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I Kissed A Boy - KBK 

—where Bakugo kisses Kirishima and he’s left to deal with the aftermath. 

what a better way to get it out than by writing him a song, right? 

Bakugo thinks so too—

He must have been dreaming; this couldn't have possibly happened. Not when he had spent months making himself believe that this wasn’t right. 

It was a mistake; to even think he would ever be able to be away from the bundle of a man that he was. To think he would survive being without him, in a world without his laughter and reassuring words. 

A bigger mistake was to think he was going to be able to forget the moment those lips touched his. 

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. Did that make him an even more horrible person? 

He didn’t know. He didn’t care. 

Right now, his mind circled, turning on the same thought over and over again. 

He tasted like spice and a warm afternoon in November. 

His favorite flavor and his favorite season. 

He was screwed. 

—/Hours Before, Training/—

Bakugo sat by one of the trees just off by the training grounds. He was tired, exhausted, and all he wanted was to get a good nap. Aizawa has been pushing them since the USJ incident and there has been unstoppable training day after day. 

He can’t say that he hates it though. 

Not when his best friend is teamed up with him every single time. And gracious the Gods may be, Bakugo knows that’s just wrong in so many ways. 

Especially because Bakugo has a girlfriend. 

A girlfriend that he hasn’t really been attending to if he thinks about it frankly. Not since that day at USJ, where his best friend and him fought for the first time. Together. 

Things changed since that day; too fast for Bakugo to process. 

It didn’t help that what happened next stayed in Bakugo’s mind for weeks.

—/Weeks Before/—

While he rested under the shadow of the tree, someone got closer. 

“Trying to get away from Mr. Aizawa?” Kirishima’s voice rings in his ears and he does the bare minimum to acknowledge the boy standing there. “Bakugo?” 

“Mhm?” 

He hears a loud thud and knows Kirishima sat next to him. Not only that, but he can feel the boy’s thick thighs bumping against his shoulder. 

“I’m tired too.” He says. “I need a bath so bad.” He whines. And Bakugo finds himself wondering if that’s what he would sound like if he was really whining. For other reasons of course. 

His face burns in embarrassment, and he tries to push those thoughts as far away, and far deep down, as he can. 

“Kat’, are you okay?” A hand is on his knee, making unnecessary pressure as if he was grinding him down. “If you need a break, I can tell Mr. Aizawa.” 

Bakugo looks up, ready to argue like he knows best when it comes to Kirishima. He always knew how to argue with Kirishima, he enjoyed arguing with Kirishima. It didn’t compare to the times he argued with Deku or Denki or even Todoroki. 

It was different; everything with Kirishima was different. 

When Bakugo looks up, his face is centimeters away from Kirishima’s. From here, he can see Kirishima's detailed red eyes, red eyebrows, pale skin and the small scar on top of his eyebrow. He can see the detailed scar tissue, the way it parts his eyebrow in two. He can see Kirishima’s eyes shine, he can see sweat pooling on Kirishima’s forehead making his hair stick to it. 

Bakugo swallows, trying his best to think of nothing. 

Which is hard when you have your best friend’s chest pressed against your right side. 

“Katsuki?” Kirishima calls him by his name, and Bakugo wonders, when has this become a formality? When did Bakugo become Katsuki or Kat’? When did Kirishima start looking at him with those eyes? When was he so carefree when he was around Bakugo?

Why was being around Kirishima so comfortable now? 

“Katsuki.” Kirishima breathes his name out. It tickles Bakugo’s in many ways, in many parts. The cold air brushes against his lips, making them shiver. It runs down to his stomach where he feels it turning in circles. It goes to his hands, where he can already feel sweat piling up in his palms. It goes beneath his belly button where he feels a weird feeling creep in, making Bakugo feel weird and out of place. 

Their noses are suddenly touching, Kirishima’s eyes are closer than they were, and Bakugo doesn’t know what to do. 

“Katsuki, please, just…” The sentence dies in Kirishima’s lips. 

Bakugo leaned in, pressing his lips to Kirishima’s. At first, that surprised both of them. But then, Kirishima is pulling him in, placing one of his hands behind his neck and the other on the other side of Bakugo for support. 

Bakugo growls. 

Kirishima took that as a good thing, because the next thing that Bakugo registers is being pulled up by his waist. He lands on top of Kirishima’s legs and hands instantly go to his waist.  

“Stay still.” Kirishima says, quick, breathing agitated. 

He kisses Bakugo again, not letting the man breathe properly before his mouth is assaulted by Kirishima’s own. They kiss, suck and bite each other's lips for what feels like forever, Bakugo growing impatient, and Kirishima decides to accelerate things. 

With a small squeeze to his waist, a lick to his lower lip, Kirishima asks permission. Bakugo doesn’t really know what he’s asking for, but he squeezes his shoulders back, hoping that that would give him the answer he's looking for. 

And it is. 

And soon, Bakugo is finding out what permission Kirishima was asking for. 

Kirishima tastes like Bakugo’s favorite spice and watermelons. It made him think of the chilly November afternoons where he would walk down the block just to feel the cold air in his face. And of course, he tasted like sweat and arousal, whether Bakugo knew what those tasted like or not. He didn't care, he was just guessing, and those two things were the first to come to his mind.

He wasn’t far off though. 

Kirishima backed away for air, a string of saliva keeping their lips connected. 

Kirishima’s hair was disleveled, his cheeks were red, his pupils dilated. His lips were red and swollen and his eyes spoke many words that Bakugo couldn’t decipher. 

“Katsuki.” He mumbles again, this time hugging Bakugo by his waist as he hid his face in his neck. “Let me just…” 

Let me just what? 

Bakugo feels Kirishima’s breathing calmly cool itself on his neck. His respiration goes back to normal, the grip on his waist loosing up slowly. 

Then, Bakugo feels himself being lifted off and placed back on the grass. Soft fingers trace his clothed thighs, up to his waist and torso, until they reach his neck. 

“Please, don’t hate me.” Kirishima whispered to his temple before he left a soft kiss. “I wouldn’t be able to survive if you do.” 

Kirishima backs away, leaving Bakugo with so many questions he needs answers to right now. 

But Kirishima is already walking away from him. And when he goes to call him, nothing comes out of Bakugo’s mouth. 

Not a plea, not a question, or a command. Just emptiness. 

He sees Kirishima get far away as seconds go by. And all Bakugo can think of is how wonderfully Eijiro Kirishima kisses. 

And how bad he wanted to do it again.

Katsuki Bakugo was, in fact, screwed. 

—/Present, Hours After Training/— 

Katsuki is knocking on the door before he changes his mind. There’s instant movement on the other side and it takes a couple of seconds before he’s greeted with blue hair, red eyes, and a pair of glasses staring back at him. 

“Bakugo?” Iida says. “What are you doing here?” 

Todoroki is next to him in a second, looking at Bakugo. He huffs, grunting, not really sure why he decided this would be a good idea. 

Which is a lie, because he does know. 

“I need to talk.” Bakugo says through gritted teeth. “About something.” He says again, his jaw tight. “Important.” 

“Okay.” Todoroki lets him in, and Iida closes the door behind him once he's inside. 

“Sit on the chair if you want.” Bakugo does, and the couple sit on the bed across from him. 

Minutes pass by, in silence, and Todoroki is starting to wonder if Bakugo will say anything at all. 

“Bakugo, I know you have a hard time talking about your feelings.” Bakugo sneers at him. “Are you ready to talk about whatever it is that has you looking like you want to murder anyone who crosses your path or not?” 

“And if you're not,” Iida speaks. “That’s fine too, maybe we’re not the right people you should talk to. But we’ll listen if you do want to talk.” Iida does a pause. “To us, that is.”  

“We can wait.” 

Bakugo huffs. They’re giving him an option to leave if he wants to. He doesn’t have to talk to them if he doesn’t want to. They are telling him that. 

And still. 

He takes a deep breath, drops his shoulders, and for the first time ever he lets go of his ego in front of Todoroki and Iida. 

“I kissed Kirishima.” He says, bluntly. 

And whatever the couple thought they were going to hear, doesn’t match up with what they actually hear. At all. 

Iida’s glasses slid down his nose at the shock, his cheekbones tainted in pink with shock and embarrassment. Todoroki is blinking at him, his hand finds Iida’s thigh and he grips tightly. Like that was going to give him a reality check. 

Bakugo is staring off into the roof, not wanting to see the couple’s reaction. 

Todoroki is the first to compose himself. Surprisingly. Although, not really, since Iida has never been good when people take him by surprise. It takes him a while to adjust. 

Like the time Midoriya told them he was dating Shinso Hitoshi(-Aizawa), which consequently meant he was also dating Denki Kaminari, and that had been enough to make Iida idly stay still for about 30 minutes. 

It took Todoroki a lot to get him out of the shock state. 

And that had only been one time where Iida went into shock. 

There had been other times, but nothing will compare to the time Hanta Sero told them he liked both of them in a romantic way. Todoroki remembers having to hold Iida from dropping his plate of food since they were in the cafeteria at the time. 

It took Todoroki 40 minutes to get Iida out of that shock. Once they did that, they spoke calmly about everything and in a month it’ll be 5 months since they started dating Sero. 

Iida says he isn’t sure why it happens, but Todoroki has a hunch that it has to do with Tensei’s accident a while back. 

But that conversation is for another time. 

Right now, Todoroki needs to concentrate on the task at hand. Which seems to be about Bakugo kissing Kirishima…?

“What do you mean?” Todoroki asks. That seems to be the wrong question, because Bakugo’s angry eyes are staring back at him.  

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” Bakugo says. “Kissing, we kissed.” He says. “Mouths to mouths, tongue against tongue, and all of that bullshit.” 

Todoroki’s mouth opens but closes, nothing coming out. Iida is blinking next to him, still sitting still. 

“Do you not kiss each other?” Bakugo hisses. 

“Yes, of course we do.” Todoroki says. “I just…” Todoroki tries to find the right words. “Um…” 

“I'm giving you free will here icyhot, only time I’m ever doing this.” Bakugo lays back on the chair. “Say whatever you want.” 

“I just didn’t think you liked boys too.” Shoto says. Bakugo looks back at him, a lingering expression in his eyes. 

Todoroki catches it before Bakugo looks away. 

“Wait…” Bakugo bites the inside of his cheek. “You aren’t sure.” It’s more of a statement than a question. Bakugo reluctantly nods, not for lack of interest this was after all a conversation to help him, but that was just how he was. 

“I don’t know what I’m feeling.” Bakugo says. “It’s new.” 

Iida reacts then, blinking himself back to reality. He pushes his glasses up and looks at Bakugo.

“You came to us for guidance.” Bakugo nods. “Why?” Bakugo takes a minute to answer. 

“You’re dating Sero, and he always goes on about how understanding and friendly you guys are about stuff.” Todoroki and Iida feel a rush of warmth. “He told me that if I ever need something and feel like I can’t confide in Kirishima, which I obviously can’t with this, to come to you guys.” 

The couple stayed silent for a minute, deciding how to proceed. 

Thankfully Iida takes the next step. 

“What do you feel?” He asks, looking at Bakugo. 

“Excited.” Iida’s face goes red. 

“No, eh, uuh….” Todoroki could almost laugh at his boyfriend short circuiting on him. He decides this is too serious of a subject to do that, and knowing Bakugo, he’ll probably think he was laughing at him. 

He didn’t want that, not with how much he didn’t like dealing with Bakugo when he got mad. 

“What he means is,” Todoroki intervenes. “What do you feel when you look at Kirishima?” 

That has Bakugo thinking. And Iida and Todoroki wait patiently for him. 

“Um… up until recently I just thought he was a nuisance.” He confessed. “All going on about mainly things and smiling at everything that was thrown at him, finding the good in all the bad. Just like Deku.” Tenya nods, adjusting his glasses. “But since the USJ incident, when we were casted off together to one of the sites, something changed.” 

“What?” Tenya asked. “What changed?”

“The way we were around each other, I think.” Bakugo bites his bottom lip, trying to fight back the urge to scream at the couple for asking him such personal questions. 

He asked for this. He was the one who came into this room in the middle of the night, was kind enough to be answered, and was now purposely spilling out the turmoil of emotions he had been feeling since that kiss. 

“Suddenly, Kirishima felt comfortable around me. We started being around each other more often than not and we found each other being paired together all the time.” 

If Shoto thinks about it, Bakugo is right. They have been paired up together since the USJ incident. And if he thinks more about it, he recalls moments where Kirishima finds ways to calm Bakugo down. Keeping him from fighting with Midoriya or with Todoroki himself. 

Like that time at the pool, or when Todoroki does something wrong, or when he just screams at anyone who crosses his path. Todoroki has seen that, with his own two eyes, and he doesn't know how he hadn't noticed it before.

This information definitely brought a new light into Shoto’s eyes, and the bicolor hair boy can for sure say that there has to be more to this story than Bakugo knows. Probably more than what Kirishima is letting on. 

“And I found myself being okay with that.” Bakugo continues. “With being around Kirishima, with letting him be the only one who gets to call me Bakubro, or Kacchan.” Bakugo’s cheeks flushed. “I became comfortable with him, and I…” 

Tenya sees it before Todoroki does. The engine user stands up and quickly moves to Bakugo. The blonde snaps a hand at him to keep him still. 

“Bakugo?” Tenya calls. “It’s okay if you want to cry, we won’t make fun of you.” Shoto goes to his closet and gets a box of tissues out. “And we won’t tell anyone either, it’ll be between us.” Shoto returns with the box and sits back on the bed. 

Bakugo sniffles, cleans his face with his hands. 

“I became comfortable with him to the point I let down my walls to let him in.” The blonde says. “And before I realized, I just didn’t see myself living a life without him.” 

Todoroki hums, looking back at Tenya. A question linger in his boyfriend’s eyes and Todoroki nodded to him to ask. 

“Bakugo…” Tenya treads carefully. “If that's how you feel, by the looks of it for months now, what about Uraraka?” 

Bakugo leans back on the chair again. His eyes are on the floor and his hands are tightly gripping each other. 

“Bakugo?” 

“I thought it was wrong.” Bakugo tries to hide his face away from the couple. “I thought it was wrong to like Kirishima.” 

Todoroki and Iida took that answer for what it was. 

Bakugo sniffed and covered his face with his hands. Todoroki looked over at Iida and the blue-haired nodded. He took out his phone and entered the chat group with his boyfriends. 

Sero, love, we need you. 

It didn’t even pass 10 minutes when Sero was opening their door, breathing agitated. 

“What-” He saw Bakugo hunched over the chair, his legs pressed against his chest. “Bakugo?” 

“We’ll leave you two alone.” Todoroki says. “He needs you.” He whispers to Sero before Iida and him leave the room. 

Sero walks over to him and Bakugo wraps his waist with his arms. 

He instantly starts sobbing. And Sero just stands there, holding him and padding his hair. 

“Let it out, I’m here.” 

—/Days Later/—

Bakugo walked down the hall of the first floor of the dorms. His designated room a few feet away from him. 

He knocked on the door and it quickly opened to reveal Midoriya with a pair of glasses on his face. 

“Kacchan, hey.” He seemed nervous and Bakugo wondered if he caught him at the wrong time. 

“You busy?” Midoriya shakes his head. 

“Just studying.” He says. “Shinso fell asleep and Denki is off with Mina and Sero at the grocery store today.” 

Bakugo doesn’t say anything and Midoriya looks at him. 

“Need something?” 

“Walk.” Bakugo says. “Talk with me.” Midoriya, being as attentive as always, understands Bakugo’s short words and nods. 

“Okay.” 

Minutes later, they’re both in the back yard of the dorms. Midoriya sits on the grass, hands as support while Bakugo is hunched over himself, legs pressed against his chest again. 

“What do you want to talk about, Kacchan?” Bakugo doesn't say anything for a while. 

Midoriya waits. 

“How did you know?” Midoriya blinks at him.

“Know what?” He scoots closer just so he could see Bakugo’s expression. 

Bakugo looked lost and… sad? Also confused and nervous? It makes Midoriya blinked again, repeatedly, getting confused as well. He hasn’t seen a look like that on Kacchan ever; he doesn’t recall so anyways. 

“How did you know…” Kacchan’s voice stops his thoughts from spiraling. “That you liked Shinso?” 

The single fact that Bakugo didn’t use a stupid nickname or an insult, struck Midoriya that whatever this was, was serious. And for the first time ever, Bakugo was coming to confide him with something. Something personal and important for the blonde, something he couldn’t tell Kirishima, who was like his best friend now. 

“Um…” Midoriya meditates his answer. “I think when I saw him wanting to improve his skills to show the world his quirk could be used for good too.” 

Bakugo has no reaction, and Midoriya wonders if he answered the way Kacchan wanted him to. He wonders if he has answer any doubts- 

Midoriya’s eyes grow into big round circles. 

Doubts? 

Kacchan was having doubts about his sexuality?

Midoriya’s brain rapidly goes into spiral, thinking of everything at the same time. 

Kacchan likes boys? Since when? And how? Why now? 

What did that mean for Uraraka? Has Kacchan told her yet? Did she know? Or was Kacchan waiting? 

Who was it? Who had Kacchan having doubts? Someone from their class? Someone from 1-B? 

Suddenly, Midoriya’s brain goes straight to a redhead guy with red eyes and a hardening quirk. 

Is it Kirishima?! 

Midoriya looks at Bakugo, his expression is lost. And he can tell that isn’t the answer he was looking for. Then, Midoriya thinks. 

Thinks and thinks like only he knows how. 

He comes up with an answer. 

“I think I knew when I no longer felt anything when I saw a girl.” Midoriya says. “Back after we finished high school, there was something in the way you had grown up, in the way you carried yourself, the way you talked, the way you laughed and exploited your quirk, that just made my heart burst inside my chest.” 

“I found it weird because when I saw any other girl in our senior class, I didn’t have that same twisty weird feeling in my stomach.” Midoriya continued. “And then we came here, and I met Todoroki and Iida and I found it weird that I found Iida’s weird tactics as cute little habits. Or that Todoroki’s eyes were beautiful, that his face was handsome despite the scar in his face. I still found your personality explosive and hard core, I still think it is.” 

Bakugo huffs. 

“I started to realize things about myself then. I didn’t get shy or nervous around Uraraka or Tsuyu, but instead, found myself blushing when Todoroki told me something. When Iida complimented me, when you shouted at me to shut up.” Midoriya giggles. “I know, weird. But it’s the truth.” Midoriya looks up at the sunset. “Then, I met Shinso.” 

There was a long pause where Midoriya thought of the day he met Shinso. 

“And his eyes meeting mine was like a switch had been flipped on inside me that longed to be turned on for a long time.” Midoriya looked back at the blonde. His face was still expressionless. “I don’t know for sure when I knew, but the important part is that some part of me always knew.” 

Bakugo shuffled where he sat. 

“And I think I just needed that push that made me realize that I liked boys.” He says. “Although, you don’t have to like just boys, you know.” 

Bakugo huffs again. 

“Todoroki isn’t just gay, he’s bisexual, but with an inclination to man more than woman.” Midoriya says. “Then, there’s also Sero who dated Mina for a while before he realized he was head over heels for Todoroki and Iida.” 

Midoriya got closer to Bakugo and was surprised to see the blonde not backing away. 

“The point is, you don’t have to label yourself to only one thing if it isn’t what you want. Also, if you aren’t sure, don’t label yourself yet either. Do research, think about how you feel, view things from different perspectives, ask for guidance.” 

Bakugo looks away from Midoriya. 

“Ask for help if needed, we’re here to help you if you feel like you're confused.” Midoriya leans in and slowly hugs the blonde. “We’re here for you.” 

Bakugo doesn’t say anything, but Midoriya doesn’t need him to. He knows. 

“I also suggest you talk to Uraraka.” Midoriya says. “She’s been sad and confused as to why you suddenly have disappeared completely. I won’t say anything of course, but it’s better if it comes from you.” 

Bakugo rolls his shoulders, letting Midoriya know that physical touch is enough. Midoriya backs away with a smile. 

“You don’t want to hurt her either.” 

Bakugo stands. 

“Thank you.” Bakugo says, through gritted teeth. Midoriya smiles. 

“You welcome, Kacchan.” 

And so, Bakugo leaves. Midoriya watches him, hoping that he gets to find his answer. 

He returned to the dorms when Denki came back from groceries. 

—/Weekend/—

“Why the date out of nowhere, Kat’?” Uraraka is talking from across the table. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve missed you so much.” Her hand stretched out to Bakugo and intertwined their fingers together. 

There’s something in the way her voice doesn’t sound more deeper, or how her fingers aren’t as rough or blistered. Something in the way her eyes aren’t red, how her hair isn’t red, or how she isn’t taller than him. 

Bakugo pulls his hand away. 

“Kat’?” 

There was also something in the way that nickname didn’t sound the same coming from her lips. 

“Katsuki, please talk to me, sweetheart.” She tries reaching again but Bakugo pulls his hand back to his lap. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

Bakugo feels his stomach twirl and twist. He feels his ribcage puncturing his lungs, he feels like he's running out of air, out of room to breathe. He feels hot, he feels weak. He feels exposed. 

“Baku-”

“Let’s break up.” He says, bluntly. No nice words or a soft tone. No filters, no hiding behind lame excuses. Just flatly straight to the point, no regards if it hurt someone later. 

But he was always like that. 

“W-What?” Uraraka pulls her hand back. “Break up?” Bakugo nods. “Why? Did I do something wrong? Something to upset you?” She stands to get closer to him. “Talk to me baby, we can fix-”

Bakugo stands up. 

“Bakugo?” 

His back is to her, and he’s trying his best to form words in his brain. An explanation, a reason, anything.

But all that comes out is a simple;

“Sorry.”  

Bakugo leaves a few bills on the table to pay his half of the meal. Walks around Uraraka and be-lines to the exit. 

Uraraka stays seated in her seat, still shocked and confused. 

When Bakugo exits the restaurant, Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki and Asui are all waiting with winter jackets and scarfs around their necks. 

“It was the right thing, okay?” Midoriya walks up to him. “Don’t beat yourself up over it.” 

“Sero is down the block waiting for you.” Todoroki says. “We’ll take care of the rest.” 

“Thank you for being honest with her, Bakugo.” Asui says. “She deserves it, even if it’ll hurt her.” 

“I hope you find your answer, Bakugo.” Iida says. “I’m sure it’ll be hard and complicated but we’ll be here for you.” 

Bakugo just listens to them. Doesn’t say anything, but when does he ever? 

They all pat him on the back and head inside the restaurant. 

Bakugo starts to walk down the block towards Sero’s car. The cold breeze of the beginning of winter hitting his face. It always made his skin feel refreshed, he liked it. 

—/3 Months Later/— 

When February came around, everything had changed. 

It started back two months prior, when Bakugo decided he needed some time to find himself. He created some space between his friends and Deku's friends.

Space he used to find the answer to the question his been asking himself for a long time.  

He searched for the answer in research, in Iida and Deku when he hit a wall of confusion and needed help, and in analyzing things. 

Kirishima gave him space, even when he had no idea why Bakugo had suddenly drifted away. But Sero assured him that everything was okay and that he just needed to be patient with him. 

So Kirishima did. 

Although he did see a change in him, and in Uraraka for that matter, he waited patiently for his best friend to come back to him. 

Of course, the idea of the kiss tormented him for days. Thinking that Bakugo hated him for kissing him that day at the training grounds. 

But Bakugo didn’t seem upset or angry at him. And if Kirishima had to use a word to describe Bakugo’s actions the past 3 months, the word he would use would be attentive.  

Because in everything he did, he seemed to be attentive with Kirishima. And only with him. 

Kirishima let him; because if there was one thing he enjoyed was having Bakugo’s attention on him. And whether that sounded selfish or not, he didn't really care. 

Not when he has loved that boy since the day he laid eyes on him for the first time. 

He hated every fiber in his body the day he heard he was dating Uraraka. It also shattered him to know Bakugo would never like him the way he liked him. 

Kirishima remembers countless nights in Denki’s room. Crying and sobbing in his friend’s arms because he couldn’t bear to see Bakugo smiling at someone who wasn’t him. 

But now, something had changed. 

Kirishima didn’t know what exactly, but he wasn’t about to complain about it. And whether Bakugo was doing it consciously or not, he wasn’t going to ask either. 

Todoroki, Iida, Sero, and Midoriya all saw it unfold before their eyes. 

It was weird to see Bakugo and Kirishima so different. It didn't help that all four of them had background insight of the reasons as to why it was happening. 

It was weird seeing Bakugo so attentive but still keeping his distance. Sero himself found it weird when Bakugo asked about things Kirishima liked. Things Kirishima liked doing in his free time, meals he liked to eat, places he liked to spend time when he was free. 

All of them were surprised to see, on Christmas, all those questions coming to life when Kirishima opened a box wrapped in red wrapping paper and saw multiple of his favorite things. A pair of new shirts featuring Crimson Riot’s new merchandise, a pair of new crocs, a new lotion for his skin (since his quirk made his skin dry more often than not), and a pair of tickets to a fan sign for Crimson Riot that was going to happen in Hosu City the upcoming weekend. 

Kirishima was so excited that if it could pour through his pores, it would have. He radiated happiness, the entire group could feel it. 

Midoriya kept quiet about it back then, but he knew how expensive those tickets had been; he helped Bakugo get them to begin with. But to know that Bakugo was spending, not only money but also effort and time alone on someone other than himself, had Midoriya crying with joy. 

He was proud of how far Bakugo had come, even if he had to keep quiet about it. He didn’t care, he would happily enjoy this moment quietly in his mind. 

For Midoriya, Bakugo’s question was more than just answered. It was clarify, with reasons and explanations longer than an essay for Present Mic or a lecture from Mr. Aizawa. With evidence and proof and doubled reassurance. 

Midoriya was sure of it, even if Bakugo had no idea yet. 

But he would wait. 

And the right moment came; unfortunately after the events of summer camp. But it came. 

And Midoriya remembers it all. 

—/Months Later/— 

They landed on a roof, barely making it. Iida caught Midoriya before he fell and Kirishima made sure to catch Bakugo by pulling his hand and making sure to hug him close to his chest. 

“We made it.” Izuku says, as he helps Iida stand up. “Thank goodness your-” The boy turned to look at Bakugo but stopped short when he saw the two of them. 

Bakugo was still over Kirishima, the redhead's legs making space for him in between. The blonde’s hands were on each side of Kirishima’s sides. Bakugo’s face was confused and a little irritated. Tired and sweaty.  

But what got Midoriya looking so shocked was Kirishima. His hands were gripping Bakugo’s shirt tightly, two hardened fists damaging the fabric under them. His forehead was pressed against Bakugo’s chest and if Midoriya was hearing correctly (which he was), Kirishima was crying. 

“Don’t you fucking dare yourself to be taken again like that.” Kirishima sobbed. “Fight for fucking sake, Bakugo.” The redhead hits Bakugo’s chest with one of his fists. “Fight, damn it.” 

Iida thinks he has never heard Kirishima cursed before. 

“Do you know how hard it was to not follow them right after they took you?” Kirishima spoke. “Do you know how fucking desperate I was?” 

Midoriya has to cover his mouth so as to not gasp. His eyes betray him though, because he starts to cry. 

“I felt so fucking useless in that classroom, not able to do something to rescue you.” Kirishima’s shoulders drop, his grip loosening. “To get you back.” 

Bakugo is looking down at him, an expression Midoriya can't decipher. 

“Don’t you ever leave me like that again.” Kirishima lets go of his shirt and instead moves his hands, quirk turned off, and holds Bakugo’s face in between his hands. 

When Kirishima looks up, Bakugo is met with red dilated pupils and tears. So many tears. 

“I can’t lose you, Katsuki.” 

And Bakugo’s whole world stops. 

It was like a switch had been flicked inside of him. Suddenly all the unanswered questions were suddenly answered. And all those sleepless nights had a meaning, all of those hours to no end of research finally had a purpose. Those conversations he had with Iida, and Todoroki, and Sero and Midoriya; it all suddenly made sense. 

Bakugo understood what he felt. He knew now what that thing was that he had been denying himself for months prior. What he has been trying to figure out in the months that followed. 

Red teary eyes told him all the answers he needed to know. 

He loved Kirishima. 

That simple realization had him crying too. His hands moved on their own accord and he held Kirishima’s face too. 

“Shut it, shitty hair.” He said, pressing his forehead against the redhead’s. “No one will beat me on a confession.” He sobs with every word, and his voice comes out soar, but he gets Kirishima to chuckle through teary eyes. 

“Don’t ever stop calling me like that.” It’s all Kirishima says. 

“Wouldn’t dare.” 

The world, Bakugo’s world, seemed to go back on the right track. 

Finally. 

—/A Month Later/—

There’s an unspoken elephant in the room when both Kirishima and Bakugo are together. One that only Iida and Midoriya seem to know. 

Kirishima doesn’t know how to address it, mainly because he doesn’t know where Bakugo stands in all of this. 

Bakugo, on the other hand, knows exactly how to address it. 

The only way he knows how to do things: explosively and loud. 

So, here he stands in front of Tokoyami’s dorm. He knocks on the door and it opens right away. 

“Come in.” He hears Tokoyami say. 

Bakugo walks in and closes the door behind him. Tokoyami is sitting on his desk, laptop on. Dark Shadow is behind him, just hovering and staring into the laptop too. 

“What’s up, Bakugo?” The blonde looks towards the bed and sees Shoji sitting down with all his textbooks in front of him. 

“Hey.” Shoji is shocked by the lack of a nickname after the “hey”. “Tokoyami, could we talk?” 

Dark Shadow snaps his head towards Bakugo. Tokoyami turns and looks at the blonde. He, just like Shoji, is surprised to hear no nickname coming from him. 

“Of course, what’s up?” Bakugo looks at Shoji. 

“Oh, yes, I’ll leave you two then.” Shoji stands and walks to Tokoyami. Dark Shadow wraps around him, as if he was giving him a hug. 

Shoji leans in and kisses Tokoyami’s beak. The boy closes his eyes and nuzzles his beak against Shoji. 

Bakugo looks away, giving them some privacy. However, the thought of Kirishima and him being in the same position makes his heart hammer against his chest. 

“Let me know when you're done, okay?” Tokoyami nods and Shoji leaves. 

“What’s up, Bakugo?” Tokoyami turns off the laptop and turns to the blonde. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here?” 

“Your band with Jirou.” Tokoyami hums. “You guys do some presentations sometimes, right? For school activities?” 

“Yeah, sometimes.” Dark Shadow is nodding next to Tokoyami. “You need us for a personal activity?” 

”No.” Bakugo bites the inside of his cheek. He tries to find a way around to say what he wants to say without sounding corny. 

But no words come to mind so Bakugo sucks it up, grits his teeth the best way he knows how to, and speaks. 

“I want to dedicate a song to someone.” Tokoyami swears he has heard wrong, because there’s no way in hell that Bakugo is asking him to sing a song for someone. 

Dark Shadow is stunned next to him, not even making a single sound. 

“Uh, wait.” Tokoyami composes himself. “You want to dedicate a song to someone?” Bakugo nods. “You?” The blonde nods again. 

“Is there a problem with that?” Tokoyami and Dark Shadow step back when they see Bakugo’s hands spark. 

“No, no.” Tokoyami smacks Dark Shadow on the beak. “It’s just, I’m surprised.” 

“Well, get over it.” Bakugo huffs. “And just help me.” 

“Who is it for?” 

“I'd rather not say.” 

“To a boy then.” Bakugo’s cheeks flush. 

“How did you-”

“Bakugo, I may be quiet, but I see things.” Tokoyami turns to turn on his laptop again. “And something has changed in you, I can see it.” 

Bakugo rolls his eyes. Tokoyami grins and pulls Dark Shadow closer. 

“We’re going to need Jirou.” 

“Why?” 

“She’s good at composing, that’s why.” Tokoyami reached for his phone. “Don’t worry, she’s good at keeping secrets as much as she’s good at composing.” 

Minutes later, Jirou is at Tokoyami’s door. He gives her a little rundown of the situation and she looks at Bakugo. 

“Yeah, I can work with that.” Jirou says before she takes Tokoyami’s seat on his desk and starts typing. 

—//—

It took them three full days and four nights to get the song written down. 

Jirou and Tokoyami presented it to the band, without too much information, and said that that would be their song for the UA Festival this year. 

Sero and Midoriya didn’t have to be told who it was directed to and who was the sender. They already knew. 

Denki was confused and had no clue. Shinso just nodded like he always did and promised to learn the notes. 

Yaomomo said she loved it, and that whoever this was for, was a lucky person. 

The preparations for the festival were undergoing. Jirou and the band practiced every night with Present Mic’s help in his studio. 

Present Mic, as the music lover that he was, always helped the band every chance he got. And Aizawa had mentioned to him something about a certain blonde and a certain redhead, so Mic was excited to help the band practice for this new song. 

There were two days left before the festival when Jirou received a call. 

“What do you mean you're sick?” 

“I’m so sorry, Jirou.”  

Midoriya coughed on the other side of the phone. It sounded so fake, it wouldn’t even phase Jirou, but she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. 

“What are we going to do now? You're my drummer, I can’t have someone else just learn the notes in two days!” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” Midoriya coughed again. 

Again, super fake. 

“But Kacchan knows the song, and he’s good with the drums, I’m sure he can do it for you.”  

Jirou’s next protest dies in her throat. A sudden realization hit her like a slap on the face. 

“Jirou?” 

“This is about Kirishima isn’t it?” 

“Jirou, don’t say it so loudly!” Midoriya screams, coughs completely forgotten. “Anyone could hear you!”  

“Weren’t you sick, Midoriya?” 

There’s silence from the other side and Jirou knows Midoriya must be red with embarrassment. 

“It’s okay.” She says. “You're a good friend, Midoriya.” 

“Thanks, Jirou.” 

Jirou hangs up and goes inside the studio to let the others know about the change. 

The thing is, Midoriya was right. Anyone could hear Jirou, even the most unexpected person. 

—/UA Festival/— 

Bakugo is nervous. He can’t stop tapping the floor with his foot. Something that is obviously annoying the life out of Jirou. 

Still, the girl decides to stay quiet, and concentrate on getting ready. 

There’s a knock on the door and Denki opens. Uraraka walks in, along with Iida and Midoriya, who is wearing a mask to “pretend”. 

“Much luck to you guys!” Iida says, excitement ripping through his voice. “This is for you, Jirou.” He hands her a bouquet of flowers. “From us.” 

“Thank you.” 

Midoriya gives Momo a flower bouquet too. 

“Thank you.” She gives him a hug. 

“We brought this for you guys.” Iida shows the boys what he got. 

In his hands Iida is holding a couple of things; three new guitar plectrums pieces, each with a unique design for Sero, Denki and Shinso. A energy drink of those that Tokoyami and Dark Shadow liked to have before performing, and lastly, a pair of in-ear monitors in green. 

“The plectrums are for you guys, obviously.” Midoriya says. “The drink is for you, Tokoyami.” The boy nods to him as a thank you. “And the in-ear monitors are for you, Kacchan.” 

Bakugo doesn’t stand, he doesn’t think he can. After what happened with Uraraka he hasn’t talked to her at all, and doesn’t know how the girl is feeling. 

Midoriya goes to pick them up to give them over to the blonde but Uraraka beats him to it. 

“Uraraka!” 

“Good luck.” She mumbles, avoiding eye contact. Bakugo doesn’t take the in-ear monitors so Uraraka leaves them at his side. 

“We’ll be heading out then.” Iida says. “Good luck.” 

“Thanks.” 

Uraraka looks at Bakugo through the mirror in front of him and sees his face. Her eyes shine, her heart beats fast, and she gulps. 

You're handsome as ever. 

She feels a knot build inside her throat. 

What happened to us, Katsuki? 

We were happy. 

“Uraraka, let’s go.” Midoriya calls. The girl reacts and follows her friends out. 

The room stays silent and Bakugo looks at the in-ear monitors. They have an explosion symbol drawn on one side and Dynamight written on the other. 

Bakugo’s lips morph into a small smile; he’s sure that was Deku’s idea. 

“Alright, we ready?” Jirou calls and everyone stands. “You ready, Bakugo?” 

“No going back now.” Sero says. 

“Shut it, all of you.” Bakugo grabs the in-ear monitors. “Let’s just go.” 

They nod and head to the stage. 

—//—

The lights flicker off and Bakugo can see Jirou standing in front with her guitar around her neck. 

Sero and Denki are on the sides; each with their own electric guitars in hand. Shinso is a few feet away from Sero, his bass guitar in his hands. Yaoyorozu has her violin in her hands and connected to the speakers. Tokoyami stands in front of his piano, Dark Shadow behind him.  

“Ready?” She mumbles back to them. They all nod. She gives Bakugo one last look before she turns and grabs the microphone. 

“Hello everyone!” Everyone cheers. “JiroMomo and The Boys are back again with a new song.” 

There’s cheers everywhere and Bakugo is looking everywhere for pointy red hair. 

He finds it right away, right by where Midoriya stood with Iida and Todoroki. TetsuTetsu was on his left and Midoriya on his right. 

He places his in-ear monitors before he presses down on the metal to hit the drum. 

“Let’s get started.” 

The piano starts playing right away, and Jirou starts on the first note. 

Except Jirou never sings; and instead, Bakugo stands up. 

"I kissed a boy and I liked it, felt his stubble on my lips.” The whole crowd goes silent, confused and surprised. “I kissed a boy just to try it, hope my girlfriend don’t mind it.”

Kirishima goes still between TetsuTetsu and Midoriya. 

“It felt so wrong, it felt so right.” Bakugo takes a deep breath, Jirou is playing her guitar not looking at him but she’s slowly moving out of the way. “Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.”  

The light hit Bakugo on the face, illuminating him. 

Kirishima feels his heart suddenly stop beating. 

“I kissed a boy and I liked it.” Bakugo presses his in-ear monitor a little more, trying to hear his voice. “Oh, I liked it.” 

Yaoyorozu starts playing her violin and Shinso follows her with the bass guitar. 

“This was never the way I planned, not my intention.” Bakugo sings. “I got so brave, a drink in hand, fingers brushed while dancing.” 

Bakugo stands at the front, Jirou steps back and leaves the stage to him. 

“It’s not what I’m used to, just wanna try you on.” Bakugo is trying his best to avoid looking over at Kirishima. It’s hard, since he's standing at the front, but he’s trying his best. “This party disappears, we’re lost in passion.” 

“I kissed a boy and I liked it. Felt his stubble on my lips.”  

Midoriya can’t believe his ears. He can barely believe what he is seeing. He’s so used to hearing Bakugo’s harsh tone and loud voice, he can’t process the fact that it sounds totally the opposite right now. 

“I kissed a boy just to try it, hope my girlfriend don’t mind it.” Bakugo feels his heart hammering against his ribcage. His fighting within himself to not stutter or forget the lyrics. “It felt so wrong, it felt so right. Come on now, don’t be so shy.” 

“I kissed a boy and I liked it.” Bakugo felt his palms sweat, so he tried his best to wipe them off on his jeans. “Oh, I liked it.” 

“No, I don’t even know your name, it doesn’t matter.” Bakugo looks over his shoulder to see Sero playing the guitar in full bliss. “Who cares what other people say? Just human nature.” 

Bakugo needs to, he needs to see Kirishima. Whatever his reaction may be, he needs to see his face. 

He needs Kirishima to see that he means every single word his saying.

Because he does. 

“It’s not what real men do, but secretly they wanna taste.” Bakugo can hear his voice; steady, soft, almost melodic. “Not letting go of you, right now you’re all I crave.” 

He barely recognizes himself. 

“I kissed a boy and I liked it, felt his stubble on my lips.” The blonde turns, deciding that whatever it may be the consequence, he's ready to confront it. 

You only did live once. And he’s all about taking risks. 

“I kissed a boy just to try it, hope my girlfriend don’t mind it.” He’s right there, Bakugo can feel him. But his eyes stay closed, and he still hesitates. “It felt so wrong, it felt so right. I might be in love tonight.”  

This was it; he was going to open his eyes and look at Kirishima. His Kirishima, no matter the consequences that may follow him for the rest of his life after. 

“I kissed a boy and I liked it.” Bakugo opened his eyes and saw red eyes staring back at him. “Oh, I liked it.” 

Bakugo hits the high note and suddenly everything stops. 

Those red eyes are looking at him and everything else doesn’t matter anymore. Because they are looking at him. Not at another band member, or someone else, no. 

They were looking at Bakugo. 

“It felt so wrong, it felt so right.”  

Kirishima feels the heaviness of the words finally sink in. Bakugo was pouring all of his emotions into every single word he said, and Kirishima’s beating heart was starting to finally catch on. 

“I might be in love tonight.”   

He’s looking at Bakugo the same way he had the day they kissed. 

Bakugo stares back at him, and the way Kirishima is looking at him makes Bakugo want to kiss him again. 

“I kissed a boy and I liked it.” Denki and Sero give their last string of the guitar, Tokoyami plays his last notes on the piano. “I liked it.”  

The music stops and Bakugo is out of breath. No one is moving, no one is cheering on, everyone is just quiet. 

Bakugo stares into Kirishima’s eyes like that was going to solve all his problems. And they might as well do, with the way Kirishima is looking at him like he's the damn world and Kirishima is the moon orbiting around him. 

Claps start to fill the auditorium, people start screaming. Bakugo hears everything muffled through his in-ear monitors and right now, he prefers it that way. 

He feels pats on his back, the band members, and Bakugo realized he actually did it. He actually stood on the stage and sang, to Kirishima, a song he helped compose for Kirishima. 

He would have thought himself crazy if he thought of the idea before. Now though, it somehow was different. 

Kirishima is still looking at him and Bakugo can see TetsuTetsu trying to make him come to his senses. 

Bakugo gets pulled by his shirt and is dragged to the dressing rooms.

Kirishima followed right behind him from the other side.

“That was crazy, Bakugo.” Denki says, shaking him. “You did so good!” 

“I didn’t know you could sing like that, good job.” Tokoyami says. 

“Good-” Before Jirou has her compliment out of her lips, the door bursts open. 

Everyone turns to see Kirishima standing at the door. His eyes are on Bakugo, and Bakugo feels exposed. 

“Out.” Kirishima said and everyone sprinted. 

In seconds, the room was empty with the exception of the two of them. 

“Kirishi- I mean, Eijiro.” Bakugo stutters, Kirishima gets closer. “I can explain.” Kirishima doesn’t say anything and cuts the distance between them. 

Kirishima grabs Bakugo’s face and kisses him; no warnings, no second thoughts. His lips meet Bakugo’s in a chastised kiss. Slobbery and messy, because Kirishima is desperate and Bakugo needs something to hold onto. 

The blonde’s hands find Kirishima’s shirt and grips tightly. That makes the kiss intensify, and Kirishima groans. They back up until they bump against one of the vanities in the room. The redhead picks the blonde by his thighs and sits him on top of the vanity. 

“Wait, wait.” Bakugo tries to talk in-between kisses. Kirishima isn’t having any of that. 

He needs to kiss every part of Bakugo until he remembers every corner of his body and his touch is the only one the blonde knows. Until their souls are so tightly bound that they can’t escape from each other. Until all Bakugo knows it’s Kirishima, and only him. 

“Eiji’, wait.” The redhead pins Bakugo’s back against the mirror and kisses him ferociously. He grips Bakugo’s thighs, bites his chin with his pointy teeth, and goes down to his neck. He groans against the skin there and the noise makes Bakugo whine. 

Who would have thought the one whining would be him, and not Kirishima like he had previously thought? To each his own, he supposes. 

“Katsuki.” Kirishima mumbles over his neck, voice deep and rough. It makes Bakugo’s leg tremble, a whine dying in his throat. “What are you doing to me?” 

“I-I…” This is the first time Bakugo has ever heard himself stutter. The first time he has ever heard himself so vulnerable, so small, so exposed. 

He blames Kirishima and his stupid way of manhandling him. 

Kirishima backs away and looks back at Bakugo. Like actually look at him; the blonde has orange eyeshadow that shifts to black as it reaches the temple, resembling his hero mask. His eyes have black eye liner, just a little, and it makes his eyes look more refined. His cheeks are red, not just from the sweat but because he also applied some blush to punctuate his cheeks. 

His lips are shiny, glitter gloss he borrowed from Momo before they left to the stage. Now it’s all gone and transferred to Kirishima lips instead. What was keeping his lips shiny now was Kirishima’s saliva. 

“Do you even know how you look right now?” Kirishima pulls him closer. “Such a fucking piece of art.” 

“I-I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse before, shitty hair.” Bakugo says. "Except for that one-"

“Katsuki.” Bakugo’s back straightened. “Tell me.” 

“W-what?” Kirishima holds his chin and pulls him close. 

“Katsuki.” Kirishima leans in and bites Bakugo’s lower lip. “Tell me what I want to hear, baby.” 

If you asked Bakugo hours later about how he felt about that nickname, he’ll tell you that it surprised him. If you ask him now though, he’ll tell you it turned him on. 

Not just because of how he said it, but because of how natural it sounded. 

Everything with Uraraka had been forced; he had been forcing himself to feel some type of way to hide what he truly felt. But with Kirishima; everything, even the slightest thing, felt natural. Like it was always meant to be. 

Bakugo wraps his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders and pulls him close. He grins at Kirishima and his hands find red hair. He grips tightly, leaning in to kiss Kirishima. 

Something in Kirishima roars. 

He kisses him back, tongue sliding in and fighting to put down Bakugo’s. He always liked this; the fight, the adrenaline, the brattiness that always came with Bakugo. He loved when the blonde put up a fight, seeing him never give up, always fighting for his place. 

It was one of the things he found so fucking attractive of his explosive blonde. 

Bakugo answers back just as enthusiastically. And with just as much force too. His tugging at Kirishima’s hair, his legs are gripping the redhead’s waist tightly too. Not wanting to let him go. 

They separate when they need air; Bakugo’s lips are swollen and his breathing is even more disleveled than before. Kirishima’s pupils are dilated and his lips are red and swollen. 

“I like you, shitty hair.” Bakugo whispers, dropping his forehead to Kirishima’s chest. “Now, can we go home?” 

Kirishima chuckles, because yes, this is the boy he fell in love with. The same one who always screams and shouts and doesn’t let anyone beat him. The same one who fights with Todoroki over cooking, fights with Iida over rules, and of course with Midoriya too. He always had something to argue with Midoriya about. 

This was his boy; his and only his. 

And dare anyone say otherwise. 

“Yes, we can go home, baby.” 

Kirishima goes to pick him up when the door opens. It revealed Uraraka standing at the entrance, her hand on the door knob. Iida and Midoriya are behind her, shoulders shaking. 

“Where are you taking him?” 

“Home.” Kirishima says. 

“Without him deciding that?” 

“What makes you think he didn’t decide for himself?” 

“Kirishima, you knew I liked him.” Uraraka lets go of the door knob. “I still do, so…” Tears rolled down her face. “So, why are you doing this?!” 

“Uraraka, enough.” Midoriya steps closer. “This is Kacchan’s de-”

“No.” She says. “I won’t accept it until he tells me himself.” 

Bakugo moves in Kirishima arms and he tries to get even closer to him. There’s too much noise around him, and his ears are already hurting enough. He can’t do this any longer, he’s overstimulated, he needs sleep. 

He wants Kirishima to hug him until he falls asleep. And be there when he wakes up and gruntly asks for cuddles before breakfast. 

“Uraraka, please let’s just let them leave for now.” Iida intervenes. “We can talk another time, when Bakugo it’s not so overwhelmed.” 

“I said no.” 

“Move, Uraraka.” Kirishima hardnesses one side of his body. “Or I’ll make you move.” 

“Kirishima, no.” Midoriya says. Kirishima looks at him. 

“She doesn’t want to move and Bakugo wants to go home.” Kirishima looks back at her. “You want to talk to him? Fine, but not now.” 

Uraraka stands firmly. She refuses to move. 

Bakugo moves again and drops to his feet. He turns to the girl and looks at her. His hand slides into Kirishima’s and he intertwines them together. 

“I like Kirishima.” He says, flatly. Too tired to care right now about anyone’s feelings. “Is that enough or you need more?” 

“Why?” Uraraka asks. “I mean, we were happy, Katsuki.” She says. “We were, I don’t know what happened, Kat’,” Bakugo’s body shivers. “But we can fix it, I know we can.” 

“Uraraka…” 

“Just tell me this is all a lie, please, Kat’.” 

“Stop calling me like that.” An explosion forms in Bakugo’s hand. Midoriya goes to pull Uraraka out of the way and Kirishima takes Bakugo’s hand and presses it against his chest. It explodes and it burns through Kirishima’s shirt. The fabric burns up until it leaves a hole, showing Kirishima's unharmed chest despite the explosion he just received. 

Midoriya and Iida let out a deep breath, relieved. 

“Uraraka, let’s leave.” Midoriya grabs her arm and pulls her. “You already heard him.” She still stands still. “You can talk to him, just not now.” 

Finally, Uraraka moves and allows herself to be taken away by Midoriya. Iida stayed behind. 

“We’ll talk to her, don’t worry Bakugo.” 

“I’m not worried, you four-eye loser.” Iida actually laughs. 

“Congratulations, Bakugo.” Iida says before he leaves. 

“Ready to go home?” Bakugo nods. Kirishima nods and picks him up again before he exits the dressing room. 

The moon was finally orbiting around the world again.

—/Days Later/—

Everyone was sitting in the common room area. And by everyone, we mean: Bakugo, Kirishima, Uraraka, Midoriya, Iida and Todoroki.

Bakugo, for obvious reasons, needed to go because Uraraka wanted to talk. Kirishima went, as he himself proclaimed that same morning, to keep Uraraka from doing something stupid to his Bakugo.

As if she would. 

Midoriya and Iida were the intermediaries between the three of them. They didn’t really think Uraraka would do anything, but they wouldn’t put it past her either. 

And they were there more for Bakugo, or Midoriya was, because if push came to shove, Midoriya could at least stop Bakugo if anything happened. 

Todoroki was Kirishima’s watch dog, to say the least. Again, not that none of them would do anything, they could be civilized. But then again, Kirishima has always been protective of Bakugo since day one. 

Uraraka folds her hands, unfolds them again and sighs. 

“Are you going to talk or not?” Bakugo snaps. 

“Kacchan, at least let her form her words, okay?” 

“She didn’t seem to have a problem doing that back at the festival.” Kirishima says, sounding annoyed. 

Iida and Midoriya looked at each other; worried. 

“Kat-“ Uraraka flinches when she feels the stare Kirishima gives her. “Bakugo, listen.” Uraraka is looking down, avoiding looking at the blonde. “I just don’t understand.” 

“What’s so hard to understand?” Kirishima speaks. “He likes me, not you.” 

“Kirishima.” Iida sternly looks at him. 

“We were happy, Bakugo.” Uraraka says and Kirishima huffs. “What happened to us? Where did we go all wrong? Where did I go wrong?” She grips the edge of the table. “Was I not enough?!” She looks up and her eyes are wet with tears. 

Bakugo is still not looking at her. 

“Listen, Uraraka.” Bakugo turns slightly to address her. “It wasn’t about you, it never was.” He said. “It’s not your fault that I was trying to hide what I was feeling because I was scared.” Uraraka fingers grip the edge of the table. “And it was unfair to you and your feelings.” 

Bakugo looks towards Kirishima who’s sitting next to him, one of his hands resting on his thigh. 

“But I did break up with you before I decided to work on my feelings, I owe you that, and I came through.” 

“Was it something I did?” 

“Uraraka, you can’t-” Midoriya goes quiet when he sees Bakugo turn towards them. 

“Ochako, understand that it wasn’t about you.” Bakugo says. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I just…” 

Bakugo doesn’t even know how to begin to explain it. How does someone go about telling someone that they didn’t really do anything wrong, they just weren’t their type. 

And he had tried to make her his type, back when he thought liking boys was wrong. But he just couldn't, everything reminded him of Kirishima. And he just couldn’t live a life without him anymore; even when he tried to. 

He knew he would probably be hurting her more, but he couldn't just lie to her. That’ll be awful; and Bakugo could be an asshole and everything along those lines but he wasn’t an awful person. 

Unless you deserved it, then that was another thing. 

“I just couldn’t like you like that.” He says. “I’m sorry it couldn't work between us, but it was never going to work regardless if it was or wasn’t Kirishima who I liked.” 

Uraraka lets go of the table and leans back. “It was never going to work regardless if it was or wasn't Kirishima who I liked.” 

“So you're saying, you always knew?” Bakugo nods. “There was nothing that could change your mind?” Bakugo shakes his head. 

They stay silent until Uraraka stands again. She bows to Bakugo. 

“I hope you're happy then.” She says through gritted teeth. Then she turns to her two friends. “I’ll be leaving now.” 

Iida goes to say something but Midoriya stops him. Uraraka leaves and heads out of the dorm. 

“Well, that takes care of that.” Kirishima stands and stretches. “Lunch, Katsuki?” The blonde nods. 

“Thank you, Kacchan.” Midoriya says. “Have fun!” 

Bakugo huffs and walks away with Kirishima. 

“At least he seems better now.” Todoroki says as he sits next to Iida. “Happier.” 

“Yeah, I’m glad he was able to find that about himself.” 

“I think it suits them too.” Iida says. “If you think about it, they are opposites that literally attracted each other.” Midoriya nods at that as he sees Bakugo and Kirishima leave the dorms. 

Yeah, they are perfect for each other.

—/A Week Later/—

Bakugo is preparing a protein shake for Kirishima. 

“Hey, Bakugo.” Iida and Todoroki were walking towards him. “Kirishima is looking for you.” 

“He couldn’t come get me himself?” 

“He said he has a surprise for you.” Iida says. 

“He says he’ll wait for you at the place where you two first kissed.”

Bakugo huffs; because why did he just waste his time making this stupid protein shake with no damn flavor for Kirishima if he wasn’t going to even come get it himself? 

Todoroki stretches a scarf to Bakugo. 

“It’s cold outside and Kirishima asked us to give this to you.” 

Bakugo takes it and leaves the half done protein shake on the counter. 

Midoriya is waiting for him outside the dorm. Denki and Shino are with him. 

“What are you doing here, Deku?” 

“I’m here to accompany you to the training grounds.” Bakugo raises an eyebrow. “They’re here to accompany me, you can ignore them.”  

Bakugo looks at Denki, who’s listening to something on his headphones. Shinso is staring at him like he wanted to rip his head off and feed it off to the lions. 

“What’s wrong with him?” 

“Mr. Aizawa asked him to accompany me, to accompany you.” Midoriya gives Bakugo an apologetic smile. “And he wanted to rest.” 

“Well, he can go back if he wants to.” 

“Let’s just all go.” Midoriya pushes Shinso to start walking. “Kirishima is already waiting.” 

Bakugo groans but reluctantly goes and follows Deku. 

—//—

Suddenly, Bakugo’s eyes are being covered. 

“Sorry Kacchan, but Kirishima asked us to cover your eyes.” 

Bakugo holds the need to curse at Midoriya and swallows hard. 

“Take my hand, I’ll guide you from here.” Bakugo reluctantly takes his hand.

They seemed to walk for a few minutes before they halted and Midoriya let go of his hand. 

“Nerd?” He calls, but Midoriya doesn’t answer him. The wind picks up a little and it sends shivers down Bakugo’s back. Todoroki had been right; it was cold outside. 

“Do you remember what happened here?” A voice catches him off guard. A hand sliding down to his waist, fingers wrapping around his hip. 

“I’m going to take a wild guess that we’re under the cherry blossom tree where we first kissed,” Bakugo hears Kirishima chuckle. “So yes, I remember.” 

“That’s right.” Kirishima lets go of his waist. “I remember being surprised you had kissed me to begin with.” 

“You didn’t act that surprised.” Bakugo remarks. Kirishima chuckles next to him. 

“Well, I guess I was expecting it for a while.” Kirishima says. “I can recall the moment I fell in love with you.” 

Bakugo reaches out to grab something of Kirishima, whether it be his hand or shirt or waist, anything. He just needed to feel him close. 

“I remember when you and I got teletransported together at the USJ incident.” Kirishima spoke and Bakugo tried following his voice to reach for him. “And I remember you leaving such an impression on me that I began to admire you.” 

Kirishima began walking around Bakugo. 

“Admire you in a way that was making me question everything I knew about love.” He took a pause. “And I knew a lot. But you… you somehow changed how I saw life, love and everything that surrounded that.” 

Bakugo felt a knot form in his throat. 

“But it was back when I first saw you break down in front of me due to the guilt you felt when All Might lost all his power that made me realize that I never wanted to see tears on that pretty face again.” 

Bakugo sniffled, holding back the need to cry becoming harder with Kirishima’s each spoken word. 

“I knew that could only mean one thing, and only one.” Kirishima’s hands took Bakugo’s face. “And everything you did after that just proved to me what I already knew.” 

Fingers reached for the knot behind Bakugo’s head. Kirishima undid it and the piece of fabric came falling down slowly. 

Bakugo’s eyes adjusted to the light, blinking until Kirishima’s face came into view. 

“That I loved you.” Kirishima said with a smile. “And that I will always love you, no matter the circumstances.” Kirishima met the blonde’s red eyes. “Even if that meant you didn’t like me back.” 

Bakugo couldn't wait any longer. He held onto Kirishima's forearms and leaned in. They met in a kiss that Kirishima returned just as eager as the blonde. 

“I love you too.” Bakugo said, pushing their foreheads together. “I’m sorry it took me a long time to realize. And I’m sorry that you had to see me be with someone else just because I couldn't be honest with my feelings.” 

Kirishima shakes his head and hugs him. 

“I would wait for you however long it may be.” 

Bakugo tightened his arms around Kirishima. 

They stayed like that for a while, or until Kirishima slowly peeled Bakugo away from him. 

The redhead guided him to a small picnic blanket that he had laid out for them. Bakugo kisses him again, this time taking his time to be engulfed with Kirishima's presence. 

They sit and Kirishima starts serving Bakugo some of the snacks he brought with him. 

“Who would have thought that all it took was for you to kiss a boy.” Bakugo looks at him, half a sandwich into his mouth. “And not just any boy, but me.” 

“Go show off somewhere else, shitty hair!” 

Kirishima laughs as he pulls Bakugo in and places a long lasting kiss against his lips. 

Bakugo’s cheeks turned red. 

“If I would have known that would do the trick, I would have done it a long time ago.” Bakugo huffs but says nothing as he eats another piece of his sandwich. 

Kirishima decides to stop teasing him and enjoy his meal as well. 

After all, he had forever to tease the love of his life from now on. 

Forever. 

Mhm, I like the sound of that.