Chapter Text
(Kirishima’s POV)
Kirishima’s eyes drag lazily across the classroom until they settle once again on Bakugou, who has been glaring out the window all day as though he has a grudge with the clouds. He probably does, to be honest , Kirishima thinks.
He finishes jotting down the notes on the slide. He likes Social Quirk Studies but there’s a lot of information to take in, sometimes.
The slide changes and Bakugou lets out an indignant huff. He scribbles fiercely on his paper and leans forward in his seat. His uniform rises up a bit, showing the faintest sliver of skin, and Kirishima tries not to stare. The flex of Bakugou’s arm when he angrily writes is enough to make Kirishima sigh. Sero makes a gagging motion at Kaminari, which Kirishima decides to gracefully ignore in favour of Bakugou’s tense form.
When the slide changes again Bakugou actually yells, and Kirishima snaps out of his daydreams.
“If you can’t write the notes fast enough, borrow them from someone after class.” Aizawa sensei drones.
Bakugou grunts stubbornly. Aizawa sensei changes the slide again.
Kirishima finishes his notes off quickly. He’ll offer them to Bakugou - that’s the manly thing to do. Bakugou could a) hopefully learn by example and brighten his personality, and b) see what a great guy he was.
Kirishima mildly hopes the effect will lean towards b).
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After class, Kirishima gathers his things quickly enough to reach Bakugou’s desk before he sulks off.
“You can borrow my notes!” he says, holding them out pointedly.
Bakugou stares at him for a beat, before answering, “Don’t fucking need them.”
“I don’t mind!” Kirishima says, ever persistent. He motions for Bakugou to take them. “I don’t study until the night before a test anyways, so you can take your time!”
“That’s why you’re only 15th in the class, dumbass.” Bakugou says.
“Maybe you’re third because you don’t copy down all the notes.”
Bakugou growls.
Kirishima grins.
Bakugou snatches his notebook from him, flipping through it. He lifts his eyebrows a little, holding the notebook almost at arm’s length, then bringing it up to his nose. It’s almost comical. “Your handwriting is shit.”
“Sorry.” Kirishima says, rubbing his neck.
“I can’t fucking read this.” Bakugou says.
“Ah!” Kirishima says, taking back his notes. “I can help you decode it! Wanna come over after school?”
There’s a moment where Kirishima thinks his offer will be rejected. Bakugou never went with them on any class outings, so Kirishima waits for the “ fuck no ” - heart hardened and ready to offer to stay late instead.
“Whatever.” Bakugou says. “I’m missing History notes, too.”
Kirishima grins. That’s a yes.
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Kirishima fidgets in his seat. This last class could not be any longer, honestly. He clicks the metal ball on his tongue against his teeth in annoyance - a habit he’s hoping to break but never tries to. He keeps looking at Bakugou, then at the clock, then at his messy notes. He tries a little harder to make them neater.
His phone vibrates, pulling him out of his daze. Kaminari thinly disguises his snort with a cough.
From:⚡ Kaminari Denki⚡
3:32pm
You’re being really obvious
Kirishima grins.
To:⚡ Kaminari Denki⚡
3:32pm
Can’t help it dude! Look at those arms
From: ⚡ Kaminari Denki⚡
3:32pm
I think you’ve got it covered, buddy
Kirishima hops out of his seat when the bell rings, earning another poorly veiled chuckle from Kaminari. He winks at him as he shoves his things into his bag, shouldering it quickly.
He waits for Bakugou to wrap his scarf around his neck. He bounces on the spot, biting his lip. He looks cute all bundled up.
Bakugou doesn’t say anything as he starts walking, but Kirishima easily falls into step beside him. He almost feels guilty, offering his notes in order to coerce Bakugou into spending time with him. He catches a glimpse of Bakugou’s nose before he hides it beneath his scarf, already turning pink in the cold. Almost feels guilty.