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A knock sounded at the door, but Bakugou ignored it. If he wasn’t answering his phone he sure as hell wasn’t standing up to get the door.
It sounded again.
“Uugh,” he pulled the covers further over his body, now covering his head, his shoulders aching at the movement, “There’s a fucking handle on that side too just fucking open it,” he yelled loud enough for whoever was there.
The door opened with a gentle click and he heard as the footsteps got closer to the bed.
“That better not be fucking you, Deku.” There was a chuckle in response, one that resonated to his very core and gave him fucking butterflies, which he hated.
The only thing worse than hearing it was that goddamned smile that came with it.
“It’s not,” said Kirishima. “A couple of us were headed to the pool to swim and eat and just hang out. You coming?” Bakagou peeked out from his blanket cocoon and looked up at him, regretting the decision as soon as he looked at the fucking smile, crinkled eyes, and the slight hint of a fucking dimple, but only on one side. Like what the fuck is that bullshit, is the universe trying to push him off the edge.
He just grunted in response, wanting to not go, but he knew if he opened his mouth it would betray him.
“You can cook and ignore people the whole time, I’ll make sure that no one comes near you,” his face softened and he reached down and pulled the blankets further off of Bakugou, hand lightly brushing the side of his face, by accident.
Fuck .
“Fine,” he threw the blankets off of his body as it yelled in opposition and flung his legs over the side of his bed, trying to convey that he was not happy with the decision, but one glance at Kirishima let him know that it wasn’t working. The dumbass was practically glowing with glee. Bakagou stood up, looking at Kirishima for him to leave but he just stood there, stewing in his happiness. “If you want me to go you have to leave, dumbass. I’m not going to put on my swim trunks with you here, you don’t get to sneak a peak that easily,”
What the fuck did I say that for, what kind of dumbass says something like that. For fucks sake.
“Oh, right” he turned almost as red as his hair, “I’ll just, uh, wait outside, we’ll go over together.”
I know how to fucking get there
“Okay,” What. What the fuck. That is not at all what I wanted to say.
Kirishima left with one final smile, and as soon as the door was shut, Bakugou kicked the side of his bed. Bad Idea.
“Ow, Jesus fucking christ,”
“Uh Bakugou,” Kirishima said from outside the door, “are you okay, did you fall, do you need help?”
“I’m fucking fine, shitty hair,” He held on to his foot, it stinging in utter agony, only adding to the pain he already felt from his workout yesterday, “Just give me a minute.”
He slowly lowered his foot to the floor, the pain starting to dissipate. Good, that means I didn’t break it.
Bakagou walked out of his room five minutes later adorning his swim trunks with a shirt, and some slides, not privy to walking around the campus in nothing but shorts. Kirishima did not have the same idea. He had slides, but no shirt, abs out, and Bakagou could not look away.
“I figured I should prolly get changed too.” he chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck, “I don’t really feel like swimming in my underwear.”
He grunted out a reply, swallowing deeply, looking down to hide his blush. Kirishima was never one to be self-conscious about his body, at least not since he met him. Bakagou wasn’t either, he knew he was a catch. Anyone would be lucky to get with him, but he’s glad no one has ever tried. His fiery attitude keeps people at a very safe distance, only Kirishima has been able to make it through his thick surface.
Which sucks, looking back at it, because look at this fucking guy. With his dumbass red hair, roots coming in. His stupid ass quirk that is so perfectly compatible with my own. His dumb fucking smile, that gives me butterflies every time I see it, not to mention that fucking laugh. Fuck him.
They made their way to the pool room, where almost everyone was there, not including fucking Mineta, who Bakagou assumed wasn’t invited. He usually isn’t invited to these types of things anymore, no one trusts him. Or likes him for that matter. And he’s so oblivious to everything else around him, the only thing that could possibly lead him to think they were ditching him would be none of the girls were around.
Fucking sexist pervert, he’s prolly fucking homophobic too .
Bakagou was pulled out of his thoughts by Kaminari.
“Kirishima, oh shit and you brought Bakugou, the gremlin finally emerges from his room.”
“What the FUCK did you just call me, dunce face?” Kaminari looked at Bakagous hands, sparking from anger, but Kirishima cut in before anything else.
“Yeah, it didn’t even take much convincing, almost like he wanted to come,” Kirishima bumped hips with Bakagou, who just looked over at him in astonishment.
“Yeah right, as if Bakugou would have come if anyone else asked him, he only came because it’s you who asked him,”
“It’s almost like you want to die,”
“Bakugou, I don’t think-” Kirishima said before being cut off by Ashido.
“No, I’m gonna agree with Kaminari,”
“Fuck off raccoon eyes,”
“Okaaay,” Kirishima said, trying to keep the peace, “Come on Bakugou, let's go... not here.” He grabbed his arm and pulled him away before Bakugou exploded on the two. They walked into the locker rooms, Kirishima dragging Bakugou behind him, who was throwing obscene hand gestures at the two, who just laughed.
When they broke the surface of the room, door cutting off the angry boy's vision of the rest of the class, he turned around but didn’t yet meet Kirishima's eyes. Sensing the tension in the other, Kirishima knew he had to calm him down before they went back out to their classmates, luckily the locker room was empty.
“Hurry up slowpoke,” he reached out and grabbed Bakugou's upper arms but pulled him along by the hands towards the lockers.
Fuck. This guy.
Bakugou just allowed himself to be pulled, no questions asked. It was only a couple of steps, and when they reached a set of lockers, Kirishima let go and started taking his shoes off, opening one of the lockers and putting them inside along with his phone, which Bakugou just stood there, still disbelieving.
“Do you want to share a locker? I mean, it’s not like we really have that much between the two of us anyways.” Bakugou snapped back into reality, before nodding and starting to pull his shoes off. He put them in the locker, on top of Kirishima's, since there wasn’t much room, before pulling his phone out of his pocket and placing that on top of the other.
Quickly glancing at his phone as it lit up when he moved it, he saw a lot of messages coming in. He usually keeps his phone on silent, if something was actually important enough that he should be there, someone could come to get him or he’ll hear the noises. He then pulled his shirt over his head. Folding it up, he placed it in the locker on both sets of shoes before shutting it and shifting his faze over to the redhead, catching him staring.
Fuck .
Embarrassed from being caught, the redhead looked away and cleared his throat.
“We should prolly head back out before those idiots blow your phone up even more.”
“Huh,”
“You’re phone, it was going off like crazy, I’m assuming from the way those texts were coming in, it was Denki or Mina. They’re both ‘one word per message’ kind of people.” He turned around and walked over to the wall where the towels were stacked and grabbed two, holding one out towards him, with that smile.
Fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Fuck. How do people function around him? He’s so fucking sweet. I’m such a fucking asshole, why is he so fucking sweet to me.
“Bakugou, I can see you thinking.” He said.
“Am I supposed to be sorry about that?” He said it aggressively, but there was no violence behind his words. Usually, that phrase would come after someone giving him some critiquing and he would say that with sparks threatening a bigger blast, but this time there was none.
“Of course not, but we’re supposed to be swimming, that is a no thinking activity.” And for the third time within the hour, Kirishima was reaching for Bakgou’s arms and dragging him somewhere.
“Fine, as long as you promise not to dye the pool with your shitty hair,”
“Hey, I like my hair,”
“I know.” I do too.
Some context I feel like I should give:
Kirishima likes Bakugou, Bakugou likes Kirishima. Both those facts should be obvious now that we’re fifteen hundred words into this. However, some more interesting information: both of those idiots are just starting to realize that maybe the other like them. The entire class already knew all of these things. And have been subtly telling the two for, like, forever. They have since, seeing that they were both oblivious, self-destructive, dumbasses, started to say this more outright. See, for example, Kamanari and Ashido earlier, also the text messages later.