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It was a completely average morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the Bakusquad had forgotten about yet another test.
"I'm going to die," Kirishima whimpered, pulling on his gelled up hair.
"Your not going to die. Not alone at least." Denki was swinging his bag back in forth, occasionally ramming books into Hanta's side.
"Yeah! We're gonna die with you, babe!" Mina was on Hanta's other side, also ramming her bag into him. He remained unfazed.
"That's it. This is the end. I perish here, in the midst of English class." By this point Kirishima was almost entirely leaning on Bakugou, receiving an explosive slap to the hardened side of his face for his troubles. Denki looked close to attempting the same lean-and-dodge maneuver, but decidedly preferred his head on his shoulders.
"If you'd have fuckin' studied you'd be fine. Not my fault you're all dumb as shit," Bakugou grumbled, shoving Kirishima's head again.
"This is the end. Goodbye, my love." As the rest filed into the classroom, Kirishima gently cups Bakugou's chin between his hands. He rushes to hastily press a kiss against his hairline before taking a hit to the jaw. Cackling, he drags Katsuki into class where Mic is already passing out papers. This was going to be a terrible test.
......or so he thought.
"I GOT A 93!"
"You fuckin' WHAT?" The Bakusquad darted around Kiri to stare at his test paper. There, written in Present Mic's signature blue glitter pen, was the sparkling number ninety-three. They all stared in disbelief, Denki squinting especially hard.
"Bro, bro, bro, bro, BRO! Do you know what this means?" Kaminari stage whispered conspiratorially, "You survived kissing Bakubro and now you have good luck." The others shared a look.
"We have to get more good luck kisses from Bakubabe."