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The self-proclaimed Bakusquad sat in a circle staring at the empty soda bottle spinning around. Bakugou definitely did not want to be here, but he had no excuse. It was a Saturday night, he had nothing planned later and nothing planned tomorrow.

“It’s slowing down! It’s definitely going to be Bakugou,” Ashido pumped her fist, screaming as the bottle started to slow down.

“It better be, he’s only been chosen twice this whole time,” Kaminari pouted, tracing spirals on Sero’s knee.

It was indeed, Bakugou. He rolled his eyes, looking at Kirishima expectantly, “Dare.”

“Bakubro, the light of my life, my little dandelion daisy, I dare you to reenact your first kiss!”

His friends, no classmates, howled with laughter, puckering their lips for Bakugou to choose from.

Bakugou Katsuki, however, was not laughing. In fact, he was seething, not moving a centimeter.

“Bro, don’t tell me you’ve never kissed anyone.”

“Of course I have, dunce-face,” Bakugou’s scowls were already intimidating but now it was downright murderous.

“Yeah, of course, he has. He’s obviously so good with the ladies,” Sero said.

“And the men,” Jirou tacked on.

He decided right then and there that there was no one he hated more in the world than Jirou. Because his first kiss was with a boy. Actually, his first kiss was at 5 years old near the swings next to his kindergarten.

“C’mon bro just choose one of us and pucker up...unless you’ve actually never had your first kiss,” Ashido said slyly, crawling across the circle towards Bakugou. He sneered, raising a crackling hand to stop her from getting any closer.

“Just do it, Bakugou!”

“Don’t be a pussy.”

Bakugou glared, panning around the rest of the common area. His class was scattered around in groups doing whatever extras do and he could just barely hear someone screaming from the kitchen. The screaming changed to a higher pitch and became louder as that shitty Deku pushed open the door with his phone in hand.

“Oh! Midoriya come here!” Kirishima shouted across the room. Deku looked up from his phone confused but walked over.

“Has Bakugou kissed anyone?”

“Who was Bakugou’s first kiss?”

“Was it a girl or a guy?”

“I bet he’s never even gotten close enough to kiss someone!”

Deku’s face immediately went a blotchy red, “I-I don’t know guys. Kacchan’s good looking, right? He was really popular in middle school, lots of girls were confessing. He always turned them down because he was focused on training. I think some guys liked him too but-” He cut himself off turning away from the group, ready to run.

Bakugou’s mouth dropped open. Did that bastard forget or something? There was no way in hell Deku would ever forget being Bakugou’s first kiss (and the only person he’d ever kissed but he would blast himself to America before telling that to anyone).

“You fucking nerd! Don’t tell me you forgot!” Heads turned to watch the newest fight.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Deku said, still turned around but frozen in place.

“That’s fucking bullshit, you never shut up about it!” Deku squeaked, slowly turning to face the person screaming at him.

“You’re a liar! You’re the one who kept kissing me!” Eyes widened at this confession.

“That’s only because you always got hurt being all clumsy ‘n shit. I always had to turn around because you always tripped and cried!”

“Dude...do they know they are in the middle of the common area right now,” Kaminari whispered to Sero.

“Bro, I think Midoriya is the manliest. No one else can say that to Bakubro.”

“I knew it was a guy he kissed.”

“Shh! It’s getting good!” The group looked back towards the two rivals who were still screaming at each other about kissing. They were really close now, volume still rising and Deku’s phone being wildly swung around.

“You may have kissed me more but I was the one that kissed you first!” Deku shouted. Bakugou froze, seeming to realize where they were and who was watching. Deku was still raving, poking him in the chest rapidly. “I tried to keep it quiet but no! You just had to start arguing with me! You fell off the swings and landed face-first into the wood chips and would stop huffing and sniffling until I gave you a ‘healing kiss’.”

Bakugou clamped his mouth shut, red in the face, and stomped back to the circle. His friends, classmates, were full-on laughing now, gasping for air.

“If you don’t stop fucking laughing at me I will blast you off the face of the Earth!” His threats fell on deaf ears, though. Jirou was now silently laughing, clutching her chest and fist pounding on the floor. Kaminari was letting off sparks as he tried to control his breathing again. Sero, Kirishima, and Ashido were laughing and shoving each other so hard they tipped over, still clutching at each other’s clothing.

“Bro, you still haven’t completed the dare,” Kirishima gasped from the floor.

Shit. He hadn’t. He never fucking lost. So, as all winners do, he stomped back over to Deku who was trying to move away from the center of the room. He promptly fell to his knees and smacked his head on the floor, forehead already throbbing.

“Deku you kiss me right fucking now and we will never speak of this again,” Bakugou threatened, voice muffled by the floorboards. If the rest of the class was ignoring the shouting match, they were definitely paying attention now. The Bakusquad finally calmed down enough to smack their hands over their mouths to muffle their laughter and watch the reenactment.

Deku stood over Bakugou’s slumped body with his mouth agape.

“Hurry the fuck up. I swear to god I will blast you through the fucking roof if you don’t kiss me right now.”

Deku swallowed and kneeled, “K-kacchan, did you get hurt? Do you need a healing kiss?”

Bakugou finally sat up, level with Deku, “No.”

“You’re bleeding, though. Maybe I should kiss you just in case.” Bakugou was not bleeding but his forehead was an angry red, a close match to the red crawling up his neck.

“I don’t need it, heroes always get hurt. I need to be strong.”

“But we weren’t even playing heroes, Kacchan. Here,” Deku let out a terrified breath before steeling his resolve. He leaned forward and planted his lips against his childhood friend’s, regretting every life choice he had made to get himself into this situation. They sat with their lips on each other’s not moving for a few seconds. Bakugou finally shoved him off, letting off small blasts as he ran to the elevators, punching the up button.

It was Deku’s turn to fall towards the floor, not moving even when the class started laughing and Uraraka tried convincing him to get up off the floor.

“So, anyone up for a game of Uno instead?”

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<3:32 PM> Twinkle Fuck: Do you know what Midoriya’s favorite cheese is?

<3:37 PM> Twinkle Fuck: Do not ignore me, monsieur, I know what dorm you are in! ~☆

<3:40 PM> Twinkle Fuck: Open up the door! ☆☆

Bakugo glared at his phone, he set the phone on silent but the screen still flashed. He barely had time to skim the messages from that annoying ass twinkling bitch before two rapid knocks forced him out of his seat. He rolled his eyes, standing up from his desk. Normally, he would ignore whatever extra decided they wanted to die by knocking at his door. But Aoyama was insistent, just naval laser-ing his way into the room. Which Bakugo had to report and pay a fine for, by the way.

“I don’t know why you keep fucking asking me about that shitty nerd,” Bakugou growled, getting pushed aside by the flamboyant boy. Aoyama walked in like it was his dorm, stepping over various weights and tools before daintily sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You are childhood friends, no? Bosom buddies, attached at the hip! No one knows sweet Midoriya like you, dear!”

Hah, as if. Bakugou couldn’t give less of a shit. 

“The fuck? I don’t know shit about that nerd.” 

“Don’t be embarrassed! I think Midoriya is very interesting too, which is why we get along so well!”

Bakugou growled some more, crossing his arms. Bakugou would never admit it, but this French fucker wasn’t too bad. He was annoying as hell and had a weird...crush? on Deku but he always had some new French recipes that were actually nutritionally balanced that they could try together.

Aoyama just shrugged as Bakugo made his way back to his desk to finish his school work. They sat together in relative silence. This wasn’t a common occurrence but whenever Aoyama wanted information on Midoriya he usually hung around for an hour or two. They wouldn’t really talk, Aoyama wasn’t too annoying Bakugou so just ignored him. 

“Here what about this one?” Aoyama held his phone up for Bakugou to squint at, “Roquefort, an exquisite blue cheese. I can ask my mam é! ”

“What the hell? Is that fuckin’ mold? Are you trying to poison him?”

“Aw, mon chéri, I knew you cared. Fret not, it is delicious!”

“As if, Twinkle Fuck. That shit looks disgusting,” Bakugou grumbled, turning away from the old looking cheese.

“Such language! I will show you, just you wait,” Aoyama huffed, standing up from the bed and flouncing out of the room.

“Oi! The fucking- Twinkle Fuck! The fucking door!”

--

The next day, Bakugou was kicking ass as usual. His dumbass friends were crowding him for last-minute help for their modern literature quiz.

“Maybe if you did your fucking reading you would know what’s on the quiz,” Bakugou scoffed, packing up.

“Bakubro! I did! I just didn’t understand anything!”

“And you never answered up your texts yesterday.”

Bakugou just rolled his eyes, walking out the door towards his next class.

“ Mon chéri!” Aoyama’s voice twinkled after him, Bakugou just sighed, doing a half turn. “Eat this! ~☆”

Bakugou’s nose was assaulted by the smell of the cheese in Aoyama’s hand, “Oh hell no-”

Aoyama took the opportunity and shoved the cheese into his mouth. Bakugou scowled, biting off a piece and shoving Aoyama’s hand back. Well, the taste wasn’t terrible but he’d never choose to eat it on his own. It was disgusting for the first few seconds but as he swallowed it was fine. 

“It was fine, now fuck off,” Bakugou stomped away, leaving a satisfied Aoyama and a bewildered Bakusquad.

--

The next time Bakugou bothered to pay attention to anyone else was during a free period. The rest of his classmates pushed some of their desks together, studying or talking. What caught his eye was the excited sparkling heading his way. He was about to blast that French fucker away but held back as Aoyama winked at him, walking past to Deku’s desk.

“Midoriya! I have brought you a present,” Aoyama exclaimed, bringing out a pink tissue with the cheese sitting in the middle. The stench was already reaching Bakugou and he could see the nerd flushing red tinged with a little green.

“Oh, uh, cheese! T-thank you?”

“Here let me feed it to you! Like sweethearts!” Aoyama carefully took a smaller piece, raising it to Deku’s mouth.

“No, no it’s okay I can eat it myse-” Deku’s sentence was cut short, the cheese being fed to him.

“It’s good, right?” Aoyama’s eyes twinkled even more. Never one to disappoint, Deku just mechanically chewed and gave a weak smile, nodding his head.

“ Tch, give it here Twinkle Fuck. He wouldn’t even know flavor if it punched him in the face,” Bakugou quipped, reaching over and breaking the rest of the cheese in half, shoving the rest back into Aoyama’s hand. Deku gaped and looked nervously back and forth between the blondes.

“Bakugou! From now on you are the one I will woo with cheese!”

“What? No, I don’t want any more of your fucking cheese.”

“You are playing hard to get, no matter. I am a patient man.”

For the next three weeks, a new cheese either sat on his desk or was hand-fed to him in the middle of the hallways. Sometimes, the cheese was fucking terrible and he spat it right back into the hands of Aoyama. The twinkling boy never stopped twinkling though, he just strode off and wiped his hands into a handkerchief then disappeared. His “Deku visits” stopped too. Bakugou didn’t mind the silence but it felt like he was about to explode every time Shitty Hair or Dunce-face made their way into the room instead of Aoyama.

Not that he missed that annoying bitch but having to help his stupid friends instead of quietly working with someone else was getting irritating. On the 22nd day, Bakugou snapped. He angrily made his way to Aoyama’s floor and pounded on his door. 

“Fucking twinkly-ass bitch open the fuck up!” 

Aoyama cracked the door open, eyes boring into Bakugous, “Yes?”

“Why the fuck haven’t you visited me?”

Aoyama’s eyes started glowing.

“Don’t just stare at me, let me in,” Bakugou pushed the door open, stepping past Aoyama. “Why the fuck do you have so many mirrors?”

“When you are as beautiful as me, why wouldn’t you want mirrors?”

Bakugou squinted at Aoyama, “Shut up.”

Bakugou just sat on the bed and started scrolling on his phone.

“Did you need something? Why are you here?”

“‘Cause you don’t fucking come over anymore.”

Aoyama nodded happily, opening a small package on his desk, “Cheese?”

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Bakugou grumbled, looking at himself in the mirror. Those shitty extras in the support department left a little bit of space around his eyes and the rest of his mask. He looked fucking stupid now. One aggressive search later and he held a cheap eyeliner in his hand. He didn’t mean to have an eyeliner pen, he accidentally stole it.

It was just a regular shopping trip for bathroom supplies and he was just browsing the aisles. The black pen caught his eye and he picked it up, he didn’t want it but a text from the old hag made him rush his shopping. He just shoved his hands in his pockets and grabbed everything he needed. No alarms sounded when he walked out and he didn’t even remember the unassuming pen in his pocket. It just fell out when he was undressing for a shower. It wasn’t his fault mall security was incompetent. (Plus a trip back to the store for a 300 yen pen he didn’t even have a receipt for felt like a nuisance.)

“How the fuck do you even use this shit,” Bakugou said, pulling out his phone to search for a tutorial. 15 minutes later and a shaky, but satisfactory, job later and he looked badass. 

--

Hero training was fucking tough but Bakugou was fucking tougher. Class 1-A was going through an obstacle course with different limits in each section to challenge all of their quirks individually. He could hear his classmates chasing after him because he was the best and obviously in first place.

“Watch out!”

 A blast of water shot at him, causing his blasts to go out and plummet him back towards the ground. Sero’s tape shot out and brought him back down to the floor safely, where most of his class were running on foot.

“Fuck off, Soy Sauce Face!” Bakugou wiped his eyes clean on water, reignited his blasts, and shot back up.

“You’re welcome, Blasty!”

“Hey, Bakugou!” Pink Cheeks shot past him in Zero-G, laughing and sticking her tongue out at him.

“You fucker,” Bakugou forced out bigger blasts, sweat soaking his body.

In the end, Asui came first, shooting past everyone on the last leg- a giant lake. The class was shaking off water and toweling off their bodies as Aizawa pulled up the leaderboard and started evaluating their performances individually. 

Various pieces of support items and clothing were being thrown on the floor, Bakugou followed suit, peeling off his mask.

“Haha, look! Blasty looks like a wet raccoon,” Ashido laughed, pointing at Bakugou while the rest of the Bakusquad took in his appearance. “That’s what you get for always calling me raccoon eyes.”

“Huh? You wanna say that again, Pinky?!”

“She’s right, look at yourself, mon chéri!” Aoyama pulled out a hand mirror, pointing it at Bakugou. God fucking dammit, she was right. His eyeliner smudged with the water and now that his mask was gone lines of black were streaked down his cheeks and lined his eyes with a murky gray color.

He was just about to blast their faces off before Aizawa turned towards him. His teacher froze for just a second, staring at his face before pulling a makeup wipe pack and handing it to him. He continued his evaluations, pointing out how Bakugou could have gotten through sections faster by working together with his classmate’s strengths. Bakugou just grit his teeth and nodded, angrily wiping at his face.

Aizawa finished talking and walked towards Aoyama (“Stop looking at your reflections during water portions.”)

“Don’t wipe so hard! You’re going to get wrinkles,” Ashido snatched the wipes away from Bakugou. She gently wiped off the parts he missed.

“I won’t get fucking wrinkles.”

“With all the faces you pull and the mistreatment to your face you’ll age faster than all of us, partial glycerin quirk and all.”

Bakugou just flipped her off and stalked off, following the rest of the class off the training ground. Ashido just laughed and jogged up to her group of boys.

“I didn’t know you wore eyeliner, bro! That’s manly as hell, I love self-expression!”

“It’s only because he would look dumb with the space around his eyes from the mask,” Kaminari taunted before seeing the anger on Bakugou’s face, he crossed his eyes and held out his thumbs. “Uh.. wheyyy.” 

“If you need some eyeliner recommendations I have a list of good waterproof and mostly quirk-proof eyeliners,” Ashido said casually, wringing out the rest of the water in her short jacket.

“I don’t need your help.”

--

He needed her help. The next free weekend he had led him to the cosmetic section of the nearest Hero-mart. He currently had 7 eyeliners in his hands, all with varying slogans promoting their longevity.

“Sleep proof, waterproof, smudge-proof, quirk-proof. How many fucking proofs do you even need,” Bakugou mumbled, turning every pencil and pen and pot in his hand. He put them all back, massaging his head before making the worst decision he could make at 10 in the morning.

His phone rang for a bit before pink filled the screen, “Hey Blasty!” Ashido propped up her phone and leaned back. “What’s up?”

“What eyeliner do I need?” Bakugou asked as quickly as possible.

“What was that? Did you need my help?” Ashido said as innocently as possible, the evil glint in her eyes betrayed her, though.

“You fucking- yes. Please. Help. Me. Choose. An. Eyeliner.”

“You’ve called the right girl then! Let’s see, you sweat an ungodly amount and we usually have pretty rough training. Do you like pencils, liquid, pens, or pots better?”

“I don’t fucking know, the one I used was like a triangle tip. Felt or some shit.”

“Hmm, okay. Go to the felt tip section and flip the camera. Honestly, the gel liners would be better but you can upgrade later,” Ashido took a moment to browse through the screen, occasionally giving him directions to change the camera angle. “Okay, it’s on the left side, 2nd row. Hawk’s brand, it’s waterproof, he wears it all the time and his never smudges.”

“Thanks,” Bakugou jabbed the end call button and walked off. He paid for it this time.

--

The next time they had hero training, his eyes were looking good and his snarl was on point. It was a basic rescue simulation but he still ended up soaked in sweat. The boy’s locker room was loud in celebrations after most of the class passed with their civilians alive. Of course, he saved his shitty puppet (only burning one of its arms, but at least it was alive). 

Bakugou was taking off his gauntlets and mask. The rest of the guys were in various states of undress, heading to the showers to wipe off the grime.

“Woah, dude, your eyes look mesmerizing right now.”

“Yeah, bro, super seductive!”

“Sexy and manly, what a killer combination.”

Three blasts, one shower, and 6 minutes in front of the mirror later he was walking towards his dorm with killer cat eyes.

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“Hey, Ochaco-chan, do you know how to braid hair, ribbit?” Asui asked through the open door of her friend’s dorm.

“No, sorry. I always kept my hair short so I never needed to learn how,” Uraraka frowned. “Maybe Momo-chan does? She seems like the person to know how!”

Asui nodded, waving good-bye and making her way to Yaoyorozu’s room. A few minutes later and she was sat on Yaoyorozu’s ginormous bed with the black-haired girl behind her.

“I never had any friends to practice on! I’m so happy you asked!” Yaoyorozu beamed, brushing through Asui’s hair. “Do you have a particular style in mind?”

“No, you can do whatever you want, ribbit. Can you add some yellow bows?”

“Yes! Tsu-chan it’ll be so cute, I promise!”

It...was not very cute. Yaoyorozu pulled the braid tight and it was giving Asui a small headache. It was nothing like how her youngest sibling, Satsuki, used to do it.

“Thank you, Momo-chan,” Asui gave a soft smile, not wanting to ruin the experience of braiding a friend’s hair for Yaoyorozu.

“Any time!”

Asui sighed, rubbing her head a little as she made her way down to the kitchen for a glass of water. She slipped her phone out of her pocket, clicking on her family’s group chat. She snapped a quick picture and captioned it ‘Can you show this to Satsuki-chan? My friend did it for me, but tell her I miss having her braid my hair’.

As she got closer to the kitchen she could hear the crackle of something cooking on the stove. Bakugou in a plain black apron and stir-frying greeted her as she walked in. 

“Hello, ribbit,” Asui greeted, making her way to the fridge. Bakugou just grunted in response. She slid onto one of the counter seats, replying to Satsuki who seemed to have stolen her mom’s phone to comment on Asui’s hair (“It’s too tight! Not enough clips!”).

“Have you seen- what the fuck did you do to your hair?” Bakugou’s voice startled her into focus, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her.

“Momo-chan did it for me, it hurts a bit but she looked happy doing it.”

“You look ridiculous. Spin your chair around.” Asui didn’t ask what he was going to do, just obediently turning around. She jumped a little at the first contact but instantly relaxed as Bakugou finger-combed to get her hair loosened. 

“Shit, one sec,” Bakugou mumbled, his presence leaving. The sound of the stove clicking off warned her of his hands returning to her hair.

They sat in silence, Bakugou’s fingers parting and weaving her hair. Kirishima was the only one to walk in on them, just laughing lightly and walking back out. It took a few minutes but Asui felt him maneuver the bows back into her hair. She wasn’t even paying attention to what design he was doing, just relaxing as he expertly braided. 

“I’m done. Do you want some lunch? It’s not spicy yet,” Bakugou looked a little uncomfortable, but it seems like the braiding was therapeutic for both of them.

“Yes, thank you, ribbit. Is it done already? I want to see my hair,” Asui tapped her chin, tilting her head.

“Whatever just come back in a few,” Bakugou said, turning away from her. Asui just nodded, walking over to the mirror handing in the living room. She still had her bangs falling in front of her eyes but the rest of her hair was parted into two french braids. The braids were loose and fluffy and at the bottom, she had the yellow bows tying two smaller versions of her signature bow. 

“Oh, Tsu! Your hair is pretty today! Did you do it yourself?” Hagakure said, announcing her presence. Her long-sleeved top showed her hands raising to gently lift the braids.

“No, Bakugou did it.”

“B-Bakugou?! I didn’t know he could braid,” Hagakure squealed. “Where is he? Do you think he would do mine?”

“Tooru-chan, he wouldn’t be able to see your hair, ribbit.”

“Maybe he’ll see it as a challenge, then!” Hagakure grabbed Asui’s hand and led her back to the kitchen. Bakugou was just finishing piling spices onto his plate, chopsticks in hand.

He took one look at the floating clothes and said, “I didn’t cook shit for you.”

“That’s fine, I already ate. Can you braid my hair?”

“Do you even have hair?”

“Of course I do! It’s about mid-back right now.”
“I can’t even see it, dumbass.” 

“Are you saying you can’t do it then?” Bakugou balked, angrily shoving his food in his mouth.

“Fuck you, wait until I’m done eating.” Hagakure laughed, pulling out her phone and sitting next to Asui. The three of them sat together in peace. Asui finally stood up, gathering her dishes and Bakugou’s.

“Can I watch?” Asui asked, settling back down next to Hagakure. 

“Do whatever, frog-face, I don’t care,” Bakugou huffed. Asui just nodded, watching Bakugou try to gather all the hair. 

“Here you missed this chunk,” Hagakure’s sleeved arm raised to lift the apparent hair he missed. Bakugou growled, carefully parting and reparting. 

“Here, hold this, froggy,” Bakugou held out his right hand. Asui held on and watched Bakugou pat the air to find out where he should start. 

--

Bakugou was not having a fun time. He should have never agreed to braid invisible fucking hair. Actually no, he shouldn’t have braided Froggy’s hair in the first place...but it was just so... ugly. What kind of hero let another hero go out looking ugly?

“You look comfortable, do you have a little sibling?” Asui questioned.

“Hah? No, I’m an only child.”

“Why did you learn to braid hair, then?”
“I learned all sorts of shit for hand mobility. Knot tying and shit like that. I figured I would need to be good with hand placement. My old man said if I keep using my hands I’ll need physical therapy later and there was no fucking way I’m going unless I’m a centimeter from death.”

Asui hummed in agreement. “Bakugou is really dedicated to hero work ,” she thought.

“There, shit head, I’m done.”

Hagakure excitedly pulled out a small hand mirror from her pocket, “Oh, wow. This is the best anyone has ever done, it’s a little uneven on the right but it looks so nice! Thanks, Bakugou!” She jumped off of the seat and gave Bakugou the quickest hug before he could react. Asui stifled a laugh, also hopping off the seat.

“Don’t take another fucking step closer to me.”

“I won’t hug you,” Asui said. Bakugou nodded firmly, walking towards the door. “Hey...can you braid my hair again sometime? Satsuki, my youngest sibling, used to braid it for me but I can’t visit anymore.”

“Fine, I don’t care just ask when I’m not busy. And don’t let ponytail bitch do your hair anymore.”

Asui smiled, sending her family pictures of her newly braided hair and laughing in response to Satsuki’s enthusiastic compliments.