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It was a Wednesday.
A typically, normal day.
Wednesday is a pretty average day. Not the start of the week, but not the end, either. What really matters is what the day itself contains. Nobody is going to think of Wednesday as an eventful day because it's Wednesday.
That being said, this was an eventful Wednesday.
It started when class had just ended. All the students were working on grabbing their books for whatever class they had next. The halls were busy and loud.
Kirishima had just gotten out of the bathroom when Sero approached him, looking concerned and a bit.. frenzied. Which wasn't a look often on Sero's face. The guy was usually pretty relaxed.
"Dude, we have to keep Bakugou away from his locker," Sero fretted, grabbing Kirishima's arm.
Kirishima turned to look at Sero.
"Wh— why?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Sero let go of him.
"Kirishima, dude, just trust me."
And so, Kirishima did.
"Bakugou, you don't need your books for History. We can just share mine," he said to Katsuki, trying to get him to slow down.
Whatever was wrong with Bakugou's locker must have been serious. Sero, being the generally laid-back guy he was, doesn't generally get that panicked.
Infact— the last time that something happened to Katsuki's locker (Someone had badly drawn a hairy dick on it with dry erase marker) (It was Kaminari), Sero had laughed, along with the rest of the class. Bakugou had been pissed, until he quickly found out that the marker was easily erasable.
He had still tried to make himself look pissed, but after he found out there was no actual harm, he had a sort of glint in his eyes that showed— to only the most observant person, that he too found it genuinely funny.
Present-day Katsuki, however, just gave the redhead a questioning glare, before scoffing and continuing to walk down the hall.
Kaminari popped up next to Kirishima out of seemingly nowhere, poked at him and started whispering.
"Kiri! Did you see what happened to-"
"I already told him," Sero popped in.
"Bakugou can you just— stop, for a second?" Kirishima said, grabbing Katsuki's arm. They were about to turn a corner in the hall.
"What, jackass? I'm just— why is everyone following me?! I'm just trying to get my damn shit so we can go to class," he shouted, shrugging Kirishima off of him.
Kaminari grabbed his arm.
"Bakugou— no, you shouldn't-"
And then he turned the corner.
And then he saw.
And then he froze.
Written in large, messy print, directly on the front panel of Katsuki's locker— in permanent black marker, read;
"Katsuki Bakugou is a faggot".
It felt like ten minutes, Kirishima spent watching Katsuki's face. Watching his eyes flicker over the text again and again, as if he was trying to figure out what exactly he was seeing. Like he couldn't believe it to be true.
The blond took a step back.
Kirishima himself was in shock, too. Who the hell would write something like that?
Kaminari seemed to share the same thoughts. Though, he had already seen the locker before Bakugou had a chance to. Who would write something like that on Bakugou's locker, of all people. Did they have a death wish?
Kirishima, however, knew Katsuki well enough to realize that he wasn't mad.
Katsuki gets mad about a lot of things, but this? Katsuki's face wasn't reading as mad at all. It was something else. Something sadder. Something somber.
The blond took another step back, eyes never leaving his locker. He kept blinking. Kirishima suspected that he was probably doing so to keep himself from crying.
The image broke Ejirou's heart. Just a bit.
Alright, maybe more than just a bit. Can't a guy care about his friend?
And then Bakugou promptly turned away and started walking down the hall, his pace nothing less of being rushed.
"Bakugou— wait!" Kirishima called after him, walking towards him.
"Fuck off, I'm serious!" He said, flipping Ejirou off like it was nothing. Bakugou hadn't done that since first year— and the image shocked Ejirou so much that he actually paused his walking.
Bakugou slammed his hands against the exit door and walked out of the building. The door closed behind him.
Kaminari and Sero walked up to him after a few moments.
"Shit," Kirishima mumbled under his breath.
"Yeah, shit is right," Sero agreed with him, nodding.
"He's.. so upset," Kirishima gritted through his teeth, reaching his hands up to grip at his hair. Fuck. He actually felt like crying.
"It's.. not your fault, Kirishima," Sero put a hand on Kaminari's shoulder.
"Well— I mean, obviously it isn't. But you don't have to feel bad."
"Especially since once Aizawa hears about this and checks the cameras to see who did it, they'll probably get expelled," Kaminari added, a small smile on his face.
"Yeah, I mean, whoever did that, both committed a literal hate crime, and damaged school property. Who's stupid enough to do that?" Sero huffed, rolling his eyes.
The bell rang.
Kirishima groaned, an uncomfortable grimace still on his face.
"..We should really go to class," Kaminari said, probably for the first time in his life.
"Alright," Kirishima said quietly.
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Classes were finally done for the day.
Kaminari and Sero had informed Aizawa of what happened to Bakugou's locker. Apparently the man was watching over the security tapes now to see who did it.
Kirishima had sighed in relief when he heard that the student would actually be getting in trouble. Nobody ever really got in trouble for anything like that at his old school— which was of course, shitty.
Katsuki hadn't been at school all day, not since he saw what happened to his locker. Which was unlike him. Bakugou hadn't ever intentionally skipped a class. Much less, a whole half a day of them.
Kirishima had promised himself that he would check in Bakugou after class.
So as soon as students were allowed to leave, he bolted.
Well, actually, he walked a normal speed. But straight to Bakugou's dorm.
Actually, he stopped at his dorm to drop off his stuff and change out of his uniform so he wouldn't get it dirty. But then, he went straight next door to Bakugou's dorm.
He knocked three times.
No answer.
He knocked three more times.
He heard a bed frame creaking, likely Bakugou getting up— he had been in bed? Really? Bakugou never lays in bed before he's going to sleep. He's told Kirishima once that he can't sleep at night if his bed is messed up.
The door peeked open.
"What do you want?" Bakugou said through the small opening. His voice was slightly hoarse.
Kirishima swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.
"I.. I wanted to talk to you. If you're up for it."
There was no response for a few moments, and then Bakugou loudly scoffed, pulling the door all the way open, walking away and throwing himself back on the bed.
Kirishima walked into the room and scanned his surroundings.
Just about everything was in order. That was to be expected— Bakugou had only been upset for half an afternoon. Though, Bakugou too had changed out of his uniform, and said uniform was strewn across the floor carelessly. His bedding was also messed up. These things didn't really matter, Kirishima realized, but he couldn't help but be extra vigilant.
He looked at Bakugou.
He took a step towards the bed.
"Can I.. sit down?"
"Do whatever you fuckin' want. I don't care."
Kirishima sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling the mattress sink down a bit under his weight.
"Bakugou.. I wanted to talk about what happened today. Err‐ with your locker. I really think—"
"Shut the fuck up."
Bakugou wasn't looking at him. He was facing the wall at the head of his bed.
"Can you sit.. please?" Eijirou said softly, frowning.
Katsuki groaned, sitting up and moving to the edge of his bed, so he was sat right next to Kirishima. He had that look on his face where you could just tell he was thinking: "Alright, let's just get this over with."
"Bakugou.. what was written on your locker, I'm just.. so sorry that happened."
Bakugou didn't respond.
"Just.. don't take it to heart, alright?" Eijirou put a warm, supportive hand on Katsuki's shoulder.
"It was probably just some edgy first-year with no respect. I'm pretty sure Aizawa is looking at the security tapes now— he was pretty mad, I think the student that did it will probably get ex-"
"Just because some edgy first year loser allegedly did it, doesn't mean it's not.. true," Katsuki's statement had started off strong, but his voice weakened over the span of the sentence, leaving the last few words practically nothing but a choked whisper.
Eijirou paused.
"I.. what?"
"It's true. I- I'm a.. fuck, I—"
"Bakugou, I already know you're gay," Kirishima interrupted, furrowing his eyebrows.
"That doesn't make what happened alright. It— frankly put, it was a hate crime. Literally. And the person that did it is an asshole."
Bakugou stayed quiet for a few moments.
Katsuki took a deep breath before responding.
"You.. knew?"
"Yeah. I mean, I assumed you were.. y'know, out," Kirishima smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
Oh man. Was that the wrong thing to say? He genuinely had assumed that Katsuki wasn't still in the closet. Sure, the blond hadn't made any big announcement or anything of the sort, but there was no rule saying he was required to come out via a big speech or anything.
Kirishima had just thought he was comfortable with his identity and didn't care what anyone thought about him. However, it seemed like that assumption was wrong, because Katsuki seemed to be taking this whole "Oh no, people know I'm gay now" thing, pretty hard.
Despite the fact that locker graffiti such as what happened to Katsuki's locker, isn't exactly a reliable source when it comes to things like this. Back in Eijirou's middle school, people— Assholes, more like. The fact that it was normalized in said environment didn't make it alright, called eachother slurs all the time, despite the fact that the majority of the time, the slurs didn't even apply to the person anyway.
But something about this situation was different. It wasn't a careless insult. It wasn't something that was usual at UA. Nobody ever vandalized school property out of fear of facing Aizawa-sensei's merciless wrath— no, this was different.
A targeted attack. Well, not attack, per se, but it was definitely targeted.
"Yeah, well, you're wrong. I didn't want people to know that shit, at all," Katsuki said. He groaned, leaning his elbows on his knees.
"This is just.. proof. That coming out is a bad idea."
"I.. understand. But, hey, I'm out. And I'm fine, right?" Kirishima smiled at him, tilting his head.
Katsuki paused, a small tinge of pink appearing on his face.
"You're.. out? You're gay?"
"I'm out to Mina, and Kaminari, and Jirou. I assumed you had known, too, but.. apparently not," he chuckled awkwardly.
"My point is.. you.. you're not alone, Bakugou. There's a lot of other people like us at UA. Our classmates are good people, too. They won't judge you. And if anyone does, they don't deserveyour time or attention anyway."
"Katsuki."
"Uh.. what?" Kirishima raised an eyebrow.
"Call me Katsuki. You don't have to call me Bakugou."
Eijirou blushed.
"I- uh.. yeah, of course. I'll call you Katsuki. You can call me Eijirou, if you want."
Katsuki's eyebrows furrowed the smallest bit.
"Alright, Eijirou," he said quietly, the usual malice in his voice replaced by something.. way less familiar. Kirishima had never heard that tone on Katsuki's voice before.
"How about you show me how good of a fucking faggot you are."
It was a blur, really. Before Eijirou had even enough time to digest what Katsuki had said, the blond's hands were gripping his face, and his lips were crashing against Eijirou's own.
It didn't take long for Eijirou to get with the program and place his hands on Katsuki's waist. A little clumsily, he'd accidentally hit Katsuki in the gut in the process. Not that Katsuki seemed to really care, when it seemed like he was trying to suffocate Eijirou with his lips. Similarly, Eijirou didn't mind that either.
Eijirou would like to say their first kiss was like that of a romance novel. Where his body took over and his brain was empty of every thought except Katsuki.
But it wasn't, really. Not that he wasn't totally into the kiss— but also, he worried about hurting Katsuki with his teeth.
It had been something Eijirou worried about ever since he was old enough to worry about his first kiss, really. Teeth. His teeth. They were sharp as hell. He was gonna end up hurting him.
So be pulled back and opened his eyes.
Katsuki looked mad that he separated them. And a little embarrassed that he even kissed Eijirou in the first place.
His lips were red. His cheeks were red. God— Eijirou loved seeing his color on Katsuki. He wanted to be all over him.
"What gives?" Katsuki said. His voice was a little cracky. Embarrassment is a good look on him, Eijirou thought. But then he blushed and put that thought away for later.
"I-.." he stuttered.
"Teeth."
"Hah? I brushed right after school— haven't eaten anything since," Katsuki responded, confused.
"No- no, your mouth tastes good," Kirishima couldn't believe he just said that, but oh well—
"I mean, my teeth." He opened his mouth for emphasis.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed.
"How dumb do you think I am? I'm aware of your damn shark mouth, idiot."
That made Eijirou shut his mouth.
"B-but—"
"No more talking."
Katsuki seemed to like making out a lot.
They never went further than that, of course. They were still in highschool. Not that Eijirou hadn't thought about that type of thing when Katsuki had invited Eijirou to put his hand on his thigh. Katsuki had nice thighs. He had nice everything.
God. Eijirou was whipped. But it would be hard to be. Everything about Katsuki was so perfect. His eyes, which were so damn pretty, his muscles, which he worked so hard to develop— how manly, his attitude, that Kirishima learned was more playful than anything, even if that playfulness included constantly trying to rile people up..
Katsuki was perfect.
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Katsuki was perfect. That idea had cemented itself in Eijirou's mind the day they first kissed. The day Katsuki confided in Eijirou. The day Katsuki learned to accept himself.
And so Eijirou stood there, infront of Katsuki's locker, waiting for him to get back from his bathroom break in-between classes.
He had a bouquet of orange and red Lillies, (Which Eijirou had definitely not looked up the meaning of— shut up, God forbid a man put in some effort) in his left hand, supplied very nicely by Ibara Shiozaki from 3-B, and a bar of chilli chocolate in his right that Momo had bought him in support. Katsuki loved the stuff. It was his treat of choice whenever he would have a cheat day.
This would be perfect. Just like Katsuki. A perfect asking out for a perfect guy.
Eijirou is so fucking lucky.
Sero and Kaminari were supposed to be fetching him. It felt like atleast ten minutes so far— except it couldn't have been, because Katsuki is very quick at the urinal. Gross. How does Eijirou even know that?
It's not like he tries to notice those things, but it seems like his brain tries to absorb as much information about Katsuki as possible. Maybe his mind is trying to figure how a single person could be so perfect.
Eijirou isn't dumb. He knows Katsuki isn't the perfect human. He has faults. But Katsuki is the perfect Katsuki and that's all that matters to Eijirou, really.
Eijirou could hear stomping. And the muffled sound of Katsuki's voice echoing down the hall.
He didn't pick up much, only him telling Kaminari to fuck off.
Eijirou's hands were sweating. He was pretty sure they were so warm, he was melting the chocolate and wilting the flowers all together.
And then he saw him.
Eijirou's shoulders untensed. Katsuki was just as pretty as the last time he saw him. And the time before that. And he was pretty sure that Katsuki would always be pretty to him.
They locked eyes.
"The fuck is this?" Eijirou could hear him mutter as he walked closer. Kaminari and Sero had left his sides at this point. Eijirou smiled.
"Hey," Eijirou greeted, blushing.
"..Hey?"
"I, uhm," he looked to the side, chewing on his bottom lip.
"I kinda.."
"You're seriously asking me out?"
Eijirou looked back up at Katsuki, who's face was bright red. Like his eyes. Ans like Eijirou's favorite color.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously," Eijirou answered.
"I thought we were already dating?"
Eijirou blinked.
"W-.. I.. what?"
"I thought that when I kissed you, that meant we were dating?" Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows.
"O-oh!" Eijirou's face got redder, if that was even possible.
"Uhm.. I didn't know that.. I thought— well, I didn't know if.. we were official."
"We are."
"Oh.. okay."
"What's with the stuff?" Katsuki asked, taking a step closer.
Eijirou knew that was Katsuki's way of asking if they were for him. Which they were, so Eijirou handed him the flowers.
"They're Lillies. I thought they.. were kinda pretty. And- and that you might like them," Eijirou nodded. God. He felt like a bumbling idiot.
"Uh huh.."
"D- do you?"
"Of course I like them, dumbass. They're my favorite. What else you got?"
"Uhm.." Eijirou handed him the chocolate.
"This is my favorite brand."
"I know."
"You're such a fucking dumbass," Katsuki said, his gaze cast to the floor.
Eijirou wasn't insulted. Instead, he smiled. He knew that Katsuki was embarrassed. He knew that sometimes he had a hard time with words. As a professional Katsuki translator— of which, not many held the title (him, Midoriya, his parents, and Aizawa), he knew that meant he thought the gifts were very nice, and that he appreciated them.
"You didn't.. feel obligated to do this shit, right? You know I already like you," Katsuki mumbled.
Eijirou rubbed the back of his neck with his now-empty hand.
"Well.. yeah, I did this because.."
Something caught his eye.
Mina was probably ten feet behind Katsuki, watching the encounter, and very visibly freaking out, grabbing Kaminari's arm and pointing at the pair. The gestures could only be interpreted as her fangirling, or in her own words, probably "fujoshing out over these cuties".
Eijirou blushed. He hadn't realized people were watching them.
He turned his attention back to Katsuki, and in a very hurried and breathless manner, blurted out:
"Because I really like you. And- I didn't know you already considered us to be dating..! So- so I wanted to ask you to be my.. boyfriend? If that's a label you want— I mean, I'm open to whatever, if you don't want to be boyfriends, that's totally fine, that's totally manly, but I wanted to ask—"
Katsuki leaned forward and kissed Eijrou.
Eijirou blushed, and leaned into the kiss. Unfortunately it only lasted about a second longer before Katsuki leaned back and mumbled something against Eijirou's lips.
"You really gotta stop rambling like Deku.. 's kinda a turn-off, not gonna lie."
"Oh- okay," Eijirou mumbled back.
"I don't do shit I don't want to. You don't have do do that stupid overthinking thing with me. I kissed you, and you know damn well that I don't just go around kissing anyone. You're my boyfriend. I already staked my damn claim," he said roughly, looking up into Eijirou's eyes.
Eijirou blushed.
"I.. alright. Same here."
Katsuki hummed, and pulled back completely.
"You're carrying my shit. That's boyfriend duties."
"Uhm.. okay? Gladly."