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Kirishima had slept past his alarm- which was actually not exactly a rarity which is why he had a back alarm-
Which he slept through too.
So to say his morning was a little intense would have been a fair statement. He was rushing trying to get his pants on too quickly; he stepped in them only to step on the cuff tripping himself. Which normally would have been fine except he had been studying late last night leaving a textbook open on the ground-
Which explained the late start to the day
Causing him to fall to the floor instead of catching himself like he would normally be able to do. In a worse mood than he was just a moment ago he buttoned his shirt stress and the need to get it done as quickly as possible causing his fingers to slip, shaving precious moments off his time. He crashed out of his dorm room and had to forgo his beloved hair gel in favor of a much quicker hair tie.
And man did elevators seem to take so much longer when you were rushing! holy shit he had stood at the door for what felt like an eternity!
Giving up on the elevator and the rest of his mortal life he ran to the stairs opening to the door as he heard a ding behind him.
Fucking christ! Did god hate him?! Kirishima could not understand his piss poor stroke of luck!
Turning back around he ran to the elevator skidding to a stop as the tips of his shoes rubbed against the inner wall. Maybe his luck was turning around? No nosebleed from slamming his face into the wall of the elevator and upon checking the time Kirishima realized it had not. He absolutely did not have any time for breakfast and would just have to wait until lunch to eat.
Unless he had a protein bar in his bag!
Okay his day was back on track Kirishima always had a protein bar on him at all times he was saved!
Kirishima practically threw himself into his seat just making it on time and now that he was in class he finally felt himself relax today was going to be a good day he was making damn sure it was.
“Aw Kiri you look so cute!” Mina had called from the seat in front of him “I love your ponytail, it looks great on you!” Kirishima smiled and gave his thanks. He knew that most people preferred his hair ungelled down or in the small ponytail he could manage as it grew out but it just wasn't him; he loved the pointed look he had made in his daily routine. Kaminari also turned to him, eyeing his unusual hair due.
“Sleep in late bro? I've never not seen your hair crispy for class! It looks good on you though!” any other conversation was cut off by Aizawa as he glared down on anyone talking from the front of the classroom and the day continued like normal after the small hiccup that was his morning at least he had a protein bar he could eat in between classes the bam! good as new!
Now only if he could find it in his bag
Because he definitely had one
Right?
Shit
Kirishima was not in it today.
Lunch came around the same time as always but much too late for Kirishima. Especially since he needed to stop by one of his classes to clarify a question he had about work that was due the next day. Late to wake up, almost late to class, and now late to lunch! He was doomed to be late, late, late, late! probably forever at this point!
Question answered and halls just about empty he could finally get to lunch his glorious lunch! Maybe his friends were talking about him because he let out a sneeze on his way, just a small soft one.
“Haha you sneeze like a girl!” Monoma laughed walking behind him pointing his finger at him like a grade school just how immature could you be? They were third years!
Most days Kirishima would have shrugged it off. It wasn't even an insult “like a girl”? Who used women as the gotcha as the butt of the joke well besides misogynists but his point remained it wasnt most days it was a ponytail and eyebags day and maybe violence was the answer so cracking his knuckles and shoving monoma into the lockers a lot lighter than he would have like he got in his face glaring
“Yeah!? Well I'll pound you like a man!”
Monoma didn't know how to respond; he didn't think he'd ever think a coherent thought ever again. He knew he hadnt meant it that way but being shoved into a locker with an objectively hot and tall-
When did he get that tall!!?
And when did he get that muscular!!
And pretty!!
And he was practically on top of Monoma!
A Monoma who just realized something about himself that he absolutely was going to try his hardest to forget so in a moment of panic or something else all monoma could squeak out was
“I- uh, um, please?”
And Monoma's life was over!
Now he was panicking for a different reason!
Please?
Please!
He fucking said please!??!
Why was that the only thing he could think of at that moment?!
He could have just laughed?
Pointed out the innuendo!
Maybe got punched
Definitely got punched
But apparently as he was now learning that might have not been a bad thing!
No, still a bad thing!
Maybe.
Instead he had just squeaked out the most pitiful reply known to man and dumbly stared at the glaring hot- super hot- boy infront of him praying to whatever god would listen that maybe he hadn't heard him, or that he would be reborn as someone cool in his next life at least.
Kirishima’s glare faltered; he hadn't expected his threats of violence to work on Monoma. He'd been in a bad mood and lashed out but even Bakugou couldn't get Monoma to shut up!
Maybe it was because Kirishima was nice so it caught him off guard?
Or maybe it was because he wasn't screaming at him?
Made it feel more personal?
Getting in his face to do it?
Yeah it was probably that one
Monoma had looked surprised when he got that close
Either way now Kirishima knew how to shut Monoma up
And apparently it was only possible if he threatened him while roughly three inches from his face.
Feeling better now that he knew how to get the other boy to stop bothering him he couldn't help but let out a smirk, it was useful information after all. Kirishima let go of monoma and turned away, walking to lunch without a glance back.
Monoma however didn't walk to lunch immediately not only had all of THAT just happened but after Kirishima just smirked at him?!
Smirked!
So maybe Monoma was wrong?
Maybe he had meant it like that?
No still definitely hadn't
But what the actual fuck was that smirk for if not!?
He definitely knew what he did
Right?
Right!?
Monoma had to stand at the lockers for a few minutes more than he would like to admit.
He had to catch his breath?
Why did it feel difficult to breathe?
No, it was getting better.
So there he stood at the lockers trying to catch his breath and cool his burning pink face down as his brain tried to do a system reboot. Whatever kirishima had planned out of that interaction was not this weird gay panic Monoma was expirencing right now and the blue crash screen he could practicaly see behind his eyes. Now with only fifteen minutes left to lunch Monoma strolled into the cafeteria attempting to act casual and natural while avoiding looking to where the red head boy sat with his friends. For now he just had to laugh and throw in a back bend and twirl and no one would think any different of him.
After a week, Kirishima had practically forgotten his encounter with Monoma, tucking the knowledge away for a later time. Monoma, however had NOT forgotten he had stopped avoiding the other boy but everytime he came into his sight he'd be thrown right back to that moment blushing like a schoolgirl with a crush for anyone to see! It was embarrassing but he could power through it! Just laugh and twirl around as normal.
But the memories didn't just show when he saw him
Almost everyday he’d catch himself thinking about it
Like a schoolgirl with a crush!
Haha immagine Monoma having a crush on Kirishima!
From class 3A!
It was ridiculous
He'd never stoop that low
Except
Monoma is pretty sure he had stooped that low
It was embarrassing.
It made no sense
With all of his thoughts already reading beforehand then the mention of joint training that day Monoma wasn't sure how to feel it was confusing. On one hand class A on the other Kirishima but at the same time KIRISHIMA. Kirishima was the core of most of his recent stress and also heart eyes so it evened out? Monoma wasn't sure if it did after their last interaction Kirishima was now intimidating
and what if they got paired together?
Or worse?
Or better?
against each other
Then they didn't need to talk
But again Kirishima was now intimidating
And what if he pinned him!??!
Monoma may just spontaneously combust!
No matter what happened it would probably sure to be a disaster
And it made his stomach swirl with butterflies
Or anxiety
It didn't matter which one, he hated both options.
The two classes were to meet at the outdoor training grounds after changing into their gym uniforms in the locker room beside them then wait to hear instructions. Students chatted with their friends- for the most part- Monoma however loudly started up his same act on the walk to the locker rooms with class 3A. Nobody was happy with his decision to do so, groaning when they heard him start the same shit they had heard a thousand times by now. Bakugou yelled at him, Iida quickly coming to try to collect their “rabid dog” as monoma oh so proudly titled the boy laughing. Others rolled their eyes, accustomed to his taunting to pay him any mind. Most people had already walked ahead of Monoma and the few remaining stragglers and where already changed and waiting on the field before Kendo also came to collect class 3B’s rabid dog giving him a whack on the head instantly dropping him with a few twitches in protest before she handed him off to Tetsutetsu to finish dragging him into the boys locker room to fully come to.
While it didn't take long for Monoma to come around he was one of the last people in. By the time he started to dress, the locker room was almost empty except for Tetsutetsu who wanted to wait for him to wake up and Kirishima who was chatting with his “twin” with his shirt still hanging open. Monoma had caught sight of him and quickly turned around to finish getting dressed, willing himself to not think about the boy behind him. So focused on not paying attention he hadn’t heard Kirishima mention his name when speaking to Tetsutetsu.
“Oh yeah bro! You go ahead! I actually wanted to talk to Monoma before we headed out there!” Kirishima said, waving his friend off as he zipped his shirt the rest of the way. He purposely took as long as possible to change so he could get Monoma alone. He knew that if he wanted no witnesses it was a sign he shouldn't do it but he couldn't think of a way that wouldn't call attention to him threatening the boy from the rival class.
Not that he thought he'd get in trouble
Or that someone would get mad at him for it
They would probably think it’s cool actually
Maybe even be thankful he found the cheat code for him
But he had a reputation to uphold
And threatening his peers with violence was not it
Sure the Bakusquad could know
And would probably appreciate the information
But there was no way he could have kept them behind
Or under control if they had stayed
So instead
He waited
As soon as monoma had finished dressing and turned around he was thrust back against the lockers and back into the same memory that had haunted him the past week. There Kirishima was standing over him glaring down at a Monoma that was rendered useless the moment he touched him. Kirishima wrapped his hand round Monoma’s chin squishing his cheeks together, not hard enough to be painful but just hard enough to stop any attempt at speaking.
“Do you ever shut up? Or do I need to make you?” Kirishima growled, forcing Monoma's head up to look him in the eyes.
Kirishima momentarily felt bad for Monoma when he looked into his wide eyes, he felt like a bully but he had to remind himself Monoma had been the bully for the past two and a half years and nothing else was working. So until Monoma either learned to chill out or go to therapy violence was just about the only choice to get any peace.
Just like before Monoma’s brain shut down but this time he was determined to not embarrass himself with a squeaky pitiful reply so he opted to say nothing, granted with Kirishima’s hold on his jaw he didn't have too much of a choice.
“God if you really can't help yourself just wear a gag everywhere. Hell I'll even buy it for you” Kirishima watched as Monoma’s eyes widened just a bit more and now he really did feel bad.
That was too far.
That was some bully shit
Was he a bully?
Maybe?
He didn't feel he hit the term
Was he worse than a bully?
Also Maybe?
Probably.
Kirishima dropped Monoma’s face recoiling as if the skin had burned him,
He fucked up.
He backed away quickly
He fucked up.
he probably hurt the boy
He definitely squeezed too hard
He tried to not hurt him
Not really
Was he going to bruise?
Would Kirishima have left bruises on Monoma?
Monoma still hadn't said anything
He fucked up.
He fucked up.
He fucked up.
He fucked up.
He fucked up.
He fucked up.
He fucked up.
He fucked up. He fucked up.
He fucked up. He fucked up.He fucked up.
He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. He fucked up. Hefuckedup. Hefuckedup. Hefuckedup. HefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedupHefuckedup
Kirishima could feel his hands start to tremble, his breathing had been difficult and shaky as soon as he realized what he'd done but now his thoughts were spiraling and his hands were trembling and he was spiraling.
He had to leave
Get out of the locker rooms
Get away from Monoma
Monoma didn't want to see him
He didn't want to see himself
Not able to meet Monoma’s still wide eyes from where he still stood at the lockers
Kirishima shoved him into the lockers
He hasn't moved
Had Kirishima even breath since he shoved him?
Yes
Because he remembered
It was getting harder to breath
It had all happened so quickly
Kirishima was taking everything in
Way too fast
Overwhelmingly fast
Too fast
And it felt like a lifetime had past
But looking at Monoma
He remembered
Just how fast
Too fast
Almost no time had past
Barely three seconds since
He dropped the boys face
Which he grabbed
Forcibly
Too forcibly
Kirishima had to stop
Everything
Stop pitying himself for his own actions and give monoma some space at least for now until he could properly apologize. So after ripping himself away from Monoma giving himself no time to calm down he knew they had to talk immediately but not now. Definitely not now.
“I- I uh, just forget it. Please meet me after class today please? If not I understand but just please?” This time it was Kirishima’s turn to have a squeaky, rushed, cracky voice. Monoma shouldn't have ever had to use that voice around him but it was too late to change the past. Not waiting for any confirmation Kirishima fled the scene of his crime.
Monoma stared blush rising to his face watching Kirishima run off after what was possibly the most confusing interaction he'd ever had in his life.
First he somehow ended up where had secretly been hoping he'd end up again directly under Kirishima.
He said that he'd buy him a gag?
Which was…
Something?
Monoma wasn't complaining
He was perfectly content
To be crushed by his well- crush
So he counted it as a bonus?
Maybe
He was pretty sure he was flirting now
But something felt off
But Kirishima wanted to meet him after class!
And when he asked to meet he was so nervous
His voice cracked
He said please three times
It was honestly adorable
Monoma felt his large smile pinching, jaw slightly sore from the muscular hands that had just left him. He was certain that things were looking up, or steaming up either was fine, but he needed to sit down for a moment. Monoma sat on a bench in the locker rooms. He was the last guy left but he hadn't even been awake for even five minutes yet so he had time to rest, especially after the head spinning interaction he went through the moment he woke up.
On arrival Kirishima was met with concern from his friends he must look sick, he knows he feels sick, is sick. He tried to wave them off not wanting them to worry about him, not wanting their pity from something he caused. He threw out a quick excuse that they were right and he just wasn't feeling well. Most of his classmates accepted his explanation, turning back to their own conversations as they waited for Aizawa to make his way to the training area. His closer friends the Bakusquad however didn't buy it, their eyes searching him for any clues and wanting the real reason he was out of it.
“Guys I'm fine! I promise!”
“Then you'd be lying kiri!”
“Man, what's wrong? Like actually bro we’re worried you don't look good.”
“We love you Kiri, just what's going on?” they pleaded with their friend in hushed voices trying not to draw attention to themselves. Kirishima knew that he would have to explain it to them, maybe to everybody but he didn't want to talk to them before talking to Monoma.
“I'm going to tell you guys just- just not right now. later tonight I'll explain, just give me a little bit.`` They could all hear the stress on his voice and although they wanted to help as soon as possible the promise to tell them calmed them down.
Until Monoma stepped towards the field the smug smile glued, seeming just a bit more crazed.
The promise kept them calm until Kirishima flinched at the sight of the other boy.
Until Kirishima’s hands trembled
Until his breathing picked up again
Until he tried to hide it
Tried to force the panic out of his system
Until they realized Kirishima refused to look in Monoma’s direction.
Stepping on the field, Monoma smiled widely, blush still coloring his cheeks as he looked for his group. Monoma was glad that Tetsutesu and Awase were always loud and easy to find while there were only forty students crowding a small area of the large training field but no need being out of plass wandering aimlessly. The two boys and Kendo greeted him before Awase and Kendo invited him into their conversation but Tetsutetsu had questions.
“So what did Kirishima want to talk to you about? I didn't know yall were close! I thought you hated each other!” and Monoma’s blush was back in full force. He didn't fully understand what just happened so he had no way to explain it other than simply embarrassing himself, becoming a stuttering mess.
“Uh- I- I actually don't- it's kind of hard to explain I really don't know?” Once he opened his mouth he knew where it was going but he still hoped to avoid it but alas he was not that lucky and Awase and Tetsutetsu started to whistle and hoot.
“Getting spicy in the locker room! My man! I see you!” Awase clapped a hand on Monoma’s shoulder.
“No! It really wasn't like that! At least I dont think it was! I'm really not sure what that was about.” Monoma desperately tried to explain but he really wasn't sure if it had been that way or not. Kirishima had asked him to meet after class and he was nervous so it was possible, but it was also possible that Kirishima was somehow dense enough to not understand the implications of his words. Monoma didn't want them to get the wrong idea doubly so with how loud they were being soon everyone would have the maybe wrong idea. Still trying to fix the scene that Tetsutetsu had caused when-
“Oi! Monoma-” Bakugou yelled as he made his way to him, obviously pissed off at him for a reason unknown to him but he was always happy to put on a show. Monoma plastered his smile back on and twirled around to find that Bakugou was a lot closer than he expected his friends not far behind.
“Oh would you look at that the wild beast of 3A has-'' Monoma was cut off as Bakuogou fisted the front collar of his uniform roughly tugging him forward.
“What the fuck did you do to Kirishima?!!” Monoma could feel Bakugou's hot breath hitting his face and his smile dropped. If he was confused before he was absolutely lost now.
“What?” Monoma tried to look around him to see Kirishima trying to understand what happened, what he said, if he said anything, just anything. Kirishima came into view as he reached Bakugou trying to pull him back away from carrying out whatever attack he had planned for Monoma.
He wasn't expecting him to be so protective.
Or maybe controlling?
It could have been that only Kirishima was allowed to touch him like that
Maybe it was that way
Maybe they had gotten “spicy” in the locker room
Monoma didn't know
And he didn't know how he felt about those options.
“Bakugou stop! He didn't do anything! Let him go!”
“Like hell I believe that! He obviously did shit!” Bakugou yelled pulling Monoma closer
Gripping tighter.
Spit splattering on his face.
And apparently only Kirishima could elicit those responses out of him.
“I really don't know what you're talking about Bakugou?” Monoma tried most likely in vain the attempt would probably just anger him more.
“Yes you do! Tell me what you did! Don't make me beat it out of you!”
“He didn't do anything! Please just let him go Bakugou!” Kirishima cried trying to pry his friend's hand off his body and out of his shirt. “Bakugou stop! He doesnt deserve this! Especially right now, I fucked up! Not him! He didn't do anything this time!”
If he really were the schoolgirl he felt like he was Monoma would have called jinx, Kirishima’s admission to being at fault catching them of guard and the questioned in unison
“You fucked up?”
“Yes now please just leave him alone, I told you I'd explain latter just christ-” Aizawa’s arrival stopped him from finishing luckily while obviously ruffled Monoma was no longer in Bakugou's death grip so when everyone tried to cover up what happened the only evidence of what happened was probably on camera but not in front of Aizawa’s tired glare.
Joint training was awkward. Everyone had witnessed the almost fight/ beat down of Monoma by Bakugou and at least three of his friends. And no one knew what it was about. People who thought they had pieced it together were thrown by Kirishima taking the blame for whatever started it and everyone was stuck at square one. Time was passing so slowly, nobody was in a good mood, classmates taking eachothers side in a fight they didn't understand and it almost felt like first year again A class against B class it was dreadful.
Carefully students started to file out of the training field at the end of class, their eyes watching Bakugou, Kirishima and Monoma. Some were not sure if they should leave them or not and eventually it was whittled down to the Bakusquad and Monoma’s small crew, each friend group trying to look out for their own. Kirishima was quick to shoo his friends away.
“I told you I'd explain later for now I need to talk to Monoma. Without you guys taking my side! Just me and-``Kirishima cut himself off deciding that it was probably best to change his wording. Now that it was just Kirishima staring down the four infront of him it felt more fair. “Actually um, Monoma sorry, it doesn't have to be just you and me, I'm not going to ask that of you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”
Kendo glared she did not like what that suggested
“Why would you make him uncomfortable? What did you do to him kirishima”
“He didn't do anything to me.” monoma said at the same time Kirishima answered
“Too much, I did too much.”
Monoma’s friends doubled down wanting an explanation from him but every time Kirishima said that it was up to Monoma if they knew and everytime they asked Monoma assured them that Kirishima hadn't done anything to hurt him and each time Kirishima seemed like he wanted to correct him leading to more questions to more deflection to more confusion and eventual Monoma sent his friends away it was getting nowhere with them around and he was desperate to understand what had happened between them in the past few hours.
“Monoma I'm really sorry and I understand if you can't forgive me and I understand if you hit me I get it I really fucked up, I took it way too far, I shouldn't have even done anything that first time.”
“Literally what are you apologizing for?”
Kirishima was caught off guard by his question. It was one thing to deny that he was being bullied to his friends, another to just outright deny it as a whole.
“I- I bullied you? I used threats of physical violence to try to get my way and I’m sorry”
“Oh yeah that's fine, also that's not bullying.”
“Yes it was, I slammed you into lockers and kept you physically trapped with my body! I grabbed your jaw where you couldn't talk! How are you okay with that!? I fucked up, why aren't you hitting me, or bringing this to the teacher that was wrong.”
Monoma watched as his crush tore himself apart begging to be punished for a crime he had never committed, so while Monoma hadn't planned on explaining why he had let it happen, it was the only way to stop Kirishima’s panic attack.
“It's not bullying because I could have fought back, I didn't, I let it happen.”
“Why?”
“Honestly?” Monoma paused, giving him time to respond, Kirishima nodded and Monoma sighed.
“Because I like you, and it was actually really hot, a tall muscular man pinned me against the lockers and growled innuendos that were definitely not PG while staring into my eyes two inches away? I mean what else was I supposed to do other than Immediately crash and go dumb mode.” said tempted to hide his blushing face from Kirishima.
“It was… hot?”
“Extremely.”
“Oh uh, I guess I could see that?? Wait, wait , wait! You like me!? And you aren't uncomfortable around me!?”
“You are quit literally the prettiest and sweetest man that has ever grace my life, and again you dint bully me you just made me realize exactly how gay I was and that I actually had a crush on you so no, not uncomfortable.”
“Oh thank you! you are very pretty too?” Kirishima said fidgeting with his hand as blush spread across his tanned face. Monoma stepped forward until their chests were almost pressed together, Kirishima could feel his breath tickling his neck as he looked do to make eye contact with the boy below him as he drew closer and closer. Monomas lips ghosted across his as he talked
“So youre pretty, Im pretty, you didn't fuck up. How’s Friday for you?” Both were desperate to fill the gap and finish what they started but neither would move until Kirishima responded.
“Friday’s perfect.” Monoma’s arms wrapped around Kirishima’s neck pulling him down the little distance to steal a kiss, or two. Monoma had been waiting for this moment, well maybe not this one in particular but he'd wanted to kiss Kirishima for a while. Monoma gave an almost inaudible squeak as Kirishima gripped him closer.