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Bakugou’s been waiting for it since they sat down, so when his dumbest boyfriend sits up straight at their first hour break and clears his throat, he sighs.
The other three are laser-focused, trying to stifle giggles and failing.
“Everyone,” Kaminari starts. “Don’t—”
His straight face cracks a little, like paint chips falling off a wall.
“Don’t forget to leave milk and cookies out for Snoop Dogg tonight!”
Bakugou sighed.
Ashido, Sero and Kirishima flicked brown hoods over their heads from out of nowhere, attached to capes that they hadn’t been wearing a moment ago. They look like a cross between medieval monks, cultists, jedi cosplayers, or maybe just idiots who attached hoods to some snuggies for a joke.
“Four twenty blaze it.” They intoned, hands together for prayer.
He’s not sure which one broke first, possibly Sero since group antics tickle him, but Kaminari is fast behind and the others join in, laughter lighting up the classroom. Bakugou presses his fingers to his lips and averts his gaze.
“No, nope—it’s too late, Blasty! I see you smiling!” Ashido is in his face with a megawatt smile and Bakugou snorts, refusing to look at her.
“Oh, he is!?” Kirishima butts in, but Bakugou knows Ashido had already made room for him, that Kirishima would sooner pick their girlfriend up and move her, before barreling into her outside of training.
Suddenly he’s got tan skin all up in his face, two strong hands slamming down on his desk, and his eyes slide down to Kirishima’s biceps and back up again.
Intense red eyes look at him and then he’s off again, dramatically spinning away. He does pick up Ashido, spinning her around with joy across his face.
“He’s smiling!!” Kirishima crows to Ashido, looking over to Sero and Kaminari to share it with them too.
“I smile all the time.” Bakugou huffs, ruined by the quirk of his lips. These idiots.
“Katsusmiles!” Kaminari pumped his fist in the air. Sero wiped an imaginary tear. “Katsusmiles are rare and soft and I can’t believe our weed joke has done this.”
Sero patted his head.
“You’re funny sometimes, Denki.”
“Don’t patronize me. I got us Katsusmiles!”
Somewhere in the background Iida was still hand waving about appropriate topics of conversation, but Uraraka swooped in and distracted him.
Midoriya looked up, checked his watch, and jogged over. Bakugou’s smile dropped off his face for a scowl.
“Aww,” Ashido slumped on Kirishima’s shoulder. He maneuvered her deadweight back to the desks.
Midoriya came to a stop in front of Bakugou’s desk, shuffling his feet for a second. His expression didn’t change. Finally he took a breath and smiled with all the confidence of years of heroing.
“Just say it if you’re going to say it, Deku.” Bakugou propped his chin on his fist, working to look disinterested while his datemates looked on with open curiosity, still wearing their dumb robes.
Midoriya’s smile widened. He bent a little to press a self-assured, lingering kiss right to Bakugou’s lips.
Bakugou’s hand fell onto the desk, blonde lashes fluttering closed. When Midoriya drew back it was only a breath, close enough their lips brushed softly with his words.
“I didn’t forget what day it is.” Midoriya promised, before grinning. And then he leaned forward so that the next bit was truly between them, kissing the corner of Bakugou’s mouth as he spoke.
“Happy Birthday, Kacchan.”
He leaned all the way back, all pink-faced and freckled and absurdly pleased with himself. He held eye contact the entire time. Bakugou privately thought all that confidence was going to kill Bakugou someday.
“Yeah, thanks, whatever.” Bakugou looked pointedly away, cheeks lightly flushed, and Midoriya laughed happily before flouncing back wherever the fuck he came from.
“What was THAT about!?” Ashido pressed both hands to his desk like Kirishima had earlier. Her teeth were so white against her skin, spread wide in a big smile. “Babe, babe, you gotta tell me or it’ll drive me nuts all class—”
“Mina, hun.” Sero swooped her up and deposited her into her seat and took his own.
Kaminari bumped Bakugou’s shoulder amicably as he sat down, as well.
A second later Aizawa swooped in like an overgrown bat and all students were miraculously seated and attentive.
The dumb robes disappeared like they’d never existed.