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Since him being kidnapped by the League of Villains, Bakugou was more easily irritated and while it was understandable, it still made his classmates wary around him. None of them wanted their faces being blown off because of something they said or do, thank you very much.
”You should do something about that,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima, nodding towards the explosive blond yelling at Mineta, cause his pen ran on his paper too loud. How could he even tell how loud a pen is?
”He’s right,” Sero spoke up as well, who was sitting on Kirishima’s other side. ”You might be the only one who could help him.”
”I’m really worried about him,” Eijirou heard Mina’s hushed voice as the pinkette walked up to them. From his tone, the boy could tell she felt bad for not going with them to the rescue mission. Kirishima patted her on the arm, then took a deep breath.
”I will see what I can do,” he ensured them, then his tone became serious, ”but you should go before-”
As if on clue the four of them saw how Bakugou’s head snapped towards their direction and how he pushed his chair back, anger radiating from his body. The three other students said goodbye to the redhead before fleeing as fast as possible.
”What were you talking about me behind my back with those fucking extras, huh, Shitty Hair?!” Bakugou asked angrily, but Kirishima stayed unfazed.
”They are worried about you, man. Just like everyone else in class.” He said and Bakugou tched.
”As if they care!” The blond said and Kirishima knew there was a second part of what he wanted to say without being said out –’If they cared, they’d come to help me.’
”Anyways, come to my room after school,” he said and Bakugou’s eyebrows rose. ”There’s something I want to show you.”
It was around 8:30 when Kirishima heard the quite irritated knocking on his door. He stood up from his chair and trotted to the door, opening it with a wide smile.
”Show me what you want, Shitty Hair. It’s already half past 8 and I want to go to bed,” Bakugou said, walking past the other boy.
Kirishima led his to his bad, ten pshed him down to a sitting position. The blond watched how the other walked up to his desk and took out a CD player from one of its drawers, ten walked back to the bed.
”Put it in,” he said, giving Bakugou one end of a headphone. He sat down at but the other end in his own ear. He felt Bakugou’s questioning look on him, so he spoke up again. ”One of my moms’ a musician. Her music always helps me calm down,” he said, then switched the CD player on.
Bakugou wanted to tell him that he didn’t need fucking music to calm down, but he didn’t do it for two reasons – firstly, because as soon as he heard the piano, he felt his body relaxing involuntarily and secondly, because it was Kirishima’s mother for fuck’s sake!
From the corner of his eye, Eijirou saw how his boyfriend’s body relaxed and how his eyes became droopy.
”Do you like it?” He asked, but got only a sleepy grunt as an answer.
He felt Bakugou’s head landing on his shoulder and soon after, he heard evened out breathing with his unplugged ear. He felt a smile crawling onto his lips. His mother’s music made wonders once again. He noted he had to thank the CD to her later.