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Monoma broke the 16th egg into the bowl and began whisking them all together. That should be enough for the people in class who like scrambled eggs. He thought as he poured them into the pan he had butter melting in on the dorm stove.
“I Could Have Danced All Night” from My Fair Lady played throughout the kitchen as he worked. As the chorus began, he spun and slid over to the coffee maker just in time for it to be done.
Monoma had a tendency to wake up early on weekends and cook breakfast for his class while singing and dancing to show tunes. The first time he was caught doing this he was thoroughly embarrassed but everyone seemed to love it so much so he decided to make it a weekly thing.
A timer beeped and he rushed over to the oven to pull out the bacon. He set it on the stovetop next to the nearly finished eggs and began pouring the coffee into personalized mugs that Kendo bought for the whole class.
Speaking of, the person in question came in through the front door dressed in sportswear after their morning jog. “Morning Monoma.” They said as they approached him. “ Making breakfast? Smells great. I still don't understand how you remember what everyone likes.”
Monoma smiled and proudly announced, “13 of us like coffee, 6 like it black, 4 like it with sugar, 2 with cream and sugar, 1 with tons of chocolate, 1 likes tea, 5 prefer various juices and one likes chocolate milk.” As he listed it all out he filled each mug accordingly.
Monoma had gotten used to remembering a lot. Whenever he borrowed a quirk he'd have to learn how to use it. He has had over 200 quirks and how they worked bouncing around in his brain, save some exceptions like stupid class 1A’s Midoriya or that nice kid Eri.
“Can I help with something?” Kendo asked trying to take in the many things he was doing at once.
“Yeah, can you butter the toast?” As he replied the toaster oven dinged. They didn't think he'd say yes due to the fact that he always insisted he could prepare this breakfast alone, but he did surprise them sometimes.
“You don't usually let me help.” Kendo commented as they slipped behind the counter alongside him and looked for a butter knife.
“I'm extra busy today, you know how we have to go to the beach with 1A for “bonding”, I'm making us lunch too. I want to show those losers which class has the better lunch!” A laugh escaped him as he started singing and twirling as he cooked, trying his best to reach the high notes and honestly not doing too bad.
**********
Ugh. Monoma sat on a crowded bus absolutely fuming. As part of the “bonding” exercise, he had to sit in a bus half-filled with 1A kids. On his left was the obnoxiously loud electric one, Kaminari. He had a crazy flashy quirk but was dumber than rocks. The boy in question was excitedly talking to Todoroki, the overpowered Mr cool with the number 1 pro hero as his father. On Monomas right was the slightly tolerable frog girl Asui, she was talking to Shiozaki.
This bus ride was going to be the death of him.
Eventually, they arrived at the beach and Monoma practically shot off the vehicle. Soon all the kids were standing in the parking lot waiting for instructions from their teachers. Class 1A’s teacher Mr. Aizawa stepped to the front followed closely by Mr. Kan.
The two explained that they will be getting into groups of 4, two from each class, and competing in volleyball and sandcastles together. The worst part was the groups were to be picked at random, he could be partnered with any one of those pompous jerks, great. Although after it’s over they get to enjoy the beach freely, so that was nice. Plus he’d get to shove his excellent cooking skills in 1A’s face!
“Monoma!” Kendo called from a little ways away. “Were in a group together!” Now Monoma loved Kendo, (platonically) but being in a group with them meant he had to be sorta civil with the 1A losers or he’d get karate chopped again. It already happened 11 times on the way over and he didn’t want another.
He walked over and just prayed that he would get some tolerable-ish class 1A garbage. Soon the weird bird boy approached followed by that shark-toothed redhead. Great, he didn’t know about Tokoyami but he’s pretty sure that Kirishima hated him ever since the sports festival. Not that much of class 1A liked him but he’s the only one he’s ever seen that that bolder come to dislike so thoroughly. He heard rumors that the guy even can be nice to villains. Well, he did somehow befriend that bastard Bakugo. In fact, they might be more than friends. That’s insane.
“Well well, birdy boy and sharky, I suppose Kendo and I can grace you with our assistance in the coming battles. Honestly you class 1A people are supposed to be so great but you obviously need our help in this challenge.” Monoma boasted proudly.
“Monoma” Kendo warned menacingly.
“I know, I know.” The blonde replied.
“But the teams were picked randomly, neither of us actually requested your help.” Kirishima shot back.
“Yes, your very lucky to have us, lets go!”
**********
For possibly dating, Kirishima and Bakugo sure fought each other hard in volleyball. The two seemed to practically try to destroy each other, each with a smirk as they slammed the ball back and forth.
Much to Monoma’s delight, they won against that explosive loud-mouth team. It was unfortunate he had to share the victory with class 1A members but oh well. At least he got to share it with Kendo!
The sandcastle competition was a disaster. They got last due to a series of events that was totally NOT his fault and totally WAS Kirishima’s fault, ending with their castle destroyed before it could be judged. Even though that sucked Monoma was nearly vibrating with anticipation.
Lunchtime had rolled around and his class each pulled out their stunning lunchs. They sat on blankets in the sand enjoying the food. Monoma received many compliments from his classmates and even over herd the pink girl from class 1A coo over the bite she tried of Awase’s.
“Dang Kat! This tastes awesome!” Kirishima’s voice chirped out.
Huh?
Monoma glanced over to see Kirishima excitedly stuff his face with something. Whos Kat-
Sitting next to the redhead was Bakugo. That bastard can cook too!
“Damn it!” Monoma shouted.
“Bro, you ok?” Tetsutetsu questioned as he tilted his head curiously.
“Fine.” Monoma bit out as he bit down on his delicious sandwich.
**********
Around an hour later everyone seemed to be running around having a blast. People splashed in the water, shot each other with squirt guns, read books under umbrellas and the best thing was Bakugo screaming as he was buried up to his neck in sand.
Ah, finally, what a lovely atmosphere. Monoma thought as he lay back on a beach towel, his awesome sunglasses making him look totally badass. Nothing could ruin this no-
What was that!
Monoma sat up and watched as Kirishima glanced around nervously before sneaking off down the beach and behind some rocks. What is he doing? Monoma stood up and began to follow the boy abandoning his super cool sunglasses on the beach towel. Is he going to do something stupid to attract villains? Class 1A was great at that. Or maybe, he’s a spy for them! He does look rather shifty.
Monoma peered around the rocks to see a small section of beach leading up to the water. The redhead in question sat there blowing up a floaty ring. What is he doing? After it was fully inflated he started making his way into the water slowly not even glancing back once. No way he was a traitor, he’s too stupid.
Monoma snuck to the water’s edge and started inching toward the other boy. Kirishima was about 10 ft in front of him just floating there. Monoma didn’t get it. Whatever, this is his chance to get back at him for the sandcastle.
The blonde dove under the water and swam up to Kirishima’s legs before yanking him down out of the tube.
He soon resurfaced and began to laugh his ass off. “Stupid 1A boy! Didn’t even realize I was there! You really are an idiot yet you still get all the glory. HA look at you now…” Monoma soon realized that the shark-toothed boy was not there to listen to his taunts.
What the heck? Where did he go? Monoma watched the place the other teen had been floating in just a minute ago as if it would make him magically appear. Well, something did appear.
Bubbles.
“Oh, fuck.” Monoma quickly dives under the water’s surface and begins to frantically search for Kirishima. He may hate class 1A but he doesn’t want them dead, besides, he’s a hero, he’s supposed to save people.
Sweeping his eyes through the water he realized they were much deeper than he originally thought, but what was more unsettling is that he couldn’t find Kirishima. He continued to look around until he spotted a flesh-colored mass about 20 ft down. He could do this. He’s had underwater training… but 1A hasn’t yet! They missed it due to a villain attack! Ok, ok, just go down and get him- crap!
Monoma resurfaced for a moment and gulped in some air for his stressed lungs before diving right back down. He kicked as fast as he could and couldn’t help but wish he had borrowed the frog girl’s quirk earlier.
He finally made it to Kirishima and reached out a hand only for it to land on something hard. The idiot hardened his skin. That will make him a lot more difficult to move.
Monoma wrapped his arms the best he could around the boy without cutting himself on his sharp ridges and began to desperately kick. They’re not moving, this is bad, and he’s running low on air. Damn it!
Suddenly the hardness began to decrease and Monoma started to pull them up. Thank the gods his lungs were starting to burn. The moron must have realized he needed to stop using his quirk or… Monoma looked down at Kirishima only to realize he was unconscious.
Fuck.
The blonde kicked harder and finally breached the surface. He quickly got them to shore and dragged the bulky boy out to the sand.
“Damn not breathing.” He said as he checked his pulse. “This isn’t good.”
Monoma soon realized that he would need to do CPR and that meant... mouth to mouth. Ew. After he pumped the boy’s chest 30 times he tilted Kirishima’s head back and prayed that Bakugo didn’t actually murder him for this as he pressed his lips to the redheads. After doing that twice he began chest compressions again.
Suddenly Kirishima coughed and water came spilling from his mouth. He gasped for air and tried desperately to sit up. He eventually made it and continued his coughing fit. Monoma sat by him and rubbed circles in his back slowly.
He watched as Kirishimas hacking died down and his breath evened out. The boy looked spaced out and only stared at the ground in front of him as if there was a tv show playing on it. He soon started breathing a little fast and before Monoma knew what was happing Kirishima was gasping again.
“What the-” Monoma watched as the redhead’s fingers hardened and began digging into his own arms. What was happening? Crap. is he panicking? “Um, hey, it’s all right.” Monoma tried to no avail.
“Red? Sharky?” Monoma grasped the other teen’s wrists and tried to ply them away from his arms. A small amount of dark blood began to drip from his arms. “Kirishima! Come on, stop that!” After a few moments of struggling, he yanked Kirishima’s hands from his arms. The redhead looked up at monoma as if surprised.
“Hey. Kirishima?” Monoma questioned as he stared back. The other boy’s eyes seemed to be laced with fear and panic. A sad darkness swam in his irises. Monoma continued to stare into the red pool of Kirishima’s eyes for a minute, wondering what all that pain was doing in someone who had such a great quirk.
“Monoma?” Kirishima questioned. “What happened?”
“You were drowning. Idiot.” Monoma said back without his usual mocking tone.
“Oh…”
“Yeah, you activated your quirk and sunk like a rock. What, Kirishima of the great Class 1A doesn’t even know how to swim?” As monoma said this he wondered why he couldn’t just put away the insults for a second. This kid almost drowned a minute ago and as much as he hates to admit it, Monoma was worried, but he just couldn’t seem to stop.
“Heh.” Kirishima laughed out bitterly. “That checks, this quirk brings me all sorts of trouble.” His hand came up to rest on a small scar right above his eye.
His quirk brings him trouble? What the hell? The quirk that got him 2nd in the entrance exam? The quirk that could withstand blows from that overpowered bastard Bakugo? The quirk that could shield others and was all his own?! His quirk was amazing! Why was he so down about it? Does he just want attention? That must be it! He’s just an attention-stealing, self-obsessed jerk like the rest of his class!
Monoma stood quickly after giving Kirishima a hard shove. “What a loser. All you do is complain! You don’t know anything about how much “trouble” a quirk can get you into!” As he screamed he couldn’t help but remember his old classmates beating him with sticks, or how even though his parents said they loved him, that they would always be there for him, they were never around. What does this guy know about anything. “you’re just an idiot who was lucky enough to get into UA! Your useless and always will be!”
As he continued to berate Kirishima he could hear footsteps approaching, but he didn’t care, this guy is just too infuriating. “You’re not “manly” or whatever, your just a wannabe hero who will probably end up as some unknown sidekick for the rest of your life!”
Kirishima just stared at him unmoving as he continued to yell, he didn’t even flinch, he just sat there and took it.
“Monoma!” a voice called out.
“Kiri?”
“Whats going on?”
“Are they fighting?”
“Kiri? Your arms!”
“Are you alright Kirishima?”
“Why is he yelling at Ei?”
It seems a crowd gathered.
“Get away from him.” A familiar voice yelled.
Monoma turned to see class 1A’s resident asshole marching towards him. He turned to face Bakugo and saw that almost all the kids in both classes were gathered.
“It’s ok Kat-” Kirishima spoke up for the first time, his voice barely above a whisper.
“No, it’s not!” Bakugo shouted before turning his attention to Monoma. “ What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Yeah, what the hell Monoma?”
“yeah, not cool man.”
“Stop being mean to Kiri!”
What? This is the worst guy in all of that despicable class 1A! He’s the bad guy here! Why is everyone looking at him like he’s the monster? Bakugo is a pompous jackass who has just been handed everything in life!
A small smile came across Monomas face and he gave a small laugh. “What was I doing?” This will show them all that Bakugo is just a ticking time bomb, he’ll be expelled for sure. “Well, your little boyfriend wasn’t so happy after I kissed him, so we got into an argument.”
Monoma was not exaggerating when he said he could see his own death in Bakugos eyes. That man would kill him. Maybe he pushed him too far…
Everyone stood shocked and silent, including Kirishima.
Not seconds later Bakugo was changing at Monoma. Well, he asked for this, time to face the consequences. The explosive blonde’s fist came flying at him and he closed his eyes and accepted death.
Huh?
The punch never came.
He opened his eyes to see Bakugo thrashing against… a scarf? Oh, great! The teachers!
Oh… fuck, the teachers.
**********
They all had to waste the rest of their beach time explaining each side of the story. It was long and boring but everyone soon learned that by “kiss your boyfriend”, Monoma meant mouth to mouth after Kirishima almost drowned. However, Kirishima said that his arm wounds came from scrap underwater and Monoma followed along. The class 1A teacher gave the redhead a knowing look but didn’t question anything.
They finally arrived back at the dorms pretty late and everyone seemed to be mad at Monoma. He couldn’t really blame them. He hates to admit it but he went too far. Even Kendo had a strained smile when they wished him good night. He really fucked up.
Monoma sighed as he made his way to the roof. The sun had just sunk below the horizon and he wanted to be alone. The day started out so fun, how did it get here?
He sighed as he looked out toward the school. After sitting there a moment he decided to go in, but as he turned around he saw the Kirishima on the 1A roof. The redhead was sitting against a small concrete wall with his knees tucked up to his chest. He looked upset.
Well of course he would be. Monoma broke out of him staring and decided the best thing would be to sneak back inside without ever being noticed. Yeah, that should work-
“Monoma?”
Kirishima’s voice sounded small just like at the beach. Much smaller than it should be. Kirishima was now staring back until he gave a small smile and used his hands to beckon him over, his arms wrapped up in bandages.
“Why can’t you come here?” Monoma called as he internally cursed himself for how rude it sounded. Kirishima just raised an eyebrow as if to say “really?”
“Fine, fine, coming.” Monoma climbed up on the roof’s edge and sprung over to the 1A roof. “What do you want?” He asked as he sat next to the shark-toothed boy.
“Sorry.”
What? “What?”
“I'm sorry” Kirishima said again. “For being inconsiderate at the beach. I shouldn’t have complained, I didn’t think about how what I said made you feel, I’m sorry.”
What. The. Fuck.
He’s sorry? After all the horrible things that were said to him. Why the hell was he apologizing?
“Oh!” Kirishima spoke again. “And for Ka- Bakugo, he’s just protective, you know?”
“Why are you doing that?” Monoma answered anger seeping into his voice.
“Doing what?” Kirishima asked as he tilted his head like a puppy.
“Stop it! Don’t you hate me?”
“Why would i-”
“Because I said all that mean stuff to you!”
“Oh. no, it’s ok!” Kirishima said as he gave a small laugh. “It’s all true so it’s fine.”
What? “What?”
“You know, I’m am useless and an attention seeker. I'm super lucky to have gotten into UA. Bakugo says that I should be more confident but-”
“Who told you that?”
“Weren’t you listing?” Kirishima asked slightly annoyed. “I just said Bakugo said it.”
This guy really was an idiot. “Not Bakugo.” Monoma groaned. “Who told you you were useless and stuff… well… besides me.”
“Ah, well. You know. In middle school, my power was pretty weak. Kids told me that all the time. They hit me and laugh that it hurt considering my quirk should stop it. Not to mention… my dad. Dad always said I should be manly but I don’t really agree with his idea of manliness. He thought I was weak, so once he threw me in the ocean so I could prove my manliness by learning to swim right then and there or something dumb like that. I got caught on something and activated my quirk in a panic, which just made things worse. A hero saved me. Guess not much has changed huh.” He said with a sad lopsided smile. “He really thought I was useless after that and when I came out to him, oof, not pretty. That’s when I got this scar!” He sounded almost excited like it was a normal story to be telling a schoolmate you hardly know. “ I don’t talk about him much cause I don’t like him. I'm glad mom divorced him and remarried Mama but I do wish that I could show him I’m strong. But I’m not, I keep working at it though!”
What the hell. This is not something you just speak about so normally. What is wrong with this guy? “ You already are strong and honestly, who cares what that guy says, he sounds like an asshole.” Monoma turned to see the redhead staring at him with large surprised eyes. The blonde turned his body toward the other teen and put his hands on his shoulders. “Kirishima.” his voice was serious, there was no mocking to be found. “ You are strong. Never doubt that, but you don’t have to prove it to some abusive bastard. Get stronger because you want to. Your even manly or whatever. If he ever gives you trouble again I’ll help you out… ok?”
Monoma took in a breath and held it. What was he thinking? Kirishima is just going to laugh in his face. He sounded so serious. Monoma was literally insulting him earlier and now he suddenly cares. Kirishima won’t believe it.
The blonde watched as tears began to fill the redhead’s eyes. Oh, fuck. What did he do wrong? Crap!
“Y-you.” Kirishima sniffled. “Think I’m manly?”
Really, that’s what he took from it?
“Thanks, Monoma! You’re manly too!”
“Uhh… thank you?”
Kirishima gave a huge smile. It shone like a sun and filled the rooftop with joy. Is this what everyone else sees’s when they talk to him? He’s so nice. Wait… nice? A class 1A member… nice? No! NO! It’s not possible!
“Monoma!” Kirishima chirped. “Now that we’re friends you should call me Kiri! Ok? Can I call you Monobro? Nah, that doesn’t sound right. Monodude? ew, that’s worse. Is there a nickname you like?”
FRIENDS? WITH A CLASS 1A? FUCK NO! This is not happening. This is a dream and he will wake up any minute. He CANT be friends with someone from their class! Just reject him right here and now. Monoma has been rude to him a thousand times, he can do it again!
“You can just call me Neito.”
Kiri squealed with glee. “Ok then! You can actually call me Eijiro!”
Eijiro squealed again.
What. Is. Happening.
**********
The next weekend rolled around and Kendo stood in an empty kitchen. There were no show tunes playing, no nice smell of coffee, or bacon, no Monoma. What the heck?
Suddenly the front door burst open and Kirishima from class 1A walked inside.
“Hi, Kendo!” He sang.
“Hey Kiri, what are you doing here?”
“Oh, Neito forgot his wallet.” he said as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed the wallet off the counter. “Oh! He said to tell you that he made everyone breakfast last night, it’s in the fridge. Guess what! After Neito and I go to breakfast we’re going to see Heathers the musical, manly right!”
Kendo just nodded as he excitedly left. They were about to get back to wondering where Monoma was when they stopped.
………
……
…
“Neito?!” They called as they rushed out the front door and down the path. After a short run, they saw Kiri talking to Bakugo in front of the 1A building.
“Aww, thanks bro but I'm getting breakfast with Neito.” Kiri said as he pressed a kiss to Bakugos cheek and started to jog away.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” they heard Bakugo scream as he stood there with a small blush, He started to run after the redhead and Kendo decided to follow.
Bakugo stopped at the front gate and Kendo soon caught up. “Are those two… friends?” They questioned looking at the explosive blonde.
“Tch… of course. Ei can make friends with anyone, even your stupid copycat.” He then shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to them. “Hand kid, You want Ei’s pancakes today?”
Kendo knew Monoma would be mad but between refrigerated food and fresh hot food, they knew what their pick was. “Ok!” They smiled as they started walking back to the 1A dorm for a delicious weekend breakfast.