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Kirishima...
Kirishima...
Kiri-sh-ima...
Bakugou sighs, annoyed with himself as he keeps his eyes glued as subtlety as possible to the animated redhead sitting across from him gesturing wildly. He scowls as he stares, both out of annoyance and a desperate need to disguise the much hated warm, fluttery feeling inside of himself. He internally dares his stupid body to go ahead and try to give him away with a blush, packing the thought with enough malice to send a chill through himself.
The Baku-squad surrounds him at their usual table in the lunchroom chattering obnoxiously. Fortunately for Bakugou he can just barely hear them over his own intrusive thoughts. His eyes are begging to show every goopy, disgusting emotion running through him and it pisses him off.
Fuck!
He can't recall when he began to feel this way, but he knows he hasn't been able to stop those feelings despite his continued efforts to do just that from the moment they began.
Kirishima let's out a boisterous laugh, unknowing drawing Bakugou's attention away from his thoughts and back to his stupidly gorgeous face.
"Kirishima..." His mind supplies unhelpfully full of that horrible warm feeling and, disgustingly enough, longing. Bakugou snarls at himself internally once again, but helplessly follows the train of thought.
His eyes wander across Kirishima's strong jawline and fall to pink, pillow-soft lips curved in his signature blinding grin. He notices they're bitten slightly. It's barely noticable unless you've stared transfixed by the unconscious act as Kirishima works through something he finds difficult. His eyes sweep across the other boy's clean shaven face and he recalls watching the redhead gently running a razor over it this morning. A ridiculous amount of shaving cream on his face for the moderate amount of facial hair, he recalls fondly.
"Shaving is manly." Kirishima had told him with a small smile and a twinkle of pride in his glowing eyes as he carefully worked the razor. A matching grin tries it's hardest to carve through the stone that is his expression in response to the memory of Kirishima. His face feels like he imagines coal feels under the huge amounts of pressure it takes to make diamonds.
"Maybe I don't want to be a fucking diamond."
Diamonds, Kirishima... He'd probably like a band with one of those tiny diamonds in the middle... Gunmetal grey like color of Bakugou's father's ring. 'Manly, but still weddingy' He'd say in a stupid way that would set Bakugou a light with pride and pure joy after he says yes of co --
"...go? Bakugo!" He blinks as a hand waves wildly in his face "Katsuki," He thinks in response as his eyes meet Kirishima's and he reaches out to slap his hand away with an unnecessary amount of force.
Kirishima flushes slightly as his eyes grow wide for a second and he hesitates, "...What?"
Bakugo snarls as he yanks up his books for their next class, just noticing the cafe has mostly cleared out and their table-mates are nowhere to be seen surprisingly.
"What, What!?" He yells as he stands. Kirishima's close proximity puts their faces mere inches apart and he sees the dark orange streaks throughout Kirishima's familiar wine red eyes. He's sure they would have been just as stunning on a noirette, if not more so.
Kirishima must take his verbal assult as a confirmation for whatever he's blathering on about this time because he replies with a tenative, yet hopeful, "Really?"
This paired with his shyly downcast eyes and steadily darkening cheeks is apparently too much for Bakugou's system, as he feels a matching blush verge on setting his face alight.
He scoffs noncommittally as he pushes past Kirishima and starts walking to hide his face and he hears Kirishima take a deep breath before slowly walking to catch up with him. Bakugou can feel Kirishima steeling his nerves behind him, but doesn't turn around as he works up the courage to stutter out, "O-okay... Katsuki," with a smile in his voice.
Bakugou's insides simultaneously freeze and melt as an audible gasp slips from his lips and ricochets in the empty cafeteria. His shoe squeaks on the tile floor as he involuntarily slows to a brief stop and the noise is enough to wake him from his daze.
He walks so fast his feet barely feel like he's touching the ground as he leaves the room and takes a sharp turn towards the dorms and leaves Kirishima calling after him in confusion. "Katsuki? Katsuki! We're going to be late to class! Are you coming? Bro?"
Bakugou keeps going as he hears Kirishima steps get further away as he continues on to class while Bakugou doesn't stop until he's reached his room.
His door slams with a solid thud. The wood begins crackling from his sparking palms as they singe two fully formed handprints at shoulder height as Bakugou presses his forehead to the door and takes two deep shuddering breaths. He stumbles to his bed and proceeds to throws himself violently onto it face first and lets out a frustrated groan, grateful for his shuttered blinds only letting in slivers of the afternoon light. He couldn't humiliate himself further, by seeing his head-over-heels expression in any reflective surfaces poised and ready to taunt him.
He flips over and grabs his phone from where it sits responsibility on his nightstand during school hours and blasts the loudest playlist he has to drown out his frantically racing mind. He covers his mouth to hide his reddened cheeks and the smile he can no longer push back.
"Eijirou," He whispers breathlessly to himself.
Eijirou...
Eijirou...
Eijirou...
Kirishima...
...Katsuki Kirishima?...