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“Get your ass back here, Kirishima!” Kirishima bursts into the common room, followed by Bakugou on his heels. The pair run around the room, Kirishima whooping and laughing, and Bakugou screaming at him.
“What the hell did you do this time, Kiri?” Kaminari lounged on the couch with his head in Sero’s lap while Sero and Ashido played Mario Kart.
“I pulled the strings on his hoodie while he had the hood up. I might’ve also tied them together and taken a picture.”
“How the hell did you get him to sit still through all that?”
“I think he was so shocked that he couldn’t mov- AH!” Bakugou managed to grab Kirishima by the waist, tackling him to the ground.
“You are SO going to pay for this, nerd!”
“C-come on, Bakugou. No need to get aggressive.”
“Hmmm let’s see. I could be calm...but that’s no fun.” Bakugou grins maniacally before taking off his hoodie and putting it on Kirishima. He pulls the hood on, tugging the strings as far as they’ll go, then wraps the strings around Kirishima’s face and tying them together.
“MMMPPPH!” Kirishima’s complaints get muffled by the fabrics, and Bakugou laughs at him before taking pictures of him.
“Payback’s a bitch, huh?”
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“Chicken! Nuggets! Chicken! Nuggets!” Kirishima chanted as Bakugou pulled the pan out of the oven. They had just gotten back from showering, and the common room was empty, save for Tokoyami and Ojiro studying together in the corner.
“Calm down, you idiot. And don’t burn your mouth, they’re still hot.” Bakugou sits a plate in front of Kirishima, setting a glass of juice next to it and handing him a napkin. He sits in the empty seat next to Kirishima,
“OH MY GOD ARE THESE DINOSAUR NUGGETS?” Kirishima hardens his fingers before picking up the nuggets, making loud roaring noises as he makes them run around his plate.
“Stop playing with your food, idiot.” Bakugou hits him on the back of the head, causing Kirishima to whine and rub the back of his head.
“You didn’t have to hit me, man.” Kirishima picks his chicken nuggets back up, making sad roaring noises as he eats each one.
“You’re so overdramatic, Kir.” Bakugou picks up his chicken nugget, making a quiet roaring noise before eating it. He turns to see Kirishima staring at him.
“You just roared, Bakugou.” Bakugou grinned, picking up another and roaring loudly while he attacked Kirishima’s food with the dinosaur. Kirishima returned his smile, grabbing a nugget of his own and engaging in a nugget battle with Bakugou. The battle persists until all of the nuggets are gone.
“That was so stupid.”
“But it was so fun, Bakugou!”
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“What the fuck is up with your hair, Kir?” Bakugou walked into the bathroom, seeing Kirishima at the sink with a bottle stuck in the front of his hair.
“Bakugou! What are you doing here!” Kirishima spins around, hair halfway dyed, to face Bakugou.
“Fucking Round Face spilled her entire drink on me ‘on accident’, so I have to take a shower, Real question is what are YOU doing here? And why is your hair like three different colors?” Kirishima was in the process of bleaching his hair, which was already starting to lighten on the duller red parts. The black was a different story, and Kirishima was going over his roots again.
“I uh do not have naturally red hair. Surprise?” Kirishims closes his eyes as Bakugou steps closer, face inches from Kirishima’s hair line.
“So you have to bleach it in order to get it red?”
“Yeah, the red wouldn’t take with my black hair.”
“Hmmm. Whatever.” Bakugou walks away, preparing for his shower. Kirishima sighs before turning back to the mirror, missing the flush that had appeared on Bakugou’s face as he thought about blonde Kirishima.
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“You know what? I wanna dance!” Kirishima hopped up from the couch where he and Bakugou had been sitting, picking up his phone and putting on his “bad b*tches” playlist.
“Dance? And what the fuck is this?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”
“Is that Megan I hear? We shaking ass?” The rest of the Bakusquad appear almost as if they were summoned, and soon the room is full of dancing children. Bakugou sits on the couch, marvelling at the scene in front of him. A little more than half the class was there, including people he wouldn’t have expected. The most shocking had to be either Deku or Todoroki, for sure.
“Bakugou! Come dance with me!”
“I don’t fucking dance!” That doesn’t stop Kirishima from pulling Bakugou off the couch, standing him up before dancing on him. Bakugou stands there with his arms crossed, getting increasingly confused at what Kirishima is doing.
“Bro, if you don’t start catching, I’m going to catch it instead.” Kaminari puts a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, leaning over to speak into his ear.
“The fuck do you mean, catch? I’m supposed to be doing something?”
“You are so hopeless, Bakugou. Sero, come here a sec. Help me show Bakugou what he’s supposed to be doing.” Sero stands behind Kaminari as he bends over, mimicking Kirishima. Sero begins to move in sync with Kaminari, grabbing onto his hips and swaying in time with the music.
“There’s no way I’m doing that shit.”
“I dunno, Bakugou. You wouldn’t want to disappoint Kirishima, would you?” Kaminari teases, making Bakugou’s hands start to spark.
“You really gonna let me and Kami beat you, Bakugou?” Sero joins in, but their technique seems to work, because Bakugou grabs onto Kirishima, rolling his hips. They sync up rather easily, Bakugou loosening up and beginning to enjoy himself.
And so he doesn’t notice Tsuyu and Jirou recording him in the corner…
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“I am so louder than you, Bakugou.” Kirishima pushed off the porch, making the swing rock faster.
“There’s no way your dumb nerd ass could ever be louder than me.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s have a contest then.”
And the first UA Class 1A Screaming Contest was born.
The participants: Kirishima, Bakugou, Kaminari, Jirou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Aoyoma, Hagakare, and Ashido.
The judges: Iida, Yaoyorozu, Kouda, Ojiro, Tokoyami, and Shouji.
The winner? Unexpected.
“How the hell are you so loud?”
“Since people can’t see me, I’ve learned to be extra loud.” Hagakure laughed at the shocked expressions from her classmates, letting Iida place the crown made for the winner on her head.
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“Where’s Kirishima?” Bakugou grumbled when he stepped into the common room after coming back from his Hero License remedial lessons.
“Uh I think he’s in his room?” Satou responded from the kitchen, continuing to frost his cake as Bakugou bounded up the stairs two at a time.
Bakugou didn’t bother knocking, walking into Kirishima’s room and flopping onto Kirishima’s bed.
“Rough day?”
“Shut the hell up and come hug me, dammit.”
Bakugou and Kirishima had an unofficial hug agreement. Every week, Bakugou would come into Kirishima’s room, and Kirishima would hug him for a while. Sometimes they would talk, sometimes they’d watch tv, sometimes they just sat in silence.
“Fine, fine, I’m coming.” Kirishima gets up from his spot on the floor, sitting on his bed and drawing Bakugou into his arms. The blonde tucks his face into Kirishima’s shoulder, breathing deeply, as if he intended to absorb all of Kirishima’ scent.
“Did you go see your therapist this week?”
“He said that I’m ‘projecting my feelings of self worth onto my relationships with others’. Like what the hell does that even mean?” Bakugou groaned into the fabric of Kirishima’s shirt.
“Well, I think I get it. You kinda like, hmmm how do I describe it? You do this thing where you feel like everyone is sizing you up and judging you based on your skills, so you react to how you feel like they view your skills. You approach everyone like they should respect your skills, which are totally awesome and manly! But dude, like you’re a person, not your quirk. People judge your quirk, sure, but they also judge your intelligence and personality and kindness and all sorts of everything that makes you you.”
“...Why the hell do you have to make it make so much sense?” Bakugou continues to grumble meaningless things into Kirishima’s shoulder as Kirishima rubs his back in small circles.
“Cuz I want you to feel better, man. And if I can help, even in a small way, of course I’m going to. Wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t!”