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[4 months after the start of the school year, 10 p.m.]
Sitting cross-legged at the small table in the center of the room, a blond and a redhead are facing each other.
One seems completely lost in the squared pages swept with black, blue, red and green ink highlighting certain notions that seem more important than others;
while the second boy is completely absorbed by the writing, as if he understands every little thing.
The redhead starts to whine again his displeasure at not being able to understand and the blond sighs loudly, annoyed at having to repeat his explanations.
- It's you too, you don't know how to explain!
- No. It's you who doesn't understand anything. I can't help it if you have a small brain.
- But-
- Shut up and work.
No longer feeling like challenging the older man's orders, the redhead pouts and crosses his arms over his chest.
- You're getting on my nerves, blasty.
- Don't call me that, Shitty hair.
- Yeah but you pissed me off.
- It's not my problem if you suck at math.
- It's just incomprehensible!
- I assure you not. If I can do it, why can't you?
- You're a nerd, not me.
- Tch...
Rolling his eyes, the blond boy force himself to be more patient, and returns once again to the two friends' mathematics lesson.
Taking up each new aspect of the formula with the redhead, he expresses himself as best he can in front of the other, who tries as best he can to grasp the arguments of the ash blond boy.
After a good ten minutes of repeating the same explanations as a good hour ago, the blond raises his bloody red eyes to his best friend's slightly tense face, having a tiny hope that the redhead has understood, holding his breath until he gets an answer.
- I think I got it this time.
- Sure?
- No. But give me an example so I can try and see.
- Mmh.
The ash-head complies, wanting only one thing: to finish with these cursed calculation formulas that his idiot friend was not able to understand.
He was missing neurons, that's the only possible explanation that comes to him.
Pushing the paper back under the eyes of his best friend, he waits, again, for the younger one to finish.
Countless minutes passes when he finally cries out.
- I'm done !
- Don't yell, damn it!
- He says.
- I'm going to blow you up, you little shit.
- Mr. The great Bakugo, has he, by the greatest of chances, forgotten what my Quirk was?
- Tsk.. Idiot.
Finding nothing more to say, the blond rolls his eyes and literally tears off the other's sheet of paper in the process, letting his pupils run over the ink lines.
Amazing? The redhead would have managed to do something good in the end?
So all of Katsuki's efforts are not in vain, after all.
He raises his ardent pupils to the other who is waiting, panicked, for the moment of truth.
- All correct.
- Seriously?!
- Don't shout! But yes, you big idiot.
Eijiro's eyes shine, he bit his lower lip before getting up and sitting next to the blond. Raising an eyebrow, Bakugo looks at him, perplexed.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Write some more.
- What?
- Exercises. I want to make sure I don't failed tomorrow.
A discreet smile form on the blond lips in front of his comrade's stubbornness.
He leans over the piece of paper again, pen in hand, and rephrases several other calculations; his red-haired friend, concentrated, watches him do it, recognizing that the blond wastes so much time making him understand his lessons, which he already masters like no one else.
It's not for nothing that Bakugo is third in the class, after all.
Giving him back the piece of paper, the redhead executes in the minute that follows to answer his exercises as quickly as possible.
Katsuki watches him do the first two minutes, and in spite of himself, sleep gently attracts him.
His eyelids close very slowly and his body collapses as Morpheus pulls him towards him, his head resting in the hollow of his hand, falls a little more and he ends up dozing off.
Kirishima, for his part, remains very focused on his task, so much so that he does not immediately realize that his best friend is no longer among them, but in the world of dreams.
It was only a good half hour later that the redhead placed his red orbs on the peacefully sleeping face of the blond, who had let his head fall back on the countless notebooks.
Eijiro smiles tenderly and discreetly takes out his phone. Of course, he thinks to remove his flash and takes a picture of the blond with a smile on his lips.
Then, he slowly gets up and with gentle movements, he takes the blond boy in his arms without any difficulty.
He puts him in his bed and pulls the blanket up over his body.
He hesitates for a moment, but the temptation is stronger, with the back of his hand he lifts the blond hair a little and slowly, leaning down very gently, he place his lips on the blond's forehead for just half a second, but his cheeks have had time to ignite red in this gesture. He quickly straightens up and takes a step back.
Frowning, Katsuki rolls over in the duvet and turns to face the wall making a soft grunt.
The redhead smiles again and begins to put the school things in everyone's bags.
Once done, he heads to the door, turns off the light, opens the door and takes a step to go out, but turns back to his blonde again and whispers.
- Good night Kats.
Before going out for good and letting the blond sleep peacefully.
End.