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"Ughhhh I can't do this anymore! My brain is fried!", Kirishima whined, his head dropping onto his notebook.
"Kirishima we're not even halfway done. There's no way you'll pass if you don't at least go over all the problems idiot.", Bakugou said, twisting a pencil inbetween his fingers.
"I know, I know, but there is just so much! It becomes so hard to focus after the first twenty minutes.", he said, his speech muffled by the notebook pressed into his face.
"You have the attention span of a goldfish, I swear.", Bakugou sighed. "Try this then."
He opened up the clock app on his phone, choosing the timer option and setting it to 20 minutes.
"It's called the Pomodoro method. You study for a set amount of time and then rest for a bit. We can combine it with the reward method, I know your dumb ass is gonna need that extra push."
"And what is that?", Kirishima, now intrigued, lifted his head off the notebook.
"During your breaks you get some kind of reward. It's pretty self explanatory. Now, what would you have as a reward? Something you like to do or whatever.", Bakugou explained, putting his pencil down at the desk.
"Super smash bros?", Kirishima's eyes lit up as he looked towards the blonde, waiting for his approval.
"Takes too much time.", Bakugou dismissed the idea.
"Pushups!"
"You'll get tired more easily and I don't want to deal with your grumpy tired ass."
Kirishima paused for a minute, lost in thought as he was trying to come up with the perfect solution, something short and sweet, something interesting that would keep him motivated.
"What if we played a game? Like a short one with multiple rounds.", he suggested after a few minutes.
"Depends. What kind of game?"
"I don't know. Hangman? Nah, I'll get bored. Cards? Ah shit no that would take too long.", the redhead kept rambling.
"I got it!", he snapped his fingers, "We could do truth or dare! One dare or two truths per break. What do you say?"
"Truth or dare?", Bakugou quirked up his eyebrow, looking a the boy in front of him.
"Yeah, Mina plays it all the time. It's when you-"
"I know what truth or dare is dumbass!", Bakugou snapped, earing himself a chuckle from Kirishima.
"So what do you say then?"
Bakugou groaned and threw his head back.
"Fine. But if I see you slacking off I'm blasting you to space.", he agreed, making the pair of bright red eyes across him light up.
"The things I fuckin' do for you.", he muttered as they both turned to eachother. "Who's going first?"
"You can if you wanna."
"Right."
"Okay, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Okay. I dare you to hug the first Bakusquad member we see in the hallway.", Kirishima smirked, satisfied with his choice.
"Goddamnit I'm not hugging any extras today! Or ever!", the blonde snapped, repulsed by the out of character action Kirishima dared him to do.
"So what I'm hearing is that you're backing down.", the redheaded boy raised an eyebrow. Damnit, he knew exactly how to push Bakugou's buttons.
"Oh for fuck's sake.", the blonde muttered, getting up.
Not only did his pride prevent him from backing down, he would have also done pretty much anything in order to help that muscly dumbass to actually get good grades, even though he would never say it out loud.
They left Kirishima's room and made their way to the common room, bumping into a familiar messy haired blonde boy.
They paused and Kirishima nudged Bakugou with his elbow, reminding him of the dare.
"Hey guys, how's the studying goin-", Kaminari managed to say before being startled by Bakugou pulling him into an awkward hug.
"Uhh is everything okay?", he said after the initial shock had died down just a bit.
"Of course it fucking is Pikachu! Let's go Kirishima.", he turned on his heel, making his way back.
"I'll explain later.", Kirishima promised Kaminari before going after Bakugou, leaving the electric blonde confused and unsure of what just happened.
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The process was simple, really. All Kirishima had to do was solve a problem, give it to Bakugou to check and then correct it if he did anything wrong, for 20 minutes at a time. Doable, Bakugou thought, even for the hyperactive himbo in fronto of him.
Just as Kirishima finished his fourh problem, Bakugou's timer went off. The redhead sprung up, excited.
"Truth or dare?" Bakugou leaned his head on his arm.
"Dare!", Kirishima said with a determined expression.
"I dare you to push that grape weirdo down the stairs.", Bakugou grinned.
"You are a menace.", Kirishima said, "If it was anyone else, I wouldn't do it but that little gnome deserves every second of it."
The redhead got up and left the room, Bakugou following him. They walked downstairs, to the first floor, and sure as hell, there was the little shit, spying on Momo and Uraraka who were talking.
And it just so happens he was on top of the staircase that led to the common room. How convenient.
Kirishima winked at him before turning around and walking past Mineta, "accidentally" bumping his large, stupid head with his hip, throwing him off balance which sent him tumbling down the stairs as the two boys watched in satisfaction.
"Sorry!", Kirishima said through a grin as the common room downstairs roared in laugher.
"That was good.", Bakugou raised his eyebrows, impressed.
"It felt good.", Kirishima replied.
"Now get your ass back into your room, you got 20 minutes of math now.", Bakugou grabbed the hood of Kirishima's sweatshirt, dragging him along.
"Ugh, forgot about that part", the redhead whined, but followed Bakugou nonetheless.
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"Truth or dare?", Kirishima asked, not wasting a second after Bakugou's timer went off again.
"Truth I guess."
"Riiight. Hmmm.", the redhead paused to think of a question, obviously not expecting Bakugou to pick truth.
"Do you like anyone?", he blurted out after a minute.
Now, this quesion had Bakugou's stomach in knots. The last thing he wanted to do is to reveal to his bestfriend the humongus crush he had on him for the past few months. But he couldn't lie either, his pride didn't let him.
"Yes.", he muttered, hesistantly.
"Really? Who? Are they from our class?", Kirishima bombarded him with questions, surprised at the answer.
"Yeah.", Bakugou blurted out without thinking before slapping his hand onto his mouth.
"Who is it?"
"That wasn't the question dumbass! It's your turn now! You said two truths per round.", Bakugou sucessfully made Kirishima abandon the conversation for now.
"Okay, go ahead and ask."
"Do YOU like anyone?", Bakugou shot a question, giving the redhead a taste of his own medicine, which seemed to work as his cheeks turned very similar to the color of his hair.
"Yea?", he replied shyly.
"wHo iS iT? ArE tHeY iN oUr cLAss?" Bakugou mocked in an attempt to brush off a slight sting in his chest when he realized Kirishima liked someone that probably wasn't him.
At that moment, a strange sparkle shone in Kirishima's eyes and he took a breath, his face going from shy to determined, but the blush never leaving.
"They are. You can try to guess who they are. If you think you can."
"Of course I fucking can!"
"Right. They have light hair, as fluffy as it gets."
"They are focused and determined, always calculated and ready."
"They are so complex, in an intrigueing way."
"They care about others so so much, even though they don't make it very obvious."
"Lastly, they have these clear, sharp scarlet eyes that glow in the sunlight and shimmer in the moonlight."
"That should be enough hints for you. You're smart, you'll figure out who it is eventually.", Kirishima gave a small, relaxed smile despite fidgeting with his sleeve, something he always did when he was on edge.
The redhead took Bakugou's phone and started the timer without a word, getting back to the math problems in fromt of him, leaving Bakugou speechless and stunned in his seat, because, well, he really was smart. He had figured it out, but for some reason he had difficulty comprehending the obvious answer.
-
As soon as the timer rung again, Bakugou, now calmer and apparently a lot braver, turned to Kirishima.
"Truth or dare?"
"But it's your turn."
"I don't care. Truth or dare?", the blonde repeated.
"Dare?"
"Kiss me."
As soon as the last sentence left Bakugou's mouth, both boys were once again flushed and nervous wrecks.
"Are you sure?", Kirishima asked after a long pause.
"Fucking of course I am Kirishima."
The red haired boy swallowed before nodding to himself. He made eye contact with Bakugou before slowly leaning in.
With that, Bakugou closed his eyes and a few seconds later he felt Kirishima's lips brush against his own. The kiss was soft, and careful, but so, so sure. The warmth of Kirishima's moth left bakugou feeling euphoric, his brain glitching.
The two boys shuffled closer together and Kirishima cupped Bakugou's jaw with his left hand, leting his right one rest one the blonde's thigh.
Bakugou responded by knotting both his hands in Kirishima's hair, squeezing a bit as the redhead deepened the kiss.
The softness now turned a bit rougher, the kiss being filled with months and months of supressed longing for eachother.
They moved messily and chaotically, but in sync with eachother, a rhythm only the two of them, together, could follow.
After a few minutes, the two boys broke the kiss, both breathless and with kiss swollen lips.
Bakugou took their closeness as an opportunity to lean his forehead against Kirishima's, looking into his eyes.
"Did I guess?", he whispered, tucking a piece of red hair behind Kiri's ear.
"Nah. It was actually Shigaraki, sorry.", Kirishima joked, earning himself a light shove.
"Go study you idiot." Bakugou said, failing at supressing a smile.
"Only if I get to dare you the same thing later."
"You better."