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"Mina if you don't stop bugging me-" Mina laughs and raises an eyebrow at the angry blond. "What are you gonna do, dandelion? Blast me? Kirishima wouldn't like thhaaattt." She laughs more as he grows red and his hair puffs out. He groans, taking a seat at his desk, his head rests on his hand as he looks begrudgingly at the pink woman. "I'm still not doing it Mina..."
She groans loudly, walking in a frustrated circle before sitting on the blond's lap and poking his nose. "You are just being hardheaded! You know? That boy has been head over heels for you since the first year. And I know for a FACT! You feel the same way." Her cheeky attitude and bluntness only work to make Katsuki way more flustered than what he already was.
He knew she was right, he had been in love with Kirishima for a long time but he never thought it was the right time, or that he himself was right for that ray of sunshine. He was broody and mean, nothing like Kiri. He also doesn't believe Mina's shit about how opposites attract. That was old wife's tail for sure. But then again, he was in love with Kiri... so maybe he was actually being hardheaded. They did spend some... more intimate times together before, not sex or anything like that. Just... moments. Moments he still has no idea how to describe. "Well, let's say I'm being an ass, which I'm not. What the fuck can I do? He doesn't like me back, he's just... I don't know. He likes how manly I am, to put it in his terms."
The pink girl rolls her eyes and flicks his forehead, gaining herself a growl from him. "He looks at you like a puppy looks at a treat they can't have just yet. He does everything for you, he's the only one that is able to handle you, the only one who saw your room, the one that you ACTUALLY speak normally to and the one that flustered you all the time, - plus, you guys literally hold hands all the time. Just yesterday, you were on the couch downstairs, on your phones, holding hands!" The more she speaks the more exasperated she sounds and the more red Bakugou gets. Did they really do that? He didn't notice it! He feels like his head is about to explode out of sheer embarrassment, looking away from Mina trying to avoid further teasing. "Well... That means nothing!"
She crosses her arms and looks unimpressed. "Really? Can you tell that to Kiri? The same Kiri that couldn't - take his eyes out of your hands yesterday and his face was the same shade as his hair? Can you tell him that meant nothing to you?" The blond looks at Mina, his eyes expressing exasperation and anger at her words. "Mina, you're not playing fair!"
"No! You! Aren't being fair! Dragging this out for so long when it's obvious to everyone that the both of you are so into each other that it hurts everyone mentally to see you pushing Kirishima away!" She huffs and gets off his lap walking to his room's door. "Kirishima literally has SO MANY choices that he could take, but that beam of light of a man loves you to death, that's your luck. You don't know how many people want to get their hands on him."
That made his blood boil in point two seconds, the jealousy overcoming his senses. The woman gives herself a cheeky smile at his reaction as she leaves the room, leaving the boy smoking of his ears in rage at her statement. Who DARED try to put his hands on Kirishima? The insolent fuckers thinking they can have what's his? AH! Good luck! This train of thought kept on going as Bakugou stomped around the dorms not finding Kirishima anywhere, his anger only growing at that. When he actually needs the fucker to be close, he isn't!
He groans as he leaves the dorms as heads to school, he better be there! He looks around inside the building. No Kirishima. "Where the fuck is he?? He isn't that fucking hard to fucking miss!!" His quirk goes off a bit. With all this, the blond still didn't realize he could just call the other. But who was gonna tell him and deal with his wrath? He decides to step out and look on the campus, and soon enough he found him, under the big cherry blossom tree where people would usually go to confess... wait... who the fuck is that? He sees a pink haired boy in front of Kirishima, who looked very uncomfortable.
That's it. That's fucking it! His quirk goes off more harshly as he makes his way to the two boys.
As he gets closer his expression hardens into a cold, mean stare at the other boys, it softens a bit for Kirishima, but not much. Saying he was mad is an understatement. "So... I... I really..." The other boy stumbled all around his words, looking down, blushing like he got a sunburn. Fucking extra.
"Hey. /Eijirou/." It was the first time Bakugou had said his first name, his stomach did a flip, and stuck to his back with the look Kiri gave him. The other boy looked at him also as he got closer to the red head. "Been looking for you all around, to find you here? With a fucking extra?"
Kirishima looked away and scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I-" Bakugou clicks his tongue. "I don't want to hear it." The red head shuts up immediately, looking like a lost puppy. The other boy tried to speak up for himself but Bakugou was quicker. "Shut the fuck up homewrecker. And get out of my sight!" He walks closer to Eijirou. A hand on his chin, he pulls his head up and brings him forward, gaining a gasp from the other boy and a slight moan from Kirishima. Their first kiss, under the cherry blossoms, was very cliché, yes, but if he knew Kirishima, he would be on cloud nine because of that detail.
Once he pulled away from the redhead he tugged at his tie and pulled him from the sight, leaving the other boy looking shocked under the tree.
Both of them didn't say anything the entire time back to the dorms. Bakugou stops in front of the gates and lets go of the tie. He is a bit fidgety, not being able to look at Kirishima, blushing from the back of the neck to his ears. "So... Eijirou hm?..." Bakugou jumps a bit at his voice and swallows loudly. "Don't... let i-it get to your he-head." He stutters, voice breaking. "Which one?" As he says that, the blond's quirk goes off, growls out of embarrassment and stomps off cursing the redhead who runs to catch up to him.