Sero waltzed into the common room. The duo paused on their way in watching the scene unfold in front of them.
Kirishima jumped over one of the love seats, his gaze falling on his two friends that just entered before returning to Bakugou, who was glaring at him across the seat. Kirishima’s smiled grew bigger upon seeing the blush still present on Bakugou’s face. Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. The explosive boy used one of his hands to flip off Kirishima, who laughed at the gesture.
“Why the fuck do you keep doing that!”
“Hm? Doing what?”
“Those fucking- shitty ass- pick up-“
“Oh! Do you want me to stop?”
Bakugou spluttered and began to walk towards the elevators. “Whatever!” He yelled out, shoving Kaminari and Sero out of his way. Bakugou angrily pushed the button to go up on elevators, entering and glaring at the floor. The elevator doors closed, leaving the common room in complete silence.
Kirishima let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He let his eyes flutter over to the ladies on the couch and his friends, who were all grinning at him.
“I mean, Bakugou didn’t exactly say to stop on the pickup lines!” Sero cheered, raising a fist in celebration. Kaminari clutched his stomach as he burst out in laughter. Ashido rushed out of her seat to poke the redhead in the chest. “So, Kirishima? What’s the plan?” She grinned, setting her unoccupied hand on her hip. Kirishima softly smiles as he brings a hand to his face. “To keep doing pick up lines on Bakugou for as long as possible! I got more tricks up my sleeve, don’t worry!”
Back in the kitchen, lay an omelet untouched. Completely forgotten about. The appetite of those now gone, as new events took over their minds.
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four.
Kirishima woke to loud banging on his door. He groaned from his spot on the bed and rubbed his eyes. The banging stopped, allowing the redhead to close his eyes again. He was about to fall back into a deep sleep until a deep angry voice boomed on the outside of his door.
“Shitty hair! You fuck! Are you trying to be late, you fucking moron!”
Kirishima has never felt his eyes widen so fast. He reached for his phone so fast that he fell out of his bed. Kirishima yelped as he hit the floor, but alas noticed it was 8:10 AM thanks to his phone. Homeroom started in 15 minutes. It took him 15 minutes to do his hair. He had absolutely no time in the world.
The redhead stood from his place on the floor, ran towards his door, almost tripping in the process to burst it open and turn on his light. Kirishima yanked his shirt off running to his closet, throwing on his white undershirt and gray blazer. He was about to reach for his tie, but then believed he wouldn’t have time to put it on and adjust it.
“Hurry up, fucker! You’re damn lucky that I had to come back to the dorms to grab my notebook!” Bakugou growled, moving to grab Kirishima’s backpack that was laying by his desk. Bakugou stuffed everything that was on Kirishima’s desk into his bag. His gaze shifted to the redhead who was buckling his trousers, then grabbed slacks to throw on. Kirishima quickly straightened up before grabbing a hair tie and sprinting out of his room. “Oi-“ Bakugou began, before taking after his friend. He was kind enough to at least close the door behind him before booking it after Kirishima.
When Bakugou caught up, Kirishima was speed walking and biting at his lower lip. The redhead furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he tried to put his hair up in a loose ponytail. Bakugou scoffed as he held out the red backpack. “Your bag, dip-shit.” He grumbled watching Kirishima finish, a smile of satisfaction rising to his face. Kirishima quickly turned to Bakugou, grabbing the backpack and flashing an even bigger smile. “Thank you so much Bakugou! I didn’t think I would sleep through all my alarms... That hero lesson yesterday was hell.” Kirishima’s smile fell as he groaned.
“Whine later. Class is going to start if we don’t haul ass.” Bakugou yelled as he began to run the rest of the way to UA. He heard Kirishima groan out in frustration before sprinting the rest of the way too.
The explosive boy smirked when he made it to the school first, Kirishima coming up right next to him. “I win.” Bakugou said, jabbing a finger into Kirishima’s chest. Kirishima wobbled back a step before shoving Bakugou towards the direction of the classroom. That caused Bakugou to let out a loud laugh, which was music to Kirishima’s ears.
The duo burst into the classroom with only a minute and a half left to spare before homeroom started. Kirishima fell to his knees upon arriving, Kaminari raising a brow at the gesture. “Bless Bakugou Katsuki for making sure I, Kirishima Eijirou, was not late.” Kirishima grinned when Bakugou pushed his face, heading towards his desk on the far left. “You were just on the way, idiot.” Bakugou yelled before Aizawa stumbled into the room, remaining neutral even as he stared into Kirishima’s back. The old man sighed, allowing Kirishima to jump in surprise, then promptly move to his seat. Kaminari snickered before Kirishima sat down and kicked the electric boys' seat in front of him. Kaminari yelped, causing other students to give him a questioning gaze. Kirishima quietly laughed to himself, but then Aizawa cleared his throat, prompting Kirishima to shut up.
The bell rang, signifying the start of homeroom. Aizawa sighed, deflating at the front of the room. “In about 5 minutes I’ll give you all a quick survey needed to collect data for upcoming heroes. It should only take a minute. For now, just mingle, I don’t care.” Aizawa sat down on the floor and rolled up his yellow sleeping bag.
Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero all turned and rolled their seats towards Kirishima’s desk. Ashido pointed her index finger at his hair. “Dang Kiri! How late did you wake up for this to happen?” She bobbed the loose ponytail on Kirishima’s head before resting her face against her fists. Kirishima leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Enough to haul ass. Bakugou luckily woke me up though! He woke me up with 15 minutes left to spare.” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck before Bakugou came over. He went down on his knees to be eye level and squeezed between the redhead and Sero. “‘S not like I purposefully fucking went back to wake you up.” Bakugou grumbled, copying Ashido and resting his face against a hand. Sero smirked at the explosive boy. “Oh yeah, that’s what they all say Bakugou!” Sero laughed when Bakugou attempted to push his face away, prompting the rest of the friend group to laugh with him.
Kaminari raised his hand as if he had to be called on. Kirishima played along with him anyway. “Yes, Kaminari!” Kirishima pointed a straight arm at him as if he was Iida. Kaminari lowered his arm to point a finger towards the sky. “How do we think we did on the math exam Ectoplasm gave us the other day? I think we’re getting that back today...” Kaminari rubbed his chin in concentration. Sero and Ashido simultaneously put their heads on Kirishima’s desk. Kirishima chuckled, taking that as a sign that they don’t think they did that hot. “I think I did pretty well since Bakugou tutored me! Though there was that slight disturbance when I told him-“ Kirishima was cut off by Bakugou slamming his fist on the desk, startling Ashido and Sero to raise their heads. “That shit never happened.” He glared at the redhead, who in return just brightly smiled at him.
The class became quiet when Aizawa rose from his spot on the floor and glared at his class. “Stop being so loud, especially you Bakugou. Go back to your seats so I can hand out the survey.” He grumbled out. Bakugou growled before he and everyone else when back to their assigned seats. Aizawa picked up a stack of papers and started to hand them out row by row. “To make it easier on us, please use pencil so we can scan these,” Aizawa said when Kirishima was handed his by Kaminari. The redhead passed the remaining papers to Koda behind him.
Kirishima reached into his bag to discover that he had no pencils, only pens. In fact, he didn’t even have all of the materials he needed for today. Kirishima’s face fell when he realized this was because of the work of Bakugou, who just shoved any random shit on Kirishima’s desk into his bag. Kirishima looked up to watch the explosive boy. Bakugou was working on the survey, scribbling on the paper with his pencil.
At the worst timing possible, Kirishima got an ‘amazing’ idea.
The redhead pulled out one of the pens that were in his bag and a blank piece of binder paper. Kirishima wrote a small message, doodling hearts and smiley faces all around it. He then folded up the piece of paper, molding it into a paper airplane. Kirishima watched Aizawa to make sure he was not watching. The teacher had his eyes closed and was most likely napping. Carefully, Kirishima aimed the airplane at Bakugou’s desk and threw it gently across the two rows.
Bakugou was minding his own business until a paper airplane carefully landed on his desk. Bakugou raised an eyebrow and looked behind him. He noticed Kirishima smiling brightly at him, holding up a peace sign. Bakugou huffed and tried to hide his small smile coming to his face with a hand. The explosive boy turned back to the airplane in front of him. He carefully unfolded the paper, that once opened revealed a message.
“do u have a pencil? cause i want to erase ur past and write our future ;-) <3”
Bakugou felt a blush creeping up his neck. He dropped the paper and pushed his hands against his face. He heard Kirishima一that little fucker一laugh quietly to himself behind him. Why does he have to be like that? I hate him. I really fucking do. Kirishima and his fucking shitty hair and bright smile-
Bakugou used one hand to grab an extra pencil from his bag. Flustered and frustrated, Bakugou quickly stood up and used his quirk. He blasted the pencil across the room towards Kirishima, also burning the note in the process with his other hand. Kirishima, unprepared, widen his eyes and harden his face, prompting for his loose ponytail to fall out. The force was so strong that Kirishima was knocked out of his seat.
“K-Kirishima!” Midoriya stood up from his desk, eyes going back and forth from his childhood friend and the man on the floor. Midoriya then noticed the pinkness on Bakugou’s cheeks and ears. “Kacchan? You’re a bit pink-“ He began to point out before Bakugou whipped his head in Midoriya’s direction. “Shut the fuck up, Deku!” Bakugou slapped his hands on his face again, causing Kirishima who’s still on the floor to burst out in laughter. Aizawa, who still had his eyes closed, didn’t even looked phased by the commotion.
Kirishima rose from his spot on the floor. “So you do want to rewrite our future!” Kirishima teased, holding up the pencil Bakugou threw at him. Bakugou spluttered, resulting in just flipping off the redhead. Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero all joined Kirishima in laughing loudly.
From next door, class 1B looked around, confused from all the noise emitting from 1A. The class stopped questioning it when they hear Bakugou’s explosions and Kirishima’s loud laughter.
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five.
It was one of those days.
Kirishima was laying on his bed, blankets suffocating him. Pillows scattered everywhere, so he was truly surrounded. Lights were turned off. The only light shining throughout his room was the moon breaking through his curtains at his balcony. People have tried texting him, but he wasn’t in the mood to answer them. Kirishima just wanted to just be alone, left to his negative thoughts.
Kirishima was sitting in silence for god knows how long. Ever since he came back from his mission with Fat Gum and Amajiki, Kirishima didn’t talk to anyone. Kaminari did the usual, ‘how was your mission dude?’, but Kirishima ignored him. The redhead walked straight to the elevators and to his room. People texted him, but no one actually bothered to follow him. Is that a sign? Is he not a man anymore? Is he not even considered be a hero anymore after today? Is he-
A sharp knock brought Kirishima out of his thoughts.
Kirishima’s gaze shifts over to the door. He doesn’t bother to get up. In fact, Kirishima sinks deeper into his blanket cocoon. He blocks out the rapid knocking by closing his eyes.
What he doesn’t expect is to hear a raspy voice.
“Kirishima, open the door,” Bakugou says. He stopped knocking, waiting patiently at the door. Kirishima’s eyes widen before bringing his hands up to his face. He covers his entire face. Kirishima doesn’t want to be seen right now. He doesn’t want to be seen by anyone. Especially not him. Not Bakugou. Bakugou would be disappointed in me. A soft sigh is heard outside his door, then the click and turn of a door opening. Bakugou seems to be going back to his room, it’s for the better. He heard the door shut.
Once again, what Kirishima doesn’t expect is for Bakugou to unlock his own door and waltz on into Kirishima’s room.
Kirishima yelps in surprise and goes to hide underneath the pile of blankets. He hears his door click shut, then feels a dip at the end of his bed. The silence ran on for a good few minutes, it was almost too much.
Bakugou sighed and maneuvered around until he was squished sitting between Kirishima and the wall. With his back to the wall, Bakugou pushed and shoved the pile of blankets and pillows until Kirishima showed his face. The redhead poked his head out, revealing only his nose and up. He didn’t let his gaze linger on Bakugou for too long before closing his eyes. “What do you want, Bakugou.” Kirishima muttered, settling deeper back into his cocoon. Bakugou craned his head to the side. “What’s up with you?” The explosive boy rested his face atop his hand, elbow on his knee.
“Nothing.”
“Cut the bullshit with me, Kirishima.”
Kirishima winced as he sat up to hear Bakugou more properly. “Really, it’s nothing. Go back to your room, it’s getting late.” Kirishima let his eyes fall as he let out a big sigh. Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. “You’ve done this for me, like what, a fucking billion times?” He says. “But I’m not allowed to do the same damn shit for once?” Bakugou’s tone of voice made Kirishima look up to catch the crimson eyes on him. Bakugou’s eyebrows now curled up, like he’s worried. Kirishima curled up into a ball.
“Bakugou-” Kirishima stopped himself. His eyes slowly filled with tears, and he hasn’t even said anything yet. “I broke. I couldn’t-” Kirishima rose his head to bring a hand to his mouth. “If I was faster, then maybe I could’ve saved that little boy.” Kirishima looked at his unoccupied hand, glaring at the few scars that lay. Bakugou remained silent. Kirishima wipes his eyes before sliding back underneath his blankets, turning away from Bakugou. He heard Bakugou sigh out before the explosive boy stood up and got out of bed.
“Get up.”
Kirishima rose his head. “What?”
“You heard me, get up.”
Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why? What are you-“ Bakugou reached for Kirishima’s hand and pulled him out of bed. Kirishima tripped over his own feet, but then caught himself. “Alright, Bakugou! Just give me a second.” Kirishima grabbed a random hoodie on the floor and turned to Bakugou, frowning. Bakugou smirked, pulling a blanket off the bed and dragging it with him. “Follow me, shitty hair.” He reached for Kirishima’s hand with his empty hand and pulled the redhead out of his room.
Bakugou softly closed the door behind him, cracking a small smile at Kirishima and dragging him to the stairs. Kirishima has never been more confused in his life.
“Bakugou, seriously. What are you doing?” Kirishima muttered while throwing his hood on. Bakugou squeezed the hand he was holding and said nothing. Kirishima watched his feet going up the stairs, rubbing a thumb across Bakugou’s calloused hand.
They made it to the top of the stairs. Bakugou pushed open the door with his side to reveal the rooftop, sky shining with bright stars. Kirishima widens his eyes before Bakugou dragged him to the center. Bakugou threw a blanket on the ground than sat down, pulling Kirishima with him. Bakugou let go of the hand he was holding onto to fidget with his own in his lap. Kirishima looked up at the dark blue side and smiled.
“Thank you.”
Bakugou turned his head towards the redhead. “I haven’t even said shit yet, shitty hair.” Bakugou smirked while Kirishima shoved him lightly. “You don’t have to say anything. Just bringing me out here is perfect.” Kirishima’s eyes sparkled while counting the stars, prompting Bakugou to hide a small grin and look away. The explosive boy too raised his head towards the sky and joined his friend in counting the night stars.
The two remained in comfortable silence. Bakugou would alter between fidgeting with his hands or watching the stars. The boy couldn’t decide whether or not to stay in one place. Kirishima was completely oblivious, watching the stars with his full attention in awe. Bakugou eventually let out a deep breath before turning to the redhead. Kirishima felt a pair of eyes of him, so he turns his head to face Bakugou properly. “Hey.” Kirishima smiles as Bakugou tries to figure out his words.
“You’re strong.”
Kirishima drops his smile and widens his eyes. “Huh?”
“You’re strong. You’re fucking unbreakable, alright? You don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, Kirishima. I don’t know what fucking happened today, but that doesn’t define who you are.” Bakugou took a pause to collect his thoughts and breathe out. “You know I don’t say shit I don’t mean. You’re fucking strong, and mistakes happen. I don’t want to see you moping around and all that shit. We’re heroes, shit’ll happen Kirishima. At the end of the day, it’s down to you, and you’re fucking worth it, alright? You’re. Unbreakable.”
Bakugou’s cheeks dusted a light pink, immediately looking down after his ramble. Kirishima couldn’t take his eyes off the pale blonde boy, his own cheeks also dusting pink. He remains in awe as he scoots closer to Bakugou. Kirishima smiles brightly, bringing a hand to his mouth to hide his grin. “Thank you, so much Bakugou.” Bakugou looked up, reaching for Kirishima’s wrist. He slowly pulled his hand down to reveal the redhead still smiling. Bakugou grinned wholeheartedly as he gently drops Kirishima’s wrist.
The duo averted their gazes back to the night sky, comfortable silence looming over them once again.
Kirishima smiled as he leans in closer to Bakugou. “Hey, Bakugou.” He says, unable to contain his wide grin. Bakugou shifts his eyes and raises an eyebrow in acknowledgment that he’s listening. Kirishima wraps an arm around the explosive boy's shoulder.
“If I had a star for every time you brightened my life, I'd be holding a galaxy.”
This one, actually got Bakugou to laugh loudly. Kirishima snickers as Bakugou lightly pushes Kirishima face away from him, arm slipping off. “God, stop being a fucking sap.” Somehow, Kirishima’s smile gets even bigger and brighter. “I can’t help it!” Kirishima joins his favorite person on laughing loudly.
“I swear to fucking god, shitty hair. I hate you.” Bakugou grumbles as he pushes a hand through his hair. Kirishima gets closer and sets his head on Bakugou’s shoulder. He doesn’t push the redhead away. Kirishima raises a hand and wiggles his fingers in front of Bakugou’s face, the smile never wavering. “No you don’t, you love me!” Kirishima’s sharp teeth show as he grins even wider. Bakugou doesn’t respond, sighing loudly as he sets his head atop Kirishima’s.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Kirishima laughs into Bakugou’s neck, knowing that means he doesn’t hate the redhead in Bakugou language. They both raised their eyes back to the stars while embracing the other’s warmth on their sides.
Kirishima tangled his legs with Bakugou’s before sighing contently. He looks down and fidgets with his hands. “I know I’ve said this a lot already, but thank you so much Bakugou. I really do appreciate this a lot. You didn’t have to do this.” Kirishima raises his gaze and locks glances with Bakugou. Bakugou doesn’t even hesitate when saying, “You know I don’t do shit I don’t want to do. I do what I fucking want.” Bakugou flicks Kirishima in the nose, causing the redhead to flinch. Kirishima rubs his nose and playfully pouts at his favorite blonde. Bakugou snickers at the action and smiles.
Kirishima didn’t think it was possible to fall even deeper in love, but he does every day.
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five + one.
The class was seated quietly for once, waiting for Cementoss to walk in and start their art lesson. They’re required to take art twice a week, and it’s their first lesson of the new week. The class anxiously awaits, as people such as Ashido and Sato enjoy forms of art and wish to do more.
Cementoss walks in and gently sets a stack of small papers on the desk in the front of the classroom. He turns and greets the class with a smile. “Hello, students. I’m just going to cut to the chase...” Cementoss slowly turns a small projector and blasts a slideshow on the board. Right in the dead center of the slideshow reads, “Unit 3: Art Project” and the whole class collectively groaned and deflated in their seats with the exceptions of Bakugou, Shoji, Todoroki, Iida, Tsuyu, Tokoyami, and Yaoyorozu.
“Now, now. It really isn’t that bad.” Cementoss changes the slide. Upon the slide read instructions, in which the class carefully reads. “You’ll be working in partners, and I trust you enough to pick your own.” Cementoss eyes the class as a few students mumbled ‘yes’ underneath their breaths and lock eye contact with one another. “I’ll assign each pair a topic. For example, crack. The pair will have to convey the theme, crack, in any form of art. Forms like photography, sculpting, drawing, video production, anything you desire. For crack, in this case, it could be a drawing of a bone cracking. The field is your decision.” Cementoss’ gaze moves back to the students, who are either tentatively paying attention or are daydreaming. “Do you understand, Kaminari?”
Kaminari raises his head, rubbing his left eye as he looks from left to right. “Huh?” He questions, the class breaking out into laughter. Cementoss raises a brow at the electric boy. “Care to repeat what I just said?” Cementoss crosses his arms, staring Kaminari down. Kaminari leans back in his chair, tempting to hide. “Ah... well, you said...” Kaminari squints his eyes, desperately trying to think of something to say. From behind him, a redhead snickers behind his hand. “Take your time.” Kirishima whispers, letting his head rest against an open palm.
Cementoss sighs once he realizes Kaminari won’t be saying anything. “Next time, pay attention.” He clears his throat, watching Kaminari sit up straight in his seat before continuing. “It’ll be due a week from now. If I were you, I’d do it this weekend. The rest of the period will be time to decide who your partner is, and what you’ll do with the topic I assign you. Have fun.” Cementoss sits down at the desk and lays out the stack of small papers. He puts all the papers into a box and waits.
Immediately, the class went into chaos as everyone moved around. Uraraka stood up and sprinted over to Ashido’s desk. Jirou and Yaoyorozu locked gazes before the earphone girl walks over to the others desk. Kaminari and Sero practically jump and tackle each other. Todoroki softly smiles as Midoriya drags over a chair to sit at his desk.
Kirishima glances over in Bakugou’s direction and already notices the explosive boy looking at him. The redhead smiles before rising to his feet and walking over to Bakugou’s desk.
“Hey, Blasty! Wanna be partners?” Kirishima jumps up and sits on Bakugou’s desk. Bakugou looks up and glares at the smiling idiot. “Get off my desk, shitty hair.” Bakugou says, no bite to his tone at all. Kirishima sarcastically pouts. “Ah, so no? Guess I’ll go be partners with Shoji!” Kirishima starts to move off Bakugou’s desk before he groans loudly. “Don’t make me fucking say it.” Bakugou deflates and puts his head down. Kirishima ruffles the pale blonde hair. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, man!” Kirishima’s smile rivals the sun and grows bigger when Bakugou groans even louder. He suddenly stands up and stomps over towards Cementoss. “Awh Bakugou! I need to hear it!” Kirishima calls out as Bakugou leaves.
“Sensei, Kirishima is my partner. Give us a damn topic.” Bakugou crosses his arms as Kirishima runs up and throws an arm around the explosive boy. “Please!” Kirishima cheers. Cementoss softens up as he holds out a box. “Take your pick.” He shakes the box a couple of times. Kirishima turns his head to whisper in Bakugou’s ear. “I trust you to pick an easy one!” The redhead pats Bakugou’s shoulder while Bakugou sticks his hand into the box and pulls out a small piece of paper. He unfolds it slowly to reveal the topic.
“Pop? What could we do for pop?” Kirishima whines as he takes the paper from Bakugou’s hand to inspect it. Bakugou snatches the paper back and pushes it into his pocket. “Fucking idiot, we could do something with my explosions.” He says, noting how Cementoss nods his head in agreement. Kirishima gasps as he follows Bakugou back to his desk. “Dude, that’s so smart! We could take a photo of it!” Kirishima raises his hands in aspiration. Kaminari and Sero wander on over, looking distressed.
“Hey! For no reason, what’s your topic?” Sero questions, putting a finger to his chin. Bakugou raises his eyebrows and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Pop...” He grumbles, squinting an eye at the duo in front of him. “Ugh! We got fear! We have no idea what to do!” Kaminari whines as he smacks his hands onto his face. Kirishima and Bakugou snicker at the sight in front of him. “Sorry, Kaminari! We aren’t trading!” Kirishima shrugs and flashes a smile as if that’ll cheer the electric boy up. Sero growls as he looks around at all the other groups, deciding whom to talk to next.
“C’mon, hair-for-brains. Let’s decide on what to do for the picture to fucking destroy everyone and get the best damn grade!” Bakugou slams a hand on the desk loudly, prompting Kirishima to laugh and cheer.
Meanwhile, Kaminari and Sero are still running around trying to trade topics and are unsuccessful in the end.
//
Kirishima wakes up late again.
Luckily, there’s no class that day. However, Kirishima wakes up to a bang on his dorm door. He slowly sits up and yawns. “What?” He drags out, reaching for his phone. The phone screen lights up his room, with the time being only eleven in the morning.
Suddenly, everything hits him at full force. He promised Bakugou that they’d work on and finish their art project in the morning. He throws his covers off and sprints to the door, unlocking it to slowly reveal an angry pale blonde boy.
Bakugou has his eyebrows furrowed, a glare upon his face being directed at Kirishima. The redhead sheepishly rubs his neck as he looks Bakugou up and down. “Ah, I kind of forgot to set an alarm to get up earlier...” Kirishima forces a laugh out as he walks back into his room. He hears Bakugou follow and close the door behind him. Kirishima reaches into a pile of clothes and throws on a Crimson Riot hoodie. “Fucking idiot. C’mon, I want to train after we take this damn picture.” Bakugou sticks his hand into a bag he was apparently holding and pulls out a digital camera. The redhead widens his eyes as he reaches for the camera. “Dude! My mom has one of these! She used to let me take pictures all the time when I was younger.” Kirishima gently takes the camera out of Bakugou’s hand, fingers sliding against one another. Bakugou’s ears tint a small shade of pink before disappearing completely.
Bakugou clears his throat. “Fucking good then. You can take the picture.” Bakugou drops the now empty bag on the floor before stomping out of Kirishima’s room, yelling back, “Let’s go, shitty hair!”
Bakugou waits in the hall for Kirishima to come out, shoving his hands into a jacket he was wearing. When he does, he now has sweats on and his hair is tied back. The camera is around his neck securely as he jumps to the elevators. “Let’s go, Blasty!” Kirishima mocks as he presses the button to go down. The explosive boy scoffs as he walks over to the elevators to join the now-hyper boy.
When they arrived at the common room, practically the whole class was down there was well. Yaoyorozu was creating blank canvas' and setting them on the tables, Jirou besides her who seemed to be sketching something. Midoriya and Todoroki were in the kitchen surrounding a pan, Midoriya holding a camera at his side. Kaminari and Sero were seated on the couches, yelling loudly at each other. In the courtyard, you could see Ashido jumping around with Uraraka next to her, camera in hand. Koda and Sato were also seated at one of the tables, clay laid out in front of the pair, both ready to sculpt.
Kirishima widens his eyes as he and Bakugou walked through the common room. “Wow, looks like everyone is getting the project out of the way today, huh?” Kirishima’s eyes fall back onto Kaminari and Sero, who were still yelling.
Almost like Bakugou was reading his mind, the explosive boy stumbled over to the two on the couch. “What are you two fuckers doing?” He questions, the pair in front of him suddenly stopping. Kaminari stands up from his spot on the couch. “Bakugou! Solve this for us!” The electric boy over-dramatically puts his hands to his hips. “For our topic, fear, we decided to do a video of one of us scaring each other. Tokoyami is even letting us use his room!” Kaminari stomps his right foot as he whines. “But we’re arguing on who’ll be scaring who, so solve this for us, Blasty!” Kaminari reaches for Bakugou, who pushes him away and onto the couch. “Don’t call me Blasty.”
Kirishima doesn’t mention how Bakugou lets him call him Blasty.
Bakugou sighs as Kaminari and Sero deflate on the couch. “Fine. Dunce face, you’re scaring tape face.” Bakugou then continues his way out of the common room towards the door. Kirishima follows, hearing Sero cry out ‘what?!’ and Kaminari yelling ‘yes!’
Kirishima catches up to Bakugou and clutches the camera around his neck. “So, where are we going?” The redhead cranes his head to the side as he looks ahead. Bakugou stuffs his hands into his pockets. “Figured we could take it at the training grounds so it fits better, I dunno,” Bakugou says, Kirishima nodding his head in agreement.
The two walk there in comfortable silence. Bakugou just a few steps ahead of Kirishima, hands still deep in his pockets. Kirishima fiddles with the camera, and upon further inspection realizes there’s a sticker on the side that reads ‘Cementoss’. He figures Bakugou borrowed it, as he’s never seen Bakugou pull out a digital camera in his life.
“Hey,” Kirishima calls out, breaking the silence. Bakugou slows down his steps so they’re synchronized. When Kirishima doesn’t say anything, Bakugou nudges his arm with his. “What is it, Kirishima.” Bakugou deadpans. He looks over to see Kirishima take a glance at the sky. “Thanks for letting me be your partner!” Kirishima cheers, flashing Bakugou a big grin. The explosive boy returns his gaze to straight ahead of him. “Tsk,” He begins, drawing out a long sigh. “I couldn’t have fucking picked anyone else, dip shit.” Bakugou grumbles as he quickens his pace. He hears Kirishima chuckle from behind him, and could practically feel the redheads smile on his back.
When they arrived, Bakugou threw off his jacket to reveal his usual black tank-top. “Let’s fucking do this.” Bakugou emits a few small explosions from his hands to test out the intensity. Kirishima smiles before turning on the camera. “Give me second, I gotta adjust the settings.” The redhead plays around with the camera, taking practice shots (totally not of Bakugou) while the other continues to play with his explosions.
Kirishima clicks the camera for the final time. “Alright, dude! I think it’s good.” He walks over to Bakugou, who stops his explosions. “How we doing this?” Kirishima questions as he holds the camera up to his face. Bakugou shrugs his shoulders. “Just take a bunch of good shots with a good background. I’ll fucking create the best explosions.” Bakugou smirks as he creates small explosions with one hand. Kirishima laughs as he goes up close to Bakugou’s hand and takes pictures.
As Kirishima moves around to get good angles and backgrounds, Bakugou twitches. He furrows his eyebrows and quietly curses to himself. The explosive boy feels a blush crawling up his neck. He clears his throat as he takes a step back. “Kirishima...” Bakugou begins, satisfied that Kirishima can’t see his face because of the camera. “What’s up, dude?” The redhead questions, face still pressed up against the camera.
“I think... I feel a spark between us.”
Suddenly, Kirishima stops taking pictures. He slowly lifts his face away from the camera. Bakugou notices a small blush tinted at his cheeks and ears. “H-Huh?” Kirishima squeaks. Bakugou stops making explosions as he feels his face getting hotter.
“And I'm not a photographer, but...” Bakugou gestures to the camera around Kirishima’s neck. “I can picture you and me together.”
Kirishima feels like he might combust on the spot. He feels his whole face turn into the shade of his hair. “B-Bakugou!” The redhead slaps both of his hands onto his face. He hears the explosive boy slowly begin to laugh. Kirishima moves a few of his fingers to peak at the sight. Bakugou’s face was also red, but he looked like he was having the time of his life. “What? You’ve been doing these pick-up lines on me for days!” Bakugou hides a smile with a hand as Kirishima tries to cover up his face even more. Both of their faces were on fire.
Bakugou actually returning the couple of times Kirishima’s said a pickup line to him with his own pickup line gave Kirishima a burst of confidence. Kirishima suddenly removed the hands from his face and stared directly into Bakugou’s face, who was still hiding a smile. “Bakugou, go out with me!” Kirishima yelled at the top of his lungs.
Bakugou’s smile faded away in an instant. His face somehow got even darker. Even with all the blush on his face, he pointed an accusing finger at the redhead while furrowing his eyebrows. “Hah?! You can’t just say shit like that , you fuck!” Bakugou spluttered, voice cracking at the end. Kirishima showed off his sharp teeth in a grin as he reached for Bakugou’s hand that was still pointing at him. “I didn’t hear a no!” Kirishima teased, slipping his hand into Bakugou’s to intertwine their fingers.
The gesture made the explosive boy go silent. He stared with bright crimson eyes at their hands, and god, he hoped you aren’t able to feel heartbeats in hands because his was going crazy. Kirishima’s voice brought Bakugou back to reality.
“So, is that a yes..?” Kirishima hoped. The redhead closed his eyes and puffed out his cheeks, so all Bakugou wanted to do was pinch the damn cheeks. Kirishima opened his eyes to see Bakugou’s flustered face. Seeing Kirishima’s hopeful face gave Bakugou enough courage to frantically nod yes.
And god, is Bakugou so glad he said yes. Kirishima smiles so brightly and lets out a laugh. He let go of Bakugou’s hand to wrap both of his arms around Bakugou’s neck for a bone-crushing hug. The camera getting squished in between them. Bakugou slowly slid his arms up to wrap around Kirishima’s shoulder blades and squeezed him once.
“Bakugou!” Kirishima drags out into Bakugou’s ear, causing him to shiver. Kirishima burrows his face into Bakugou’s neck. Bakugou hums as a response, sliding his hands up and down Kirishima’s back. Kirishima brings his head up a tad bit. “I’m so happy! I like you so much!” He whines and shoves his head back into Bakugou’s neck. The explosive boy became as red as Kirishima’s hair.
It was silent for a couple of moments, before you hear the oh-so-quiet, “Me too.” from Bakugou.
Kirishima was living on the edge at his point. His confidence was on fire. The redhead braced himself as he smacked his lips against Bakugou’s round cheek. The result was Bakugou cursing up a storm and igniting explosions from being too flustered, destroying Kirishima’s hoodie. Kirishima’s laughter could be heard from miles away.
And when Kirishima and Bakugou return to the dorms later, no one questions it when the pair walk in with conjoined hands.