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“Dude, I’m so worn out!” Kirishima laid on the floor, fumbling to reach one of the water bottles next to him. He can’t quite reach, groaning and rolling over in order to grasp a bottle before it rolled away.
“Nobody told you to keep up your Unbreakable for so long, Kiri.” Kaminari sits on the ground next to Kirishima, grabbing his own water bottle and downing it.
“Everyone else was showing off man, I couldn’t be the only one not working their hardest!” Kirishima screws the lid off of the water bottle in his hand before draining it.
“Um, Kirishima? That’s not your water bottle.” The whisper came from Kouda, who was seated on the floor in front of Kirishima and Kaminari, along with Sero and Satou.
“What do you mean this isn’t my water bottle?”
“It has Bakugou’s name on the side.”
Kirishima turns the water bottle over, and sure enough, written in delicate lettering, were the words “Bakugou Katsuki”.
“Oh my god it is.” Kirishima’s face starts to flush as he realizes the implications of what he just did.
“And he already drank from it earlier.”
That just makes it worse, as Kaminari and Sero finally pick up on what’s going on.
“Wait, did you just indirectly kiss Bakugou?”
“He so did.”
“Look at his fucking face, man! He’s dying!” Kirishima sputters, trying to deny what he knew had happened, or at least his embarrassment surrounding the situations.
“You guys are going to kill him, man. He looks like he’s about to explode.” Satou leans back, bumping into Bakugou’s legs as the blonde stands behind him.
“Where is my fucking water bottle?”
“Oh Kiri has it. But you might not want it, considering what he just did.” Sero and Kaminari snicker as Kirishima hides his face in his hands.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“He drank from it accidentally, and now they’re making fun of him for it.”
“Fucking why, that’s stupid.” Bakugou steps past Satou and takes the water bottle from Kirishima, grunting as he realizes it’s empty.
“How the fuck did you drink all of it, Shitty Hair? I just filled it up and now I have to fill it again? Fuck you.” Bakugou turns to walk away, ignoring Kirishima’s wailed apologies.
“The fact that he just fucking ignored you made this 100% funnier man.” Kaminari can barely speak through his laughter, ducking as Kirishima picks up his own water bottle and chucks it at him.
“Shut up, man! This isn’t funny. He’s probably so mad.”
“Yeah, because you didn’t just do it directly.” Kirishima tackles Sero, the boys rolling around as Iida starts yelling at them in the background about roughhousing.
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By the time they got back to the dorms, everyone knew about how Kirishima accidentally indirectly kissed Bakugou. And there was no way anyone was letting him live it down.
“Soooo Kirishima…” Uraraka leans on the counter as Kirishima chews on a piece of beef jerky.
“How did Bakugou taste?” Jirou raises her eyebrows at Kirishima as the redhead chokes.
“It’s not like that! It wasn’t like that at all!” Kirishima coughs, grabbing a water bottle and drinking some in order to help the jerky down.
“Be careful; wouldn’t want the mix up to happen again.”
“Come on!” Kirishima sinks his head into the counter as the girls laugh at him.
“Let him be, guys. He’s obviously too gay to know what to do about it.” Tsuyu quips, making the girls laugh even harder as Kirishima felt his entire body heat up.
“I’m going to bed!”
“Sweet dreams!”
“Of Bakugou’s lips!”
Kirishima bounds up the stairs, unable to process his surroundings due to the pounding of his heartbeat.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You sick or something?” Bakugou leaned against his door frame, stopping Kirishima from walking through the hallway into his own room.
“No, I’m fine.”
“He’s still too embarrassed from indirectly kissing you earlier!” Ashido’s voice carries down the hallway, and Kirishima turns to see half the class standing behind him.
“From what?”
“When I drank after you. I’m sorry man, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to like make you uncomfortable or anything.” Kirishima mumbles, staring at his feet.
“I’m not fucking uncomfortable, dumbass, but you obviously are. Are these idiots fucking bothering you?”
“No, it’s fine I mean I would’ve been embarrassed regardless…”
“So what I’m hearing is that they’re bothering you over this.”
“No it’s not that serious, really!” Kirishima looks up just in time to see Bakugou reach out and grab the front of his shirt and pull them together. Bakugou smashes their lips together, reaching his other hand up and holding Kirishima in place by his hair. Kirishima stiffens, not wanting to break the kiss, but not understanding why Bakugou was kissing him in the first place. Bakugou finally let go of his head, tearing their lips apart to yell.
“Now we directly kissed, so you fucking extras can leave him alone! Don’t fucking mess with him over this shit, either, or I’ll fucking kill all of you! Got it?” Laughter and cheers come from the end of the hallway while Bakugou pulls Kirishima into his room.
“Are you going to stop being fucking weird now?” Bakugou slams the door, looking at Kirishima, who’s standing against the wall next to the door.
“Weird?”
“Those idiots have been trying to get you to kiss me since FOREVER, Kir. It obviously makes you uncomfortable, even if they just want to be happy.”
“It- that’s not it. I don’t mind it. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Why the hell would I be uncomfortable if I want to kiss you?” Kirishima looks up as Bakugou. The blonde was slightly flushed, but defiance shined in his eyes as he stepped closer to Kirishima, pressing him against the wall.
“You...want to kiss me?”
“I just did, didn’t I? I’m not the type of person who does shit they don’t want to do, am I, Kirishima?” Bakugou’s whisper in his ear was driving Kirishima crazy. He wanted to kiss Bakugou again so badly, but he knew that Bakugou wouldn’t make it easy.
Instead he just shook his head, for fear of his voice betraying him.
“So, are you going to stop being so weird about it?”
“Only if you kiss me again.”