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“I just wanted to say one thing before I go, and I know none of you knew I had something prepared but I just needed to get this off my chest.” Bakugou spoke into the mic at the school assembly, sending a look to the staff. He inhaled slowly and regarded the school. 

“I’m gay.”


Bakugou anticipated this. How else would an entire school react when they just found out their loud and very much rude valedictorian with so much potential had turned out to be gay? Something frowned upon by mostly everyone in that school. 

“I know most of you don’t agree or understand but I just wanted to tell you all. Not that it was any of your business but now we can hate each other mutually… and also to point out the fact that a gay guy has better grades than all of you.” He grinned smugly. “How does my entire ass taste?” 

Then the students erupted. 

Bakugou laughed as the teachers rushed up to take the mic away and send him off. 

What did he care? After years and years of holding that secret in, Bakugou finally came out to everyone. He wasn’t ashamed, angry, or nervous of their views. In fact, they fueled the fire in him to keep being himself and become better than everyone. Who gave a fuck if they shot nasty looks his way or murmured about him in prayer group. They could kiss his ass, and his grade sheet reading straight A’s. 

Bakugou walked past the bleachers, ignoring everyone cheering and melodramatic complaints. He knew they wouldn’t act on anything. One too many times had Bakugou proven he didn’t take rumors or talking shit.

 Streamers filled the air as his peers threw shit his way. The usual. Privileged thumb suckers who thought everything was supposed to be cookie cutter and their way. Pathetic. 

As he stepped over a wad of paper, something red caught his eye. Bakugou glanced over to the right and locked eyes with Kirishima Eijirou. The star quarterback of their shit school with colleges lined up for him. Standing a towering 6’1 to Bakugou’s 5’7, pure bulking muscle and the sweetest attitude to ever be gifted a jock. He also just so happened to have been Bakugou’s gay awakening. 

Kirishima just stared, expression blank as he walked past. No wave, not bright smile. Completely void of emotion. Bakugou scoffed and faced towards his destination. Go figure. Even the nice ones are prejudice. 

He kicked the door open and left the gymnasium behind as he walked back to do his class work in the library. There were better places to be than in a room full of people who you hated and hated you back. What’s the point of even sitting around a room so loud, Bakugou’s hearing aids went off. 

The library was just fine.

So that’s where he went. Ignoring the small prick of bitterness knowing his crush was homophobic too, or at least didn’t want to associate. 

He knew the risks. Bakugou calculated. In a few years, this place would be far behind. Just a stepping stone for his goals. What’s wrong with being who he was now, and dealing with their opinions to know what to expect later? Nothing. Nothing because Bakugou could handle it. Even if he hated everyone and had no friends. He could do this on his own. Bakugou didn’t expect someone to just waltz up, white horsed knight and say ‘Hey. I support you.’ Was fucking stupid to expect. Not in a school like this where the hierarchy deemed straight as law. 

Fuck the law, and fuck them. 

Bakugou took out his key and stepped into the library, stepping inside and exhaling. Yeah fuck them. 

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The school cafeteria was loud, but the library was closed in the middle of the school day so Bakugou was forced to sit amongst everyone. 

As expected, they had started shooting him double sided glances. Stopping hushed conversations as he walked by. The worst of the looks were the apologetic ones. Pissed Bakugou off, as if he needed pity for being comfortable and knowing what he liked. 

He turned down the volume on his hearing aids and ate an apple, not really hungry and admittedly without a lunch from forgetting it at home. The hag would have a field day when he got back. 

Everyone crowded the large room, running around and jumping over each other like maggots. Throwing food, swearing, flirting or fighting. You name it, they were doing it and fuckin’ loudly. Bakugou despised this period the most. Too many fucking people to bother him. Not enough headspace to think. Bakugou chewed in the apple and read over the engraved words on the table.

“Yo, is this seat taken?” 

Bakugou might of missed the question if his volume was lower. He looked up from the table to see the Kirishima Eijirou standing across from him and pointing to the seat. 

His heart rate picked up at the sight of his pretty red hair encased face. 

“Does it look like it is?” Bakugou motioned around his empty table. 

Kirishima laughed, muscular shoulders bouncing under his hoodie. “Guess not, I’ll take that as an okay to sit down though. Thanks!” He took the seat and leaned on the table and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was at the assembly yesterday, and I heard you say you were gay..” 

Bakugou’s heart plummeted. Great, just what he needed. His crush coming over and telling him just how horrible and vile being gay was. His eyes hardened in preparation for the disrespect and hate against him. 

Kirishima leaned his arms on the table and clasped his hands together before holding one out. “And I just wanted to say that it was really manly of you to stand up there and just be yourself, ya know?” 

Huh? Bakugou gaped. 

Kirishima grinned and shrugged, “Being yourself and being proud is what’s up, so it was real cool. Real cool- but I’m not gay. I’m not gay, I’m just saying that you’re pretty manly for speaking out like that.” He laughed again. 

Bakugou stared for a moment before he shook his head, “Thanks.” 

The redhead nodded and leaned back, “No problem, Dude! But uh.. I was just wondering if you ever wanted to hang out sometime, that’d be real cool.” 

Bakugou was pretty sure he stopped working. 

The mass of muscle leaned in again, brow furrowed. “But I’m not gay though, ya know? I’m just trying to open up and make more friends- but again, ya know? No judgment though! Hanging out would be cool.” Red eyes waited expectantly for an answer. 

Bakugou had to take a moment to pick his jaw off the table. Did his crush just ask to hang out? The big time jock of the school, Mr. Muscles, sir smiles a lot, the most popular guy in this shitty place? Yeah, he was going to need a second. 

Slowly, Kirishima’s face shifted to a self conscious expression. “You don’t have to hang out, it’s chill if you just wanna keep to ya’ self. Ain’t no judgment! Just do you, for real!” 

Say something! Bakugou was panicking to get words out because he most certainly did not want to be left alone right now. SPEAK! 

“I’ll just leave. Sorry, Dude-“

“THIS FRIDAY!” Bakugou blurted out. 

Kirishima halted, mid rise from his seat. 

Bakugou slowly slid a hand over his own mouth for screaming so loud. 

“Friday? For real? You don’t mind hanging out?” 

Bakugou shook his head, not trusting himself with words at the moment. 

Kirishima lit up and drummed on the table, “Cool! Alright, well I’ll leave you to enjoy the rest of your lunch, Dude. See you Friday then!” With a tiny wave, he walked away and took Bakugou’s chill with it. 

He stared at the table and covered his eyes. Holy fucking SHIT! What an idiot. He was going to hang out with Kirishima on Friday. He was seeing his fucking crush on Friday. Just them. Fuck fuck fuck! Bakugou was beginning to spiral into a gay panic. 

They were going to converse, talk and ‘chill’. I NEED AIR.

Bakugou shot up out of the seat and raced off through the cafe doors. 

After a stumbling run, he threw himself into a stall. He pulled his hair and hyperventilated. 

Fuck fuck fuck, I’m breathing too hard. 

With forced concentration, Bakugou calmed himself enough to think clearly. 

This was okay, seeing him on Friday would be fine. Nothing weird or stressful about it. Kirishima had been clear that he wasn’t against being gay which lifted a weight off Bakugou’s chest, plus he wanted to be friends. That could be done. 

Then another thing hit. 

I don’t like friends. He frowned. 

Oh fucking whatever, it’s just one time. 

Kirishima probably wouldn’t even show up. 

Yeah. Bakugou nodded, reassuring himself. He won’t remember by tomorrow.


Bakugou walked down the sidewalk, taking his usual route home. 

The whole ordeal about being asked to hang out was put out in the back of his mind. Not given a second thought. 

He kicked a rock and tugged the backpack strap higher. “Tch.” No reason to panic over bull that isn’t even important. 

“Oi! Bakugou!” 

Bakugou halted. Standing very still as that honey rough voice called for him again. 

Footsteps grew louder until Kirishima stood in front of him, panting slightly. “Sorry- sorry I was trying to catch you from Science but you walk really fast.” 

Bakugou scoffed, “I’ve got places to be.” Relax. Re-fucking-lax. 

Kirishima chuckled and crossed his arms, “Anyway, I realized when we decided on Friday that I didn’t even get your number. How dumb was that? I’m supposed to hang out with ya’ but I don’t even know where ya place is.” 

Had he heard him right? “My number?” Bakugou asked just to be sure. 

“Yeah!” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a phone. “So we can talk and whatever.” Kirishima shrugged and held the device out. 

Bakugou hesitated for a moment before reaching forward slowly with his brow furrowed. “Alright..” 

He typed in his number as Kirishima hovered over him. With a grunt, Bakugou handed it back. 

Kirishima pocketed it and stepped back, “Aight, cool! Gotta catch my bus, see ya!”

Bakugou nodded slowly and Kirishima took off back to the bus line. When he was out of sight, Bakugou took a deep inhale and continued walking. 

Holding in another episode of gay panic until he got in his room and screamed loudly. He hadn’t forgotten. In fact, Kirishima had been dead serious. 

Bakugou cooled down and stared at the phone, reading the message over and over again. 


[Unknown Number]: Hey, Dude!! It’s Kirishima, thanks for agreeing to hang out. See you then:) 


Bakugou Katsuki was not okay.  

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After 30 minutes of straight up gobsmacked gaping at the message from big man on campus. Bakugou had officially ended on the notion that, ‘I’m ignoring him’ would be the best course of action.

Great way to handle having your crush text you right? Right. 

Bakugou strolled past everyone in the halls. His sweater hugged his form nicely. He may be a nerd with better grades than half of Japan’s young kids but he never skimped on the gym. Bakugou stood 5’7 of pure muscle, his chest was bigger than half the girls in that shit place with an even slimmer cut waist. His arms weren’t huge compared to half the others but he was built enough to chuck some bastard off a bleacher last month so he was strong. 

Eyes stayed on him. The way he liked it. Stay hating you ugly bitches. Bakugou held his head higher. He’d be damned if they got to him. Each and everyone of them could continue to have closed minds and not expand their views. In the end Bakugo would stay on top and they’d have nothing better to do besides hate for the rest of their lives. 

He stepped in class and sunk into his seat. Social studies wasn’t his favorite but it was his best grade next to math. 

Mr. Hizashi slid into his class, shades on and blonde hair in a disastrous banana shaped cone. “Gooooood morning students! Are we ready to leeeeeaarn!?”

Bakugou cringed and covered his ears, Mr. Hizashi was extremely loud and happy this morning. The class nodded collectively and they began. 

Mr. Hizashi spun around, “I hope your Friday is going great so far, but don’t fret because we have a rad lesson planned today!” 

Bakugou froze. Did he just say Friday? He shook his head and pulled his phone, turning the damned thing on to show the date and.. Friday. 

Eyes widened, Bakugou slumped far in his chair and covered his mouth with a fist. 

It’s Friday. 

Today is fucking Friday.  

Like an idiot, Bakugou had blurted out the first day of the week without thinking and realizing yesterday had been Thursday . He hadn’t even told the hag about Kirishima. HE HADN’T EVEN PREPARED HIMSELF. 

Was he breathing heavy again? Bakugou was pretty sure he was breathing heavy. 

Shit fuck SHIT. 

What was he going to do? He can’t just cancel, no he’d throttle himself. Kirishima Eijirou would come over or his poor little gay heart will fall into cardiac arrest. But seeing him will give me cardiac arrest. 

Bakugou squeezed his eyes tight and sighed. 

Guess I’ll motherfucking die then. 

They had no plan. He didn’t even get to clean his room. Would Kirishima ask to walk home with him today? Go on the bus then come over later? 

Bakugou bounced his foot frantically. 

What would the hag think? She’d fucking skin me when she found out I wasn’t lying about bringing a guy over. Damn it. Would they go out? Stay in? 

Could Bakugou even handle being in a room with him for more than a few seconds without jumping the guy? 

He groaned and pulled his hair. It’s alright. I can control my dick. I can. Control. My dick. I can control it! 

So the plan ‘I’m ignoring him’ went completely out the window and ran the fuck away. There would be no ignoring him now. No days for Bakugou to mentally prepare, no time to backout. Stuck. Bakugou was stuck. 

Shiiit.” He breathed out lowly. 

You know what? Everything would work out. All he needed to do was collect himself and be the biggest asshole known to man. That would hide his impending crush and constant blue balls. Yeah. Great plan. 

The rest of social studies flew by and so did all the piece of cake classes until the dreaded lunch came around. 

Bakugou tried to eat in the office, but they sent him off because saying ‘How does my entire ass taste’ is apparently deeply frowned upon, then he went to the nurse and faked being sick but they didn’t believe him because ‘Bakugou, you haven’t been sick since 6th grade’, and eating in the bathroom was a little too far. So. No choice but to brave the wilderness and sit down at his secluded table at the back of the cafeteria where everyone could see him and he could see everyone else. 

He inhaled slowly then pushed the doors open and beelined to his table. Now, he wasn’t acting this way because of the students and their dislike towards him. Nah, Bakugou’s hated them since learning how to speak. What he’s worked up and spooked about was the fact that in the cafeteria? You were fair game. Meaning, Kirishima Eijirou was in the same room as him. No teachers to silence conversations, to send him back to his seat, no help. Bakugou Katsuki was out in the open and he hoped to all the gods that the star quarterback wasn’t hoping to talk some more. Bakugou probably wouldn’t be able to handle it. 

With a clank, Bakugou’s lunchbox popped open. Yes, it was an All Might Limited Edition metal lunchbox. Don’t judge him. The thing had enough dents in it from the many heads that got a little too close to his rage filled outbursts. He’d probably assault again if the time came. 

Bakugou pulled out a peach and started eating slowly. Eyes glued to his table, not daring glance around even though he was seriously aching to. Just to see whether Kirishima noticed him or not. Definitely not to stare and count how many coiled muscles he could see on his back.

Though, that’s wouldn’t be too bad. 

After a few minutes of internal battle, Bakugou looked up. His eyes swept over the lunchroom until they landed on the familiar red silky hair. He wore it down during school, only spiking it up into a monstrosity mountain for games. It was a ritual or some shit, who fucking know but Kirishima looked hell of a lot better with it down. 

Bakugou glanced to his table mates. 

A girl with pink box braids, a lot of eye shadow, lip gloss and melanin skin sat next to him, pushing his shoulder and shaking her head. On her other side sat a guy with straight black hair and large forearms. Bakugou recognized the wide receiver Sero Hanta. Another sat to the right of Kirishima with short cropped golden hair and a black bolt tattoo under his ear. That one was Denki Kaminari, an idiot in class but the best Running Back in all of Japan.  Then, across from them all, sat another mountain of pure muscle known as Tetsutetsu. The school's very own linebacker. He was huge, smiley, hot and a practical twin to Kirishima. They had been best friends since diapers, same build, teeth, bright eyes. 

Truth be told, they both had been Bakugou’s gay awkending. He just had more of a liking to the pretty redhead. 

They all sat together and laughed like the amazing family they were. Beautiful eyes, great careers planned, hands that could kill- no he was just talking about Kirishima. 

God. What I’d do to have him choke me. 

Then he recoiled when realization hit of what he just thought. 

You idiot. 

Kirishima hadn’t noticed him, which was the original point of looking. So now Bakugou could go back to staring at his lovely table. 

Only a few hours until school ended and they saw each other. Could Bakugou wait that long? Could he even handle seeing him? 

I’m such a mess. Let the floor swallow me whole. 

That was okay, as long as Bakugou got the gay panic out now. Everyone would be smooth sailing from then on.




A knock resonated through the house. Bakugou stumbled down the stairs, almost face planting. Is he here early? He’s here early. Why is he here early? 


Bakugou sent a strangled look towards his mom's voice, not really all there to send a retort. 

He walked towards the front door. 

Okay. Be cool, just relax. Inhale. Exhale. An asshole. Be. An asshole. 

He swung the door open to reveal Kirishima Eijirou standing on his doorstep with the widest grin ever gracing the earth. “Hey!” 

Bakugou nodded with a grunt in greeting. No words. None. 

Kirishima clasped his hands together again, Bakugou might of thought he was nervous if the guy didn’t seem so relaxed. Hair up in a bun, nice jeans and- is that a new shirt? Bakugou did a double take. 

“So.. can I come in?” Kirishima asked. 

Bakugou’s eyes shot up from his crisp tight shirt. “Huh?- oh, yeah. Come in.” 

He stepped back, giving Kirishima room to enter. 

When he did, Bakugou immediately regretted it. 

“Is that him, Katsuki!?” Mitsuki asked as she turned the corner. Eyes gleaming in mischief, “Why, isn’t he good looking! Nice job kid, I’ll be having grandbabies in no time!” 

Bakugou’s cheeks flared and he snarled, “MA! Not only is that impossible , that is uncalled for!” 

Kirishima was a sputtering mess next to him, shifting constantly. “Ma-ma’am, um- I- I’m not.. ya know, I’m not- um..” 

Mitsuki’s eyes widened and she glanced to Bakugou. He glared back. She sighed, “I see. No worries, Kid. I’m Mitsuki.” 

Kirishima seemed to relax, “I’m Kirishima Eijirou, Ma’am. Your place looks amazing by the way! Thank you for allowing me in your home!” 

Mitsuki waved him off, “Eh, was nothing. You should see the backyard. Almost as big as a football field. ” 

Kirishima’s eyes widened. 

Bakugou’s narrowed. What are you playing at. 

The redhead lit up, “Really? Man. Me and my friends have been looking for a place to practice after school hours. If me and Bakugou become friends, maybe we can all hang out here.” 

Oh. That’s what her plan was. Conniving witch. Bakugou shook with embarrassment and anger. He just wanted today over quickly. 

“ALRIGHT!” Bakugou cut in loudly, successfully shutting them both up. “Me and him have hanging out to do, so say goodbye and let’s go Kirishima.” 

Mitsuki only smirked. “Okay, Kiddo. Be safe up in your room, it can be dangerous.” 


Kirishima waved goodbye, “Thanks again!” And followed Bakugou up the stairs. 

Each step he was cursing his mother out for trying to be a sneaky fuck and set them up. 

Not on my watch. 

He kicked his bedroom door open and presented it with a sweep of his hand. 

Kirishima smiled and stepped inside. He turned about the place, eyes gleaming. “Cool! Your room is so neat and clean compared to my other friends. Man are they slobs.” 

Bakugou gave a tight chuckle and stood by the door. He didn’t know what they would be doing. 

Kirishima continued looking around until he landed on Bakugou’s comic book collection. “Oh, Dude! You like comics?” 

“Well, Yeah obviously. There’s a whole stack right there and a bunch of posters on my walls.” Bakugou pointed out with a quirked brow. 

Kirishima nodded, looking back at him. “That’s real cool! I don’t read comics much, ya know? But I can tell you really like em, pretty manly!”

Bakugou swallowed and looked away. Stay calm. Stay. Calm. “Mhm. Thanks.” He strained out finally. 

Kirishima crossed the room and flattened the shirt. Bakugou looked it over again. No, it had to be new. He’d never seen him in that red sweater before. 

Kirishima noticed him staring, “What's wrong?” 

Bakugou froze. ABORT MISSION. ABORT. MISSION. He looked away again and shrugged, “That shirt new?”

“Oh, this? Nah nah nah, I um.” Bakugou watched Kirishima narrate with his hands. “This was just in the back of my closet.” 

Bakugou frowned, “I’ve never seen you wear it, are you sure it isn’t new?” 

Kirishima waved him off, “No no! I just never wear it to school, ya know? Not really my style haha.” 

Bakugou’s brow furrowed. “It looks extremely close to your style.” 

Pink flushed over Kirishima’s cheeks, “Well- ya I guess- I um..”

He’s really cute when he’s lying. 

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he continued to sputter. Or attempting to. 

“Why? Do you like it?” 

Bakugou’s eyes shot wide back into Kirishima’s expectant and slightly hopefully gaze. What do I say? Yes. No. Take me, I’m yours? 

He was panicking once again, so what does Bakugou’s mouth do? Spit shit out. 

“Yeah! It really brings out your eyes and your muscles!” 

Fuck. Me. 

Kirishima stared for a moment. 

Bakugou cringed, Let me die here and now. I deserve it. Fuck, you idiot. Your eyes and your MUSCLES? WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINK-

Kirishima giggled, literally giggled. 

Fuck I’m gay. 

“Thats Cool, I appreciate that! My friends don’t usually compliment my style and how it works with my better features so I genuinely thank you, Dude! Your honesty is real manly!” 

Bakugou must not have heard him right because that was clearly a flirt. Did Kirishima not understand he just slipped? Is he saving my dignity? Bakugou didn’t have any left. No use in trying for salvation. 

Then. Kirishima patted Bakugou’s shoulder. 

I’m going to give him 5 seconds to remove his hand before I LOSE IT.

He giggled again, “So what were ya up to before I came out here?” 

Bakugou eyed his hand, “Science project.” 

“Science project? When did we get assigned one?” Kirishima looked puzzled. 

The hand was still there, Bakugou could feel it searing his skin. “That’s because it’s for extra credit. I finished this months extra work so I got bored.” 

“Bored!?” Kirishima choked. “Tch. Man, this is why I need to be friends with you. You’re so smart! All my others friends are dumb as hell.” 

Did he mean it in the way Bakugou thought. “You want to be friends so I can help your grade?” He accused with venom. Bakugou pulled away, stepping out of his reach. 

Now Kirishima was in panic mode. He shook his head frantically and waved his hands, “No! No no no! No that’s not what I meant! You’re just real smart and I admire that so much- I don’t want to be friends so you can help my grade! I’m serious!” 

Bakugou studied his face, searching for deception but there was none. He sighed, “Sorry for assuming you were just trying to be a two-faced bitch. S’usually what people use me for, which is why I hate everyone and chose to have no friends.” 

Kirishima shoulders relaxed, “For real? That’s messed up. I’m sorry people did that, just know I totally like you for you, Dude!” Then he realized what he said and back pedaled. “I’m not gay though- it was in a non gay way! I’m just saying I like how YOU are as a friend! Ya know?” 

Wow. That was a trip. Bakugou squinted, “You do know I never once assumed you were gay, right? I literally never thought that.” I wished it though. “So you can relax with the whole reminding me bullshit and reassuring me.” 

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck and turned away, “Sorry... So um, what do you want to do? Whatever is cool, aight? It’s your pick.” 

Bakugou looked him over before sighing and heading out back downstairs. “Fine. But you asked for it.” 

“Where are we going?” Kirishima ran after him. 

Bakugou had an idea and he knew Kirishima would enjoy it. It was safe and wouldn’t leave them alone behind closed doors. He walked towards the game room in the house and turned the lights on, “Video games. I’m going to wreck you and send you crying back to your mommy begging for your dignity.” 

Red eyebrows shot high, “Is that so?”

Bakugou grinned challengingly and handed a controller over. “Fuck yeah. What? Think you’re better or something?” 

“Dude. I know I’m better.” Kirishima took it and dropped down on the couch. 

Yeah. Now Bakugou was fired up. Kirishima was going to wish he declined that offer because Bakugou never lost a game in his life. Even to his mom who was admittedly the best at his games. 

“You’re on then, Shitty Hair.” 

A scoff, “Bring it, Blasty.”

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Kirishima had in fact beaten him. 

Multiple times. 

Each game they played. 

Bakugou was furious and cussed Kirishima out for a good three minutes until Mitsuki threatened to get a muzzle if he didn’t stop bitching so he decided pouting would be the next best thing. 

However, pouting didn’t last long when Kirishima gave a false sympathetic frown and patted his head saying rather snidely, “It’s okay, Bakugou. Better luck next time.” 

He swatted his hand away and flipped the redhead off, “Ah, fuck you.”

After the video game phenomenon, Mitsuki called them for dinner and they ate in challenged banter throughout the entire meal. Never letting up on the ball busting and playful digs. Then Kirishima had the grand idea to spend the rest of the night reading comics in Bakugou’s room. So they retreated upstairs and splayed out on his queen sized mattress with the pile of comics between them. Kirishima asked questions here and there, allowing Bakugou to flaunt his knowledge to the boy. 

Slowly, the day ended and Kirishima had to leave. 

“Thank you for letting me into your home again, Mrs. Bakugou! The food was great again as well!” 

Mitsuki smiled kindly and said, “It's not a problem, Kid. Come back anytime.” before excusing herself with a pointed look to her son. 

Bakugou scowled after her. Plotting wicked woman. 

Kirishima cleared his throat, bringing Bakugou’s attention over. 

The redhead smiled and tugged on the hem of his shirt. “I should get going, so… I’ll see you around?” 

For a moment Bakugou panicked because was he trying to schedule another meetup so soon? Was Bakugou’s schedule even open? Then he registered Kirishima meant school. Fuckin’ idiot. “Tch. Yeah, duh.” 

With that Kirishima nodded with a small laugh, “Cool Cool. Aight, see ya!”

Then he was gone.

“So. Are you going to let that poor boy keep thinking he’s straight or tell him the truth?” Mitsuki asked from behind. 

Bakugou frowned, “Huh?” 

Mitsuki smirked, “Brat, that boy is the furthest thing from straight. He may think he is, but honestly the way he’s been eyeing you all night says otherwise.” 

“Are you crazy? Kirishima is so straight. I mean straight as my fucking grades. Don’t try and get my hopes up, Hag.” Bakugou snapped and stormed up the stairs. Hell if she was going to give him false hope. What did she know? Kirishima Eijirou, gay? Nah. I’d fuckin’ wish. It’s just make believe. Obviously, if he says he’s straight and acts like it then it must be so. 

Fucking try to say he’s not straight just to make my life worse. 

Bakugou was gayer than gay as it fucking was for that guy, no need for extra torture. No point in entertaining the idea anyway. Kirishima had not given any indication. No matter how many times his hand brushed over Bakugou’s, or those red eyes were caught on him, or how easily being close came. It would not be counted towards being anything besides straight. He’s probably a real boundaryless guy. Which is fine by me. His hag was just trying to get a rise out of him, get under his skin like always. Well it didn’t fucking work. 

Bakugou had actually started to enjoy his company over the hours spent together and it wasn’t just his dick talking. 

There was a lot to learn about Kirishima and he could really be a bitchass at some points but all in all…… I like being around him. 

So maybe, just maybe… Bakugou would allow another hang out if it came about. 

He closed his door and smiled giddily. Fuck he’s so cute. Kirishima’s smile and bubbly laugh was enough to fill Bakugou’s cup until he died. What I’d give for him to be like that around me all the damn time. 

Too much. 

Bakugou got undressed as he ran through everything that happened and fell back onto his mattress with the biggest grin ever. 

Fuck, he’s amazing. 

Kirishima was lucky he’s straight otherwise Bakugou wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off. 

His phone buzzed and Bakugou shot up off the bed for it. 

[Hot Stuff]: I had fun tonight, Dude! Thanks for having me over, you’re pretty badass ;)

Bakugou grinned again. 

He thinks I’m badass. 

Monday couldn’t come fast enough. 


Over the weekend Bakugou and Kirishima texted back and forth whenever they could. Both boys were busy either doing work, or going to practice. 


[Hot Stuff]: Morning! What ya up 2?

[Me]: Figuring out where you learned how to spell. 

[Hot Stuff]: That’s pretty mean, Bakugou TnT!!!

[Me]: Whatever big baby. I’m at the gym again like I said I’d be yesterday. Honestly, do you ever retain anything?

[Hot Stuff]: Maann. You are being so cruel today, Dude. What’s wrong? Did someone say the periodic table wrong? 

[Me]: Oh fuck off 

[Hot Stuff]: Haha 

[Me]: I’m going to ignore you now. Bye

[Hot Stuff]: Talk to you later 

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*Blasty *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

[Me]: You’re insufferable


Now Monday came around and Bakugou was really looking forward to possibly seeing the boy around school. They shared a few classes together anyway so that was inevitable, but the halls and lunch was where he really wanted to see him. 

Bakugou sat in home room and waited for class to begin, same old same old. Although, something was off. Hanging in the air. 

He glanced next to him and saw two girls whispering into a seniors ear. His frizzy dyed blue hair encased his deeply in need of lotion and chapstick mug.


That bastard pretty much ran the school from the underground. While the jocks thought they had full rein, he was always pulling the strings. Getting people drugs, out of trouble, new phones, kicked out, suspended, beat up. Biggest bully and yet he was a fucking twig. Bakugou could snap that bitch in half with a pinky. 

Shigaraki held eye contact with him even after the girls left. He smiled evilly, as if he knew something Bakugou had. Which was unsettling. There was a lot of shit that Bakugou knew that couldn’t become anyone else’s business. 

Shigaraki smirked and mouthed a word that had sent rage through Bakugou’s veins for years. It had shattered then rebuilt him. Made Bakugou confused of who he was. It was disgusting and degrading. 


Bakugou’s eyes narrowed to slits before he faced the board. He could deal with that little fuck later. Right now his grade depended on the class. 

Fucking assholes. 

Shigaraki continued watching Bakugou, tapping his pen on the desk slowly. Deciding what to do with the information he had gotten. You’re done for, Kid. 



“Everyone change and head out to the field! Since its game week, we aren’t doing anything besides free time out there!” Their PE teacher shouted from the hallway so everyone could hear him. 

Bakugou huffed a sigh, that meant people would be fucking around and causing problems. 

Whatever. Just means I can finish my work for Science. 

He opened his locker and took out his tennis shoes in place of his usual boots. Bakugou sat on the bench to change shoes as the rest of the boys filed out. Leaving him alone. Well, almost. 

Someone stood behind him, casting a shadow. 

Bakugou slowed down his task but didn’t stop, “I’m going to give you three seconds to get off my back before I punch your teeth down your throat.” 

“Oh? Your boyfriend doesn’t beat up people for you? That’s a shame.” 

That voice. 

Bakugou stood to face Shigaraki. The lean boy towered over him, long arms crossed over his chest. 

“What boyfriend?” Bakugou asked, brow furrowed. He had a sickening feeling of who that asshole meant. 

Shigaraki chuckled and leaned closer, “Don't try to play dumb, Kid. I know about you and muscle head out there. Heard you two were hookin’ up on Friday.” 

Hooking up? Bakugou scoffed, stepping into his face not afraid to assert dominance. “Are you a fucking idiot? You think I’d hook up with him?” He sneered. “Thought you were smarter than that, Shigaraki.” 

The blue haired guy scowled, “Don’t get smart. Rumor is you let the star quarterback have his way with you. Said you were great.” 

A wave of nausea mixed with fury turned Bakugou’s stomach. Did Kirishima start a rumor? Did that bastard only come over just to say I let him sleep with me? 

“Fucking asshole. You’d be smart to not start rumors you don’t know shit about. We didn’t do shit besides hang out but that isn’t your business anyway.” Bakugou spat. 

A disgusting smile crept onto the seniors face. Without warning he slammed a hand on the locker behind Bakugou’s head and boxed him in. He leaned close, “Listen, Kid. I don’t care whether you spread your legs or not. Word around school is word around school. I hear the news, and I spread it around for money. Makes sense? Usually, I don’t keep my nose in business when it comes past me. But you? You’ve caused me some problems throughout my business and I ain’t too happy about that.”

Bakugou recoiled only to hit the locker. 

I admire your tanaze for coming out to everyone but I gotta say. It was pretty stupid. There are a lot of guys who would kill to have a ‘hangout’ session, as you call it.” 

Bakugou paled. 

Shigaraki looked him over before sighing, “Now, that ain’t my specialty, but it is someone else’s. He ain’t too fond of fags in a nice way, you get it? Alright. Well, it was nice talking with you.” He stood upright and tapped Bakugou’s cheek. “We’ll be in touch.” Then left. 

Bakugou stayed in place even after the door slid shut. 


He pulled off the wall, inhaling quickly. Did Kirishima seriously fucking start a rumor? How could Bakugou been so stupid to believe he’d be any different? Understanding of who he was? He’s just a fucking homophobic asshole. It almost hurt to think about it.  

Dropping down onto the bench, Bakugou tossed his shoes in the locker and pulled his hair. How fucking stupid could I get? Of course that’s what the motive was. There had been one the whole time but Bakugou couldn’t place it. Now it made sense. 

I’m just some useless quick lay. Some conquest. Bakugou grit his teeth. Some fucking fag he wanted to get his hands on to embarrass. The worst part was they hadn’t even done anything. They did nothing but yet he spread a fucking rumor. 

Bakugou stood and slammed the locker shut, leaving the locker room to head for the field. 

I fucking should have known.

Chapter Text

Bakugou pushed past everyone standing around aimlessly in front of the field. He just wanted to fucking sit on the top bleacher of the football field and do his damn work. Away from all those assholes that still couldn’t figure out a place to stick their noses. 

God, Bakugou couldn’t wait to get away. 

He shoved through the mass of students, finally into the open field. Bakugou exhaled slowly and stormed across. Maybe he was a little too worked up at the moment, but how else were you supposed to act after that shit? Kirishima was lucky Bakugou didn’t walk over and punch his pretty face in. 

Rage and disgust riddled him shaking, too caught up to hear the loud “Look Out!” before someone was falling into him. 

Bakugou stumbled, dropping all his books in the dew soaked grass. Papers flying out and scattered. 

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry-..“

He whirled around just about ready to wring the assholes neck.



The blond stopped when the bright smiling redhead stood before him.


Bakugou clenched his jaw, “What the fuck do you want?” Here to laugh about your fucking rumor? 

Kirishima didn’t seem to notice his attitude change at all, “I’m really sorry about bumping into you, T threw the ball a little further than we planned.” He rubbed the back of his neck, exposed bicep flexing. 

Bakugou forced his attention back on Kirishima’s face. Fuck! Stop checking him out. 

“I didn’t know you were in this class, never seen you around.” 

Bakugou scoffed and turned back to pick up his abused work. “I wouldn’t expect you to. Too busy with your nose in a huddle or some girls’ tits anyway.” 

There was a startled noise behind him that Bakugou would rather not believe came from such a huge guy like Kirishima.

“O-oh, haha yeah! Tits! Always in em, ya know?” 

Bakugou stopped and turned around slowly, brow creased. Did this idiot really just say that?

Kirishima’s smile dropped, “B-But you don’t- you like um… you… you like-“

“Dick, Kirishima. I like dick.” Bakugou deadpanned and stared the 6’1 jock dead in his eyes. 

A hot blush crashed down across those high cheekbones and now Kirishima was speechless except for that startled noise again. 

Bakugou scoffed and went back to picking up his papers. Dumbass, bastard. 

Bakugou turned back to face Kirishima, arms crossed over his collected books. “Why are you still standing here?”

The taller boy jerked back into reality and cleared his throat, “I just wanted to thank you again for Friday. Was real cool hanging out with you.”

Bakugou’s gaze hardened. 

“I had fun with you!” 

Bet you fucking did. 

Kirishima beamed with a shrug, “We should really do it again sometime!” 

Again? Bakugou recoiled as if the suggestion had struck him hard. Just so you can say I let you do it again? Really? “No. I don’t fucking think so, I’m not giving you another chance to say I spread my legs for you so easily like one of your other bitches.” 

Kirishima’s face contorted to confusion, “Wha-“

Bakugou shoved him back, “Why don’t you fuck off and leave me alone? Yeah?” 

Kirishima’s eyes widened. 

“Go fucking hang out with someone else and spread rumors about them instead, you asshole!” Bakugou spat with so much venom, Kirishima took a step back. Fuck him. How dare he have the audacity to even suggest hanging out again? Even after what he said. 

“What are you talking about?” Kirishima stepped forward, brow creased. 

Is he fucking serious? Bakugou hunched his shoulders in anger and stepped into his face, “The fuck am I talking about!? Don’t act so fucking innocent, Prick! I knew there were assholes out here but I didn’t think you’d stoop low enough to spread rumors about ‘us’! ” 

“Ru-rumors?” Kirishima choked out, shaking his head in confusion. “Bakugou, where did that come from?” 

Was he really going to deny it? God I can’t stand you. Bakugou opened his mouth to curse him out when blue caught his eye. 

Shigaraki leaned against the field goal with a wide smirk. When Bakugou looked his way, the senior waved. 


Bakugou stepped back. I can’t make it look like anything. “Just stay away from me, Kirishima. It’s bad enough you lied about what we did on Friday but then you ask to hang out again? You’re sick.” 

Kirishima stepped forward, hand reaching for him. “Bakugou, I didn’t-“

“Stop.” Making distance, Bakugou backed up. “Get away from me. You’re just as bad as the rest of those homophobic assholes.” 

Kirishima stopped dead, hurt clear across his face. 

Bakugou shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. Why the fuck was he even going to cry over this? Because I let myself slip up once and this is what I get. “I really hate you. We aren’t friends, go back to where you belong.” Then Bakugou turned away for the bleachers. Ignoring Kirishima’s calls as he hugged his books tighter. 

There should be no reason for Bakugou to cry over him, to cry over what was said. Reason to be angry? Hell yeah. Bakugou had every right to be pissed off but sad? Betrayed? No. No, Bakugou didn’t think so. 

Sure, Kirishima Eijirou had been his crush for a good two years and counting. The guy seemed sweeter than candy and nicer than a puppy. Bakugou had felt safe when he came to like the boy. Then, it blew up like a bomb. It could have been worse. That at least was true. Kirishima could have taunted him, actually tried some shit on friday. Acting oblivious is just as bad though. 

Bakugou got to the top of the bleachers and looked down to see the tiny figure of Kirishima shaking his head walking back to the huddle of players. 

He sighed out and dropped on a bench, planning to busy himself with work. 

Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuckhim fuckhim fuckhim. Wind ruffled his hair, today was already sucking ass. 

Bakugou glanced to the field goal but Shigaraki was nowhere in sight. 

I’m fucked.


Bakugou avoided lunch all together, deciding with hiding out in a janitor's closet until the bell rang and he could slip away. Knowing full well if he stepped foot into there, Kirishima would be on him to ask questions. 

Act like an innocent bastard again. 

The rest of Monday went by in a blur, a rushed and stressful blur. Bakugou left out the back door and took the forest path home, not wanting to see the quarterback. By tomorrow shit would hit the fan and there was nothing Bakugou could do besides go home and mentally prepare. 

Not like my life wasn’t hard enough to start with. 



By Thursday, Bakugou had officially lost his shit.


[Assfuck Missed Calls(50)]

[Assfuck]: Bakugou answer me

[Assfuck]: Bakugou please 

[Assfuck]: Just answer so we can talk. Tell me what happened, please. 

[Assfuck]: Bakugou just tell me what you meant by rumors

[Assfuck]: What rumors did I start? I didn’t say shit to anyone about our hangout

[Assfuck]: Well I did, but only to Mina but she keeps secrets like she keeps blackmail 

[Assfuck]: Wait shit 

[Assfuck]: Not blackmail on you

[Assfuck]: That came out wrong!!

[Assfuck]: Dude, please

[Assfuck]: Bakugou answer, please. I don’t know what happened but I’m sorry


Bakugou growled at the messages and chucked his phone clear across the room. Kirishima hadn’t stopped bother him since Monday. Always looking for him in the halls, lurking during lunch, asking to move seats in class. It took every ounce of Bakugou’s commitment to successfully avoid him. For some reason, the redhead just couldn’t take a hint. 

Then the little asshole Shigaraki had been appearing more as of late. Showing up in Bakugou’s line of sight, only for him to blink and the senior disappear. In his peripheral, then glance over and there will be nothing. Or casting a shadow, but for there to be an empty hallway once he turned around. Bakugou knew the tactic was supposed to scare him, that much was clear. All it did, however, was chip away at the patience bar deep inside Bakugou’s head. If anything, his tactic was just putting him on edge.

The rumor spread like a disease, plaguing everyone’s mouth to carry out and share it with others. Taunting looks and suggestive smiles had been flashed his way on Tuesday. Comments and leers by Wednesday. 

Bakugou walked down the halls constantly on defense against everyone. Every question was the same, nothing different besides the wording. 

“So you came out just to get wrecked?”

“So you went right for the quarterback?” 

“How was he?”

“Did you beg?”

“Do you offer anymore hangout sessions?”

“You busy Friday?”

In all of that, Bakugou still held onto the truth that they never did anything. In all of it, Kirishima still never seemed to get the same treatment. Never got comments, or if he did they must be of congratulations because that smile never faltered. 

Not unless he looked my way. 

Nothing. Bakugou wanted nothing to do with him anymore. There had been a slight chance for a possible friendship to grow. I even said I liked his company. But no, that was crushed and scorned. 

Leave it to Bakugou to become his own undoing. Letting himself get feelings and open up just slight to anyone with a pretty smile, gorgeous eyes and sculpted muscles. 

That was the reward he got for it. 

A bad reputation and soon to be mark on his record if guys didn’t stop trying to corner him around the school. Asking for favors and getting a little too friendly with their advances. 

Bakugou knew that was the cost of coming out, he still didn’t regret it. Though, Bakugou would definitely regret not standing up to the next asshole who tried to pass a comment. 

Bakugou strode down the halls, head still high held. No sign of fear or tainting in himself, they couldn’t get that far. 

The looks persisted, the comments thrown about at his expense. Laughter, sneers, taunts, jabs, digs. Bakugou just kept walking. Walking to his destination, then the next, and then on until he arrived home. Just to do it all again. 

Maybe they were acting out because Bakugou hadn’t lashed out yet, fought someone or cursed anyone out. Shame on him then. In time. Not yet. The anger was building up, everyday added to it. 


Lunch already passed again, he spent that in the nurses bathroom under the pretense of being sick from the cafeteria food despite always bringing a home lunch. 

Kirishima had been nowhere in sight all day, not even in class. 

Bakugou slipped down a back hall to take the long way to his English class when someone grabbed his arm. He tensed, expecting another one of those assholes only to find a different asshole. 

Kirishima looked stressed, wound up. 

“Bakugou, we need to talk.” 

Which Bakugou found hilarious, because what was there to talk about? The next time Kirishima could come over just to sound like a lucky guy? How much his status had gone up since? 

There was nothing to be said. 

“No we do not. I told you to stay the hell away from me!”

Kirishima only grew more stressed, groaning in frustration and running a huge hand through his messy hair. 

“Yeah, you did. But this is important- Bakugou you need to listen and hear what I am trying to tell you.” 

Bakugou huffed a scornful laugh and stepped back. 

Not happening. Go talk about it to your friends, I’m sure their dying to get another take on your so fortunate night.”

Kirishima tugged in his hair, then pleaded desperately. 

“Bakugou, please. Just listen to what I have to say-“

“I hope you enjoyed ruining my life. Did you at least say I was good? You must have, with how many guys have been coming up to me and asking for favors.”

Kirishima stopped mid pull on his hair and tilted his head to the side with a frown. 


Bakugou laughed, bet he didn’t know that. 

“Ever since your little story, everyone has been hot on my ass for a ‘hangout session’. I almost fought a senior for getting a little too hands-on but what do you care? It’s not like it matters-“

“Who were they?” 

Bakugou crossed his arms, “What-”

Kirishima stepped in so close, his cologne hit the back of Bakugou’s throat. 

Give me their names.” He demanded low. 

That’s when Bakugou’s knees decided would be a grand time to become weak. Fucking traitors. 

Names. Did he even know names? 

I don’t know their names but I know two were from the soccer team, captain and his best friend. Little fucks. Then the others were literally from your team. Now, why does it fucking matter?” What was his problem all of a sudden with it?

Kirishima’s normal sunshine gaze darkened and Bakugou felt the hall grow colder. The redhead loomed for a moment before sighing and stepped back. “I’ll see you later.” And left. 

Bakugou watched him go before flipping him the bird and heading back off to English. 

Like hell you will. 






Bakugou jumped the stairs and slid down the railing. “YEAH YEAH! I HEARD IT!” 

Who was there? The hag hadn’t said anything about guest and the old man was on a business trip for another week. Who the fuck? 

Bakugou opened the door to come face to face with a visibly restless Kirishima. 

“What the fuck!?” Bakugou shouted. 

Kirishima seemed to relax once he looked at the shorter boy, “Can I come in?” 

“Came you come-“ Bakugou had to take a second to really grasp the reality that such a stupid question had been asked. “Are you fucking serious?! Can you come in!?”

“Yeah.” Kirishima confirmed simply. 

“No you cannot! I told you to stay the hell away from me and showing up at my house is not doing that!” Bakugou yelled, jabbing a finger into his toned chest. 

Kirishima stepped back and nodded, “I know but I really need to talk to you and.. fuck! ” He ran a hand through his hair and Bakugou caught sight of the torn and bruised knuckles. “I just really need to talk to you . Tell you what actually happened because-“

“What happened to your hand?” Bakugou grabbed his hand and inspected the knuckles. They were an angry red with purple and yellow around them. 


Bakugou glanced up. 

Kirishima sighed and hung his head, “After you told me about the guys that tried to make a pass, I kinda got pissed off so I found them and lost my cool.” 

That took the blond by surprise. He stared at the boy. He did that for me? 

Kirishima kept his head lowered, not daring to look Bakugou in the eyes. 

Bakugou let his eyes fall back to the large hand in his. They dwarfed them by a good inch, but Bakugou’s were far more calloused. 

Why did he do that? 

Could that mean...

“Tch.” Bakugou stepped back into the house, letting the hand fall. “Come in, Dumbass. You’ve got explaining to do, and you’re icing that hand.” 

Kirishima lifted his head quickly, eyes gleaming with hope. “Of course, thanks.” 

Bakugou’s said nothing more, leaving the door open for Kirishima to handle. 

I better not regret this.

Chapter Text

What was he doing? 

Bakugou didn’t know what came over him, what pushover part of his mind caved to those big eyes. 

He turned it over in his head while he dug through the bathroom cabinets for the first aid kit. Opening drawers, moving items around. 

It’s here somewhere.” He said mostly to himself, but Kirishima heard it. 

The redhead sat on the toilet seat, injured hands resting on his lap as he watched Bakugou tear through everything. He hadn’t uttered a word since entering the house besides a quick hello to Mitsuki. Then silence.

After another look in every area, Bakugou grunted and left the bathroom to search in another place. He stomped across the hall and opened the closet, moving baskets of shampoo and shit around until he finally found the white case with a red cross on its cover. 


Kirishima was sitting in his bathroom, in his house, waiting to be tended to by Bakugou. Even after all the rumors went around and had put a large target on his back. Now, Bakugou wasn’t going to ignore the slight detail that he was tending to injuries made in his honor, but there would be no thanks given. 

When he entered the bathroom again, Kirishima hadn’t moved an inch. Eyes trained on the floor in front of him like some dog that had been scolded. 

Bakugou grunted and dropped the box onto the counter and opened it. He’d need to check the hand closer now that they were in the light. Just in case the knuckles were split as well. 

He deserved split knuckles for all the shit I’ve been through. 

Bakugou stepped between Kirishima’s long legs, taking a moment to regard how thick his thighs were compared to Bakugou’s own before holding a hand out. “Hand.” 

Kirishima lifted his gaze up Bakugou slowly until it reached a steeled crimson stare. Slowly, he offered his hand up into Bakugou’s. 

The smaller man huffed and brought it harshly up to his eyes. Inspecting the colored and raw flesh. 

Kirishima’s knuckles were in tough shape: purple and yellow bruises encased his first two knuckles then speckled the rest, blood smeared over them but Bakugou couldn’t tell if it was his or someone else’s. They weren’t broken, that much was clear. 

Lucky bastard. 

“Wash your hands.” Bakugou commanded, giving Kirishima enough space to reach the sink. He stayed quiet and for that Bakugou was thankful. Right now, nothing needed to be said. 

Kirishima dried his hands off and plopped back down on the toilet. In their position, Bakugou was about eye level to the quarterback, making him feel even tinier near him. 

Fuck, that should not be so hot.

Bakugou stood between his knees, leaning over him to grab cotton swabs and bacitracin. 

Why had Kirishima even done all that? 

The blond held his hand out again and Kirishima obeyed the silent command. Watching him become consumed in his task. 

The hand had tiny cuts over the knuckles. That’s not so bad. A little dot of bacitracin was applied around his hand. Slowly he started to smear it all over. 

Kirishima pulled away slightly when Bakugou pressed hard. 

“Stop moving!” Bakugou scolded, gripping him firmer. 

Kirishima frowned but obeyed. 

Bakugou continued his work. 

What was the correlation between everything? Where had it originated? 


The first initial contact had been from Shigaraki, and he was known to stir shit up. 

Could that bastard have started it all? 

It was a possibility, but where had he even heard about their hang out? That’s where Kirishima would come in. If he actually had told people false stories, then that would explain Shigaraki’s report. However, would someone that didn’t really see Bakugou with value, go head and beat up people that made passes to him? Treated him just the way Kirishima ‘said’ he liked to be? The way he ‘let’ people treat him? 

No. That’s where something doesn’t add up. 

Unless Kirishima was a possessive asshole that only wanted Bakugou to himself for a sick power move. That was a possibility but he hadn’t seemed that way. 

Just protective. 


Bakugou let the hand drop once more.

“Ice time,” He mumbled and put all the supplies away. 

Kirishima followed close behind, all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Bakugou rummaged through the freezer for a soft ice pack and wrapped it in a towel. 

He turned back to Kirishima, grabbing his hand again and placing the ice pack on top. 

The redhead hissed and tried to yank his hand back, “He-Hey, that hurts!” 

Bakugou lifted the ice with a quirked brow, “When you bruise your knuckles, you’re suppose to apply cold pressure for 15-20 minutes to reduce swelling. It’s going to fuckin’ hurt.” 

Kirishima pouted but didn’t put his hand back, “Yeah, but you don’t have to try and make it worse.”

God, what a baby. Bakugou cocked his head to the side with a sigh, “Fine. I’ll be gentle so you don’t cry, now give me your hand.” 

Kirishima hesitated before holding his hand out again. Bakugou took it back and followed through, holding the ice against his knuckles gently. 

They stood in that kitchen for another five minutes. Bakugou’s brow was bunched together in a scowl while he thought, eyes distant. Kirishima watched him, eyes looking him over slowly. Pain in his hand long forgotten.

That huge hand warmed Bakugou’s. 

He really was massive. 

It tightened the hold on him slightly. 

Bakugou almost jump.

Crimson eyes lifted up, meeting ruby. 

Why did you do it? 

He’d find out in a minute. 

Bakugou stepped back, put the ice pack away. Without a word, he walked up to his room. Already knowing Kirishima was right behind. 

When had it all gone wrong? 

Oh don’t act confused and in disarray. You know damn well when. 

It started from agreeing to even hang out with the big oaf. Falling victim to his smile and kind guy act. Classic shit Bakugou should have picked up like some hound dog on a case. Though, what can you do when there is a nice plate of meat in the way and all you wanna do is dig in? 

Shit is hard to move past. 

But so was having rumors spread about you and becoming a bigger slut by word of mouth in that High School’s history. 

I might actually punch him in the face. 

It was tempting. 

Bakugou stepped to the side, Kirishima continued in the room and stood by his dresser. The shorter male shut the door and made a show of slowly walking to the bed and sitting on its edge. Leaning back on his hands like he was about to scold the quarterback into oblivion. He might as well. 

Kirishima shifted with nerves, chewing on his plush lip and frowned. 

Bakugou decided, with disdain, that such an expression didn’t suit his features at all. 

“I’m listening.” He hummed coldly. 

Kirishima nodded and stepped towards him, “Bakugo, I-“ The blond perked a brow at his advances so Kirishima stayed in place, hands clenched by his side. 

“I know it looks horrible, and really bad on my part.”

Oh extremely.

“And I probably seem like some scumbag that only wanted to ‘hang out’ with you because I wanted to embarrass you,”

The biggest. 

“Or because I just wanted to use you to gain popularity or come off better than anyone else to have been able to get the gay kid in school to sleep with me.” 

Bakugou frowned. Well. I did not think of that one. 

Kirishima’s expression was disgusted before snapping rapidly to distress. “But that is a bunch of bullshit. I mean, what kind of person would even do that?” 

Bakugou shrugged, “I don’t know, Kirishima. What kind?” 

Kirishima scowled at the floor, “Some worthless piece of shit that doesn’t understand what a virtue it is to hang out with you. A kind of person that deserved to get punched in the face over and over and taken to the hospital for a broken nose and fractured jaw or whatever.” He raised his bruised hand haphazardly and let it drop. 

A swell of something twitched in Bakugou’s chest at that. A virtue? Kirishima plain and simple said his company was a virtue. But was it still just pretty words? And he sent someone to the fucking hospital? 

Kirishima wasn’t done though, not by a long shot. The redhead began pacing his room, teeth gritted in anger. “People that spread rumors always pissed me off. Even in middle school when I was… but then, I wasn’t able to do shit. Now I can. And I did. I punched those assholes in the face but it’s not enough- I know it’s not enough.” He stopped and faced the blond. “It’s not enough because you still don’t believe me. It’s true, isn’t it?” 

There was a part of him that did not believe nor want to of what the quarterback was saying. It was the same part that preferred being alone and riding solo. Then the other half that was absolutely swooning and swaying to the words leaving those pretty lips and knowing what he had done. Whether or not they would come to an agreement would be hard. Bakugou was still scorned from it all. 

He huffed coldly, “What do you think? Of course I’m upset still. I was harassed verbally and physically. They didn’t get as far as they hoped but it was still far enough. I don’t know what you were thinking, telling people about our hang out. You know the school is a homophobic garbage clusterfuck. Why? And the worst part is it got to fucking Shigaraki, of all people.” 

Shigaraki could go fuck himself. 

“I’m sorry, did you say Shigaraki?” Kirishima asked low. In the same tone when he asked for those bastards names in the hall. 

Bakugou set him with a calculating narrowed stare. “Were you not listening? God, must I repeat my-“

Kirishima took a step closer, “Don't be like that, Bakugou. Just tell me what he said.” 

The blond snapped his head back and stood up, “You can’t tell me what to not be like! I can act however I want!” But his retort didn’t waver Kirishima’s angered expression. 

He looked just about ready to snap.  

Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make him twitch, interested. 

Finally he rolled his eyes and dropped back on the bed, “The day I told you to ‘go fuck yourself, piece of utter shit ’ in the field-“

“You never said that.”

“Was the day Shigaraki snuck up on me in the locker room. Passed a comment on my ‘boyfriend’, and had me right in his hand. Pretty much, the asshole said word around the school was that we hooked up on Friday and that I…”

Bakugou looked away.

“I.. let you have your way with me.. I told him he was fucking stupid and that we didn’t nor was it any of his damn business. Then he threatened me and left. Bastard touched my face like we were close.” 

Kirishima was silent. 

Bakugou scowled at his hands, “I was pissed off. I felt disgusting and so- so fucking- fuck, I just felt horrible.” Crimson eyes lifted to settle on Kirishima’s back.

“I just couldn’t, I can’t understand how what or why. I just fucking can’t grasp it at all, put it in perspective, Kirishima. Explain what the fuck was your reason for all of that.” 

Kirishima stayed silent, turned away. His head shook slowly. 

Is he ignoring me? 

“Can you? Is that even a possibility?” 


Bakugou was starting to become angry. “Or am I going to stay in dark as some quarterbacks open hole to fuck into!?” 

The more Kirishima stayed silent the more he grew desperate for a response. Bakugou stood and stepped towards him,  “Am I that useless and meaningless that you can even look at me!?” 

Angry tears pricked his eyes. 

Fucking bastard! 

“Who did you tell!? Did you tell Shigaraki directly!?”

Bakugou clenched his fists. All resolve snapped.

“Did you not expect this!? What the FUCK! What am I, Kirishima!? Was I good!? You never answered that! Never said how amazing I was, never teased me so I knew what I had to look forward to when someone else came knocking at my door or sat at my fucking table!” 

He gripped Kirishima’s shirt and tugged, “HUH!?” 

That was when Kirishima turned around, tears streaming down his face. 

Bakugou faltered, own angry expression losing steam at the sight of how utterly ruined the taller boy looked. 

Kirishima inhaled slowly, clearing his throat and looked off. “I.. um.” 

Slowly, Bakugou saw his shoulders begin to shake. 

What did- 

“I got to go.”   

Bakugou stared. “What?” 

Kirishima pulled out of his grip, “I’m sorry, I just-.. I gotta go.” He took off out the door. 

Leaving Bakugou standing in the middle of his room alone, without an actual explanation, crying, and utterly fucking lost. 

He heard the front door open and close before fully looking at himself in the mirror and throwing a hand over his mouth to stifle the sobs. 

Bakugou turned away, a high pitched whine leaving him. 

What the FUCK? 

Fuck, why can’t this just be over? What did I fucking do for this? 

The loss of something he never really had seeped into his lungs and slowly Bakugou couldn’t breathe. Beginning to choke on his own air. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

And just like that, Bakugou officially was alone.

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I’m alone. 

That’s all Bakugou could think about as he traveled down the halls of the school. Books in hand, head still held high. 

He was alone and there was nothing to do about it. 

Nothing could ever change that, sure he had his mom and on occasions a cousin or two that stopped by and shared his competitive nature but they didn’t count. That was family, and Bakugou was not necessarily family oriented. 

Not to the degree that someone would need to not have friends. 

It’s better this way. 

That’s what he told himself every second that a stab of pain coursed through him whenever he walked by anything that reminded him of Kirishima. Bakugou was still pissed off, but now he was hurt. 

They were supposed to sit down and talk but Kirishima ran out, never gave an explanation as to why so Bakugou could get clear headspace on it. Not once saying where it came from. Only came in to say he punched a few guys in his honor, got patched up, preached about how horrible spreading rumors were, then cried and left. 

You see the confusion? 

How was Bakugou supposed to move on, forgive and maybe forget if that idiot didn’t even tell him enough? 

What was he supposed to do? Fill in the lines? Fuck no. 

It’s better this way.  

Yeah. It was. But saying it was better that way wasn’t Bakugou’s way of being sad and just succumbing to the circumstances. He agreed that it was better, preferred it that way. Alone. Focused. Unbothered. 

However, unbothered wouldn’t do because he was still getting leered on at school but nothing Bakugou couldn’t handle. 

Then again. 

Deep in the back of his mind. Buried down for obvious reasons, Bakugou did want to be friends. 

He really wanted to. 

But he was in the dark still, there was no room for forgiveness. So, if Bakugou had come to find out that the rumors did stem from him. Well, that would be embarrassing. 

The point was, fuck Kirishima Eijirou. 


He expected many things to continue or start up since the rumors. It was high school after all. 

Though, what Bakugou hadn’t expected was to be flanked by a bunch of tall and muscular idiots. 

It started late that week, after some asshole actually did get their hands on Bakugou. 

It wasn’t anything shocking, they grabbed his wrist. 

Bakugou gave him a bruised jaw and a hearing problem for a week but what happened after was the shocking part. Behind him, stood familiar people. 

Now, it took some time to realize who they were because Bakugou couldn’t go around remembering everyone’s name. That would take up too much space. But halfway into Tuesday, it clicked. 

And Bakugou was pissed. 

He glanced over his shoulder at the very obvious Tetsutetsu that was stopped to read a bulletin, waiting while Bakugou grabbed his chemistry book. 

The linebacker had been tailing him since setting foot on campus. 

Bakugou noticed right away, it’s hard not to see a tall mass of muscle following you down every hall and every angles. 

Bakugou didn’t know what the fuck was up. 

He slammed his locker shut and continued walking down the hall, glancing over his shoulder once. 

Tetsutetsu was following slowly, head facing somewhere else. Seeming distracted. 

Bakugou scoffed. Idiot. 

Without looking back again, Bakugou stomped to class and sat inside. 

It’s fine. They will stop by tomorrow, it is probably for only a day. 

Something deep in his head uncurled and gave the horrible notion of, ‘They want to try what Kirishima claimed to have done’. Bakugou shivered. Hell if he would let that happen. 

So, at the end of the day he slipped out the back door and took the forest path home. 

No one followed him. 

They didn’t stop.

In fact, even more seemed to correlate around Bakugou as the week progressed.  

Flanking him on the way to class, lurking around his lunch table. 

It was putting him so on edge that he snapped his favorite pencil in the middle of finishing an essay when one walked right by the table. 

Not to mention Kirishima was actively avoiding him, sitting in the back of class, literally turning right around and going down a different hall when they caught sight of each other. Even then, Kirishima sat on the complete opposite side of the lunchroom or just didn’t show at all. 

That probably hurt the worst. 

Kirishima couldn’t even look Bakugou in his eyes without something guarded flashing through and making him duck away or pretend he hadn’t even seen the blond. 

Bakugou grit his teeth and turned away, too prideful and scorned to try and fix anything. It wasn’t his damn job to fix anything actually. 

Fuck that. 

Kirishima would need to be the one, he owed Bakugou an explanation anyway. 

Not to mention an explanation as to why half the football team and a very pink oriented girl had been trailing him for a week and a half. 

Shit was getting out of hand. 

Normally, Bakugou could ignore it or lose them. 

Each usually followed individually or as a tag team. 

What really got under his skin was the fact that all the homophobic assholes never passed comments or gave Bakugou looks when they were around. It was like their mere presence warded all the fuckers of the school away. Not Bakugou’s fists, not his threats, not his yells. 


The fucking shadows of those assholes was what sent them running or had them shutting their mouths. 


The last straw had been on Thursday, after lunch. 

Bakugou had study hall after so he could take his damn time to class. He knew they were following him well before they made themselves known, well before he glanced back to have his assumptions confirmed. 

They had gotten bolder each day, not caring to stay back or ‘pretend’ to stay hidden. Shame on his part for not telling them to fuck off sooner. Though, that would change in a moment. 

Bakugou wanted answers. He wanted them now. 

Quickly he took a sharp turn down a hall he knew would be empty and hid behind a wall, waiting. 

On que, that girl and Kaminari passed him. Looking around as if confused at how he disappeared out of thin air. 

Absolute idiots. 

He stepped out and grunted, grabbing their attention. “Alright. The jig is fuckin’ up. Tell me what the fuck you want so I can hurry up and beat the shit out of you both.”

The girl glanced to Kaminari, blowing a large bubble and let it pop. “Honey, you wouldn’t be able to hurt us.” 

Kaminari shrugged, “Well, I don’t know about that, Mina. He did throw Monoma off the bleachers a months ago.”

Bakugou scoffed and puffed his chest out.  


Truth be told, Bakugou was shorter than all of Kirishima’s friends. He couldn’t help if they were on stilts and he was vertically challenged. But Bakugou would be damned if he let that stop him from being able to bench them easy. 

“Listen, Dumb-Dumb Bubble Gum Bitch. I don’t give a shit. I want to know why the fuck you two and half the football team have been on my ass lately. You want test answers? A clue? Want to fucking harass me too, then get in line.” 

Kaminari huffed a laugh and shook his head easily, “Dude, no. We don’t want any of that. We only follow you because Kir—“ then he shut his mouth quickly and paled. 

Bakugou narrowed his eyes and stepped closer, head tilted. “Because?” 

Mina shifted on her heels and swayed, “You just looked lonely, Hun. Wanted to know if you needed any—“

“Don’t lie to me. I’m not valedictorian for no fuckin reason. Spill.” Bakugou cut her off and snarled. Arms crossed. 

He would get answers. 

Mina sighed and nodded to Kaminari, pulling on her pink leather jacket. Kaminari leaned off the wall, “Kirishima put everyone on the job.”

Bakugou’s eyes went wide. 


Kaminari made a vague hand motion. “About a week ago he came to us distressed and told us to keep an eye on you. To watch over you and make sure, as he said ‘No assholes try anything again’.”

Then Mina shrugged. “We were hesitant at first but then we came around.”

Bakugou’s mind was swirling. 

Kirishima had them follow me around? 

And if that wasn’t enough information, 

Because he didn’t want anyone to bother me again?

What the fuck was his deal? Couldn’t he just face Bakugou like a man and say what all of that was about? Without hiring people to do something so-so-


Fuck Kirishima. 

Bakugou lowered his voice. “Why?” 

“Why what, Dude?” 

“Why did he make you do it? Why make his friends follow me around? Why try and keep me unbothered? Why the fuck is he doing all of this for me? After what he did.”

Mina watched him for a moment before sympathy and understanding crossed her face. She sighed, “He hasn’t told you, has he?” 

Well wasn’t that great news. More vague messages. 

Bakugou clenched his fists, “Obviously fucking not!” 

Mina nodded, “Kirishima feels horrible for everything. He feels real guilty about it all.”

The blond scoffed, “As he fucking should. He caused me so much fucking grief—“

“He didn’t do it.” Mina cut in. 

Bakugou frowned, “What? What do you mean he didn’t do it? Who the fuck else could have known about Friday?“

Kaminari put his hands in both pockets. “We don’t know where it came from but Kirishima has been getting shit for it too. Finally snapped and put some of our guys and a few soccer kids in the hospital. Coach vouched so he wouldn’t get suspended. Lucky if you ask me should talk to him.”

Talk to him? 

“Really?” Bakugou stared them down. Why should he be the one to reach out? “Is that honestly the suggestion you are going to give me?” 

Both of them nodded slowly. 


Bakugou groaned and pulled on his hair, “Well that’s great, super job with the pep talks. You guys are no fuckin’ help at all.” He laughed then, “Talk to him? I’m sorry, it’s just fucking stupid. I’m not going to go to that bastard just to make a fool of myself for believing someone in this shit school wasn’t an asshole with ill intentions for me. But I guess even he can’t be perfect—“

Mina leaned close, bubble popping inches from his face. Bakugou pulled him head back, she looked pissed. “Listen. I don’t know what happened between you two but Kirishima is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He wouldn’t hurt a damn fly even if it held a gun to his head. So whatever conception you have of him in your head is wrong. Kirishima would never spread rumors about someone he… of anyone.” Her golden eyeshadow stare narrowed “He won't go to you on his own. Kirishima doesn’t want to push your boundaries and make anything worse. Bless his soul. So. You want answers? You want things fixed? Go talk to him. He has practice after school this entire week for the game.” 

She stood back up and looked to Kaminari and nodded her head. They walked past him towards the entrance of the hall. 

“Do or don’t. Now it’s all in your hands. Either way, whatever happens is ultimately both of your faults. Lack of communication is tricky.” 

Bakugou glared at the carpeted floor. Jaw gritted in frustration. 

The bell rang. 

“You’re late. We will be back to walk you to your next class. I’m sure you can make it there just fine for now.” Kaminari spoke up. 

Then their footsteps grew softer until Bakugou was left in silence. 


Now what? 

Did Bakugou go and talk to him after school at his damn practice or leave it be? 

The rumors would subside soon, it could be waited out. 

But that wasn’t the pressing matter. 


That’s the one thing Bakugou wanted. Where had it all come from, why had Shigaraki jumped on it so eagerly, why had Kirishima been crying, why was he avoiding him now, why send his friends out, why? Why for Bakugou? 

What the fuck was happening right under his nose? 

Am I missing something? I’m missing something. 

Fuck. What is it? 

Bakugou couldn’t decide. Why would he even think about stepping close to the redhead? It would only look bad. 

But I… 


I want to.. 

He lifted his head up and went to turn around when there was a hand on his shoulder. 

Bakugou went rigid as someone leaned close to his ear and exhaled slowly. 

Another hand snaked around his waist. 

He trembled softly, heart rate spiking. 

Finally. You’re alone.”

The blond’s eyes shot wide. 


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Nausea curled in the pit of Bakugou’s stomach as the guy purred into his ear. 

I was almost afraid we wouldn’t be able to talk again.”

The hand squeezed tighter. “But now I’ve got you all to myself.” He said with a hint of cheer in his voice. 

It almost sent Bakugou’s lunch up his throat. 

How could he seriously be happy about it all? 

And he’s fucking touching me. 

Bakugou tried to lean away, teeth gritted in disgust and slow bubbling rage. “I don’t think you know just how dangerous what you’re doing it.” 

“Oh? Do humor me, Bakugou.”

Fucking asshole. 

No. Bakugou was done with holding back and pulling punches. “I didn’t do something before and I paid for it. But now? I’m not making that mistake again.” Bakugou set his feet, grabbed both hands and pulled over his shoulder. “DIE!” 

Shigaraki went hurtling into the air and landed on his back with a strangled cry. Coughing and gasping for air. 

“You-.. fuck! You-bastard!” 

Bakugou stalked forward and stood over him, eyes blazing. “I’ve just about had it with your fuckin’ antics! Leave me the hell alone or I’m going to end up getting us both kicked out of school. Me for jail and you because I put your scum ass in the grave.” 

He was seething. That senior had been giving him grief for far too long, god there was so many things Bakugou would love to do but it wouldn’t make a difference. 

He kicked his shoulder, “The next time you fucking bother me, come near me, dare even breathe around my general area and I will destroy you. DO YOU HEAR ME!?” 

Shigaraki coughed and glared. 

Bakugou nodded, “Good. Now excuse me, I’m fuckin’ late.” Turned on his platform booted heal and headed to study hall. 

Fuck Shigaraki. It was just one right after the other lately once again. 

Bakugou couldn’t catch a break. 

He better not bother me again or I will break his chap lip covered teeth. 

The blond slammed the study hall door open and took his seat.

So much filling his mind that in the end, Bakugou just stared at his desk with half assed focus. 

Then those assholes want me to go and talk to Kirishima after school at his practice? 

Hah. Wasn’t that just peachy. 

Bakugou not only had to swallow his own pride and step out of comfort zones to go see him, but also hear him out and not jump at the quarterback's throat. 

All were very hard to accomplish. 

The blond pulled on his hair softly, a tick he did whenever too many things clouded his head. 

What would he do? 

Going to talk with Kirishima could bring so much light to everything and possibly fix their on hold friendship. It could give Bakugou the chance to see just how badly Kirishima meant his sorry. Just what he was thinking, sending his friends around Bakugou. 

It could be the complete turning point. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened. 

Kirishima and him could actually be able to work it out and get to the bottom of everything. 

Then it’s settled. 

Bakugou packed up to head for his next class. 

I’m not doing it. 

Chapter Text

Bakugou sat at his empty table and ate the premade lunch without so much as a glance towards Kirishima’s table. 

Go see him my ass. Yeah. Fuck. No. 

Thanks to a very long talk with his mother, Bakugou was riding a new high of fuck Kirishima Eijirou. Both concluding that words weren’t disputable compared to actions. So you better bet he was not going to give Kirishima a chance, using his pain as a means to turn away. 

The guard dogs have been sticking to their jobs pretty well, Bakugou couldn’t even shake them. Impressive… almost. Now however, they were nowhere in sight. Home free, now I can enjoy my food alone. 

So he thought. 

People sat down at the table. 

Bakugou went rigid and looked around to see all of Kirishima’s little bodyguards smiling his way. The blond groaned, “Can I fuckin’ help you? Ya lost?” 

Tetsutetsu shook his head with a toothy grin, “No, Little Dude.” 

Little dude? 

Kaminari leaned towards him and snooped around the lunchbox, “We noticed you never went to the field yesterday, even though we suggested it.” 

Bakugou snapped the lid closed and glared. “I didn’t go because your asshole friend hasn’t done anything for me to count as worthy to go and fix things. Shigaraki came back and harassed me too, no thanks to your shit escorting. Thanks for that by the way.” 

“Don’t worry about that.” Mina said calmly. 

A little too calmly. 

Bakugou eyed her suspiciously, “Why?” 

She set him with another knowing look, “Kirishima feels like crap about it. You’re just being a stubborn little shit for not going and talking it out, Mr. Smartypants. He is doing his half and cleaning up shit that wasn’t even his fault. Yeah, you were getting harassed but if you actually went and talked to him? You would have such a clearer headspace.” 

Bakugou gaped as she laid into him. 

“Honestly, you both are so hopeless.”

Stubborn? I don’t need to go and fix anything that never should have been started in the first place. Bakugou just wanted it to simmer down, to forget everything and move on like they never even talked. 

But Kirishima was making it real fucking hard. 

Why can’t I just be left alone? Bakugou sighed and crossed his arms. “What the fuck has he been doing? Because I can’t even see a—“

The cafeteria door slammed open and Shigaraki was shoved through it onto the floor. Kirishima following behind. 

Bakugou watched in confusion as the quarterback practically dragged the senior to the middle of the lunch room and held him up. 

“Excuse me everyone!” He shouted. “Shigaraki here has something to say!” 

What the fuck is he doing? 

The senior held his mouth closed and glared up at him but Kirishima wasn’t having that. Pull his face up and glared right back. Rage filling his ruby eyes. The redhead whispered something to him, causing Shigaraki to give in. 

“Bakugou and Kirishima never hooked up. I made it all up because..” 

Kirishima shook him. 

“Because I’m a loser bastard that has nothing better to do besides spread rumors about others.” He drawled through grit teeth.  

Bakugou watched it unfold, something twisting in the pit of his stomach. Kirishima just publicly humiliated Shigaraki and had him confess. 

For me. 

No. No that couldn’t be true.

“He’s been trying to find out who caused it, and then Shigaraki slipped. Kirishima would never spread rumors about someone.” Mina almost whispered. 

Bakugou tensed, Kirishima had done it for him. To clear his name and take the target away. 

That asshole. 

“Go see him after school at practice. Talk.” Tetsutetsu added softly. 

Bakugou clenched his fists, glaring at Kirishima. Finding even more anger once their eyes locked. You little fucking shit. 

Abruptly, he stood up and stormed out of the lunchroom without even looking Kirishima’s way. 

So the fuck wanted to play hero and do something so nice and righteous? Something so white knight like? Well fuck him. Fuck him and how genuine and cared for that made Bakugou feel. 

Fuck him and those feelings. 

Bakugou stomped all the way to wait outside hisi next class, pent up on something coursing through him. 

“He gets me so- so fucking-..”



Usually, Bakugou kept to himself. Usually, Bakugou didn’t stress. Usually, he could control himself around people and fend them off with his highwalls and rude comments. However, his usual apparently didn’t mean shit to Kirishima Eijirou. With his bright smile, pretty eyes, perfect hair, and fucking drop dead sexy body. Bakugou was foaming at the mouth. Though, he’d never admit it, he’d claim to be well controlled and was immune to protein shakes on legs. It was the exact reason he flaunted his control and walked extra close to the football team practice. Why  would someone with no self control do that? Crazy.

Bakugou wasn’t there for any other reason besides observing how well trimmed the grass was. Not there because his legs had carried him there for some unknown reason. 

Who was he kidding? 

What am I doing here? 

Bakugou groaned and turned to walk away when a honey gravel voice called. Making his legs wobble. 


God he missed his voice. 


Kirishima came around and stood in front of him, “You- you’re here.” 

Bakugou looked him over slowly, tan skin glistening and every muscle just as prominent. Red hair styled up in a half bun. 

You are so fucking delicious. 

“Yeah. I noticed.” 

The redhead looked away nervously and twisted gloved hands together. Wanting to speak so Bakugou let it happen, intrigued to hear what the boy would come up with. 

“I ran out on you before when we were supposed to talk. That was pretty cowardly, and not me at all.” 

It was more confusing. 

“I felt even worse as soon as I left, wanted to go back but I couldn’t..”


“I didn’t know how to fix it.”

You left me lost. 

“I didn’t know what to give you.”

I needed comfort. Reassurance. 

Kirishima rubbed his face roughly, “I needed to figure out who was hurting you because everything that happened was shit you didn't need. You deserve more than that.”

Bakugou’s scowl diminished once again at the claim. Sending him adrift. He kept saying that without the knowledge of just how weightless it made Bakugou feel. It almost hurt. 

Still did. 

“You hurt me anyway. Even if you ‘didn’t’ start the rumor.” Bakugou stayed emotionlessly. Masking real feelings. Kirishima nodded, eyes dim. “Then you couldn't even look my way. Avoided me. Made me feel like shit.” 

Kirishima winced. 

Bakugou shook his head and laughed, “So you go and pull that Shigaraki shit? What the hell was that about!?” 

“I found out that he had actually started it because he saw me walking down your street. I needed him to admit it publicly otherwise everything would have gone on forever… thought you’d be thankful.” 

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, “Thankful? Thankful!?” 

He was more than thankful, fucking felt indebted now. Kirishima had done something no one would ever of for Bakugou. Thankful couldn’t even fucking cut it. 

The blond laughed again, tight and short. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?” 

Kirishima frowned. Bakugou kept speaking. 

“I never wanted friends, never thought I needed them before. One man show, me only. Then you show up at my fucking table and ask to hang out. Then I allow it and here we are, Kirishima. Then you expect us to be okay?”

“I never expected us to be okay after that.” Kirishima corrected. 


“I would never expect you to welcome me as a friend with open arms after the shit I brought to you even if it wasn’t my fault.” 

Bakugou shook his head, “I still think it was.”

Kirishima stood still and looked over the shorter boy before nodding, expression turning upset. “That’s not fair—“

“Not fair!?”

“It’s not fair because I never wanted any of that to happen—“

“Well that makes two of us, but it fucking did!”

Kirishima clenched his jaw, “I know it did and I went out of my way to fix it because that was a whole dramatic problem that should never have happened and you saying you still believe it’s my fault is in a way fair but not completely because I never caused it.”

“But you—“

Kirishima cut him off, voice raised. “Our problems came from Shigaraki, Bakugou! It didn’t come from you, and it did not come from me! You putting blame on me is just as good and warranted if I placed it on you!”

He sighed then, eyes closed.

“Yes. Okay? You were harassed because of it and the bastard used my name as a means to cause more problems but you weren’t the only one affected. Maybe not as badly, I wouldn’t discount your experiences but I got shit for it too. Each time they asked questions about you or ‘congratulated’ me I felt disgusting. Ashamed that they and you thought I really said that about your body. I wouldn’t just use you for my own gratification. You honestly deserve better than that.”

Bakugou glared at him, mouth clamped shut. 

There is was. 

The conversation they should of had back at his house but was deprived. All the truth and it was spilling out onto the blond. Kirishima was laying it all out, pointing to each fact and making it known. The worst part was that Bakugou believed him. He knew that Kirishima wasn’t at fault, that blaming him still was far from fair and if he was going to place blame then he should be prepared to get blamed as well. 

But that was fair. 

Bakugou was to blame, because he allowed them to hang out but it wasn’t the same. 

Bakugou watched him closely, still shocked into silence at his words. They struck him down from his podium and made him see clearly. 

He’s not to blame. 

Bakugou grit his teeth and looked down, exhaling slowly. 

Fucking fuck…

“Why did you?” 

The blond snapped his head up, “Why did I what?” 

Kirishima stepped a little closer, testing limits. “Why did you agree- to us hanging out I mean. You said that you never really wanted friends and made it clear hanging out wasn’t something you just randomly did. What I’m asking is, why me?” 

Well shit. 

Bakugou blanched. “I um..”

Because I have a huge crush on you since 6th grade and I went into a SEVERE gay panic? 

He stammered for an explanation that wouldn’t blow his secret but still be the truth. “There.. there was just something about you. Thought you’d be less annoying, it’s kinda true.” 

Kirishima’s eyes widened before he grinned wide. 

Shit, too bright. 

“That’s cool. Thank you haha, you aren’t as angry either!” 

The air was slightly lighter but Bakugou wasn’t pleased just yet. 

He kicked the ground, pulling up grass. “How did you get that chapped bastard to admit it?”

“I threatened to undermine his entire trade business, rat out him and his friends to the school board. He’d go to jail for sure.” Kirishima was grinning wildly, “And maybe I tossed him around a few times before bringing him to the cafeteria.” 

That got a low chuckle from Bakugou. “That’s actually funny. Wish I could of seen it.” Weight had been lifted from the conversation and now he could breathe easier. Kirishima never started the rumors, he doesn’t think so low of Bakugou and he even went out of his way to clear their name. 

Maybe you aren’t so bad. 

He still was a large idiot but Bakugou could let that slide. 

“You would have laughed.” 

Bakugou snorted, “Ya know, I actually did get a word in edge wise to him yesterday.” 

“What do you mean?” Red brow perked. 

Bakugou made a vague hand motion, “When your friends- oh and by the way, your little body guard party was pretty stupid.. but sweet.” 

Kirishima blushed and looked down quickly. 

“When your friends left, Shigaraki found me and I don’t know what his goal was but it probably wasn’t good. I flipped him over my shoulder and threatened to kill him. Then I left.” 

Ruby eyes darkened, “He what?” 

Is he getting upset over it again? 

Kirishima was really proving to be protective as fuck. It’s kinda nice.. 

Bakugou pushed his chest lightly, relishing in the muscle under the palm. “Woah there, Killer. Don’t sweat it, alright? We both put our piece in and it’s over.” 

Kirishima’s scowl lightened to one of hope, “It is?” 

Finally, things were resolved. 

“Yeah. It is.” Bakugou smiled slightly. 

Kirishima lit up like a damn glow stick and pulled Bakugou into a tight hug, the blond squeaked. “I’m so glad! Man, now we can be on good terms and- oh shit, I’m sorry!” Kirishima released him, and Bakugou stumbled. 

A little dazed. 

I was pressed into his PECS. 

“I didn’t even ask to hug you—“

“Tch.” Bakugou sneered, “Relax. It’s fine, just don’t ever do it again.” 

“Promise!” Kirishima gave a thumbs up and peered off to his team. “I should really get back before Gang Orca notices I’m gone.” 

A little fleck of disappointment made Bakugou suppress a frown, “Yeah, stop slacking off.”

Kirishima laughed loudly, “Oh I get how it is.” Then he chewed his bottom lip. “See you around..?”

Would he? Was Bakugou going to try and be friends again? 

God fucking hell the fuck yes. Yes you will see the around. 

Bakugou started walking away, “We will see.” 

Glad he was facing away otherwise the smile that his lips broke out into wouldn’t of been hidden when Kirishima called to him happily. 

“See you, Blasty! Study hard and use that big brain!” 

Bakugou bit his lip, walking with a little more pep.


Chapter Text

Bakugou closed the door behind him and took a step towards the stairs when his mother's voice called out loudly. 

“Not so fast, Mr!”

He looked her way as she turned the corner, eyes narrowed. “What happened today?” 

“Huh?” Playing dumb. 

Mitsuki Bakugou wasn’t a fool however. She laughed, “Don’t act coy, Brat. What happened between you and your man squeeze? I can see the hearts in your eyes” 

Ma-man squeeze? Bakugou couldn’t fight back the furious blush, “Ma! It’s not like that! He’s—“

“Straight?” Mitsuki smirked. 

Bakugou frowned. 

She rolled her eyes and sighed almost in pity, “How long are you both going to lie to each other?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Honey, that boy is far from straight. Maybe not gay, but he likes you a lot.” 

Bakugou stared her down and scoffed, “Would you stop getting my hopes up!? It’s annoying and I’m getting tired of you just messing with—“

“Oh shut up.” Mitsuki snapped and pointed a dirty wash rag his way with eyes slitted. “It’s bad enough I even have to tell you about what should be clear as day but since I’m feeling nice and I love you, I’ll offer some help.”

He scowled but stayed silent, slightly intrigued on what she had seen. 

“First, for a slow start. You come out at a school assembly and the first person to talk to you is him. He doesn’t say anything to bring you down on your choices, he actually said it was cool and ‘manly’. Then proceeds to say continually he isn’t gay. Which is skeptical.” 

Well, yeah. That had been weird and out of context because Bakugou never once assumed he was gay. 

“You guys hang out, and he can’t keep his eyes off you. Each glance was boring holes but you were too busy to notice. The poor kid couldn’t even go a few seconds without having to brush against you or complimenting you.” 

That was also true…


Mitsuki leaned against the wall, “Then the whole rumor shit goes down and he gets defensive of you. Beats up the bitches that touched you and came here to ask if you were okay and tried to talk.” 

“But he left—“

Mitsuki perked a brow, “He was in tears. Couldn’t even say bye to me properly and when I asked what happened he mumbled about ‘messing up’ and ‘losing something important’.”

Something important? 

“Think about it, Katsuki. Use that big brain and connect the dots. He either likes you or is the best friend you could ever get. Either way, he’s a keeper, Kid.” 

Bakugou had gone pale. 

Wait no, no he couldn’t- 

He took off up the stairs and slammed the door. Beginning to pace rapidly and mumble. 

No. No he isn’t gay. That hag is just playing with me.”

But all the evidence pointed to his long time desire and wish. 

She could be right..

He’s just really nice..

Then again, Kirishima had done far more than a normal friend would have. He’s even talked to Bakugou different. 

I’m just gay and thirsty. Making up false accusations.

But then he went and defended me. Was super sweet and said I deserved better.. 

For fucks sake, Kirishima blushed around him.

No. No no. He does not like me. He. Does not. Like me.

But fuck. BUT FUCK. When Kirishima came over he had constantly brushed against him and complimented a lot, eyes soft. Bakugou brushed it off but now that he was remembering with intent? 

Holy shit. 

He stopped, eyes going wide and stared at the floor. 


‘Losing something important’. 

Bakugou stammered for a minute before the gay panic exploded out into a loud yell that rocked the house. 


Bakugou turned around and pulled his hair, heart soaring. 

“Told you!” His mother called from down the stairs. 

He laughed short, head spinning. 

How stupid could he be? It should have been obvious. 

He’s gay.

And likes Bakugou. 

Wait, then why is he pretending? 

If what his mother said was true then Kirishima might be hiding in fear of rejection or just not know. 

That idiot. 


Next day came around and Bakugou had something to figure out. There was a jarring question to answer and there was only one person to answer it. 

If there was one way to know if someone was gay and attracted to you in Bakugou’s book, you’d need to stand out. What better way to stand out and present yourself than a foolproof eye catching outfit? 

Bakugou in himself was already eye catching, hands down but he needed that extra mile. To slather icing on the cake. So. He wore his best soft boy outfit. Now, per say it wasn’t exactly ‘soft boy’ but that’s what his cousin called it and she was big on fashion in the industry.  So her word was good. 

Bakugou went into school wearing a red sweater with blue and white stripes, rolled up jeans and black converse with the accompany of his round black glasses. In truth, his ever present scowl defeated the whole soft purpose but it was just enough to make him look… what was the word?


If Kirishima kept his cool then Bakugou would know his mother was crazy but nobody could resist the look. It’s impossible. 

Bakugou walked to class ten minutes before the bell, knowing full well the quarterback would be there. He sat second row from the front, the only one in class besides him. 


The redhead was in his letterman like all the other football players in preparation for the football game that Saturday. Hair half up. 

You’re so hot. It’s unfair. 

Alright, all Bakugou needed to do was breath, sway his hips, bat his lashes, give a witty comment about his ‘shitty’ hair and wait for the results. 

Kirishima caught sight of him. 

Plan is a go.

Bakugou strode in, hips swaying just right and glanced to him. 

“Hey, Bakugou—“

The blond dropped down in the seat in front of him and turned around slowly, leaning on the desk and sighed. Eyes rolling slowly. “What is it, Shitty hair?” 

Kirishima stilled, “H-huh?” 

Bakugou leaned a little closer and bat his eyes, “You called me, didn’t you? What do you want?” 

Sure enough. 

Kirishima’s eyes flicked over him quickly, red dusting his high cheekbones and he gaped. “I- I-“ he swallowed. “I didn’t know you were in this class!” 

Bakugou froze. 


Kirishima laughed nervously and looked away, “Hmm?” 

Bakugou’s facade crashed to the floor and he squinted at that utter idiot. Did he just panic and make a fool of himself? 

Case closed. Gay activity. 

Bakugou suppressed a fists bump. 

Fuck yeah! 

“You. Kirishima, are an idiot.” 

Kirishima laughed nervously again, glancing back only to blush harder. “I like your o-outfit.” 

“You do?” 

“Mhm!” Of course you do.

Bakugou scoffed, turning away to hide his own blush. “Whatever.” 

“But ya know, I’m not gay. Was just um, just giving you a manly compliment. Cause I’m not gay.” 

Bakugou shook his head and opened his science notebook, “Sure, Kirishima. Alright.” 

He may have sounded cool and annoyed but inside, Bakugou was screaming into the abyss about the fact that Kirishima had a crush on him and proved it to be true. Not to mention he liked the outfit. 

“I told you.” Mitsuki said over his shoulder while making food. 

Bakugou waved her off dramatically, sipping on a Capri sun. “It was ridiculous, Ma! The old hip sway eye bat worked like a charm. He blushed like crazy and got so flustered he made a fool of himself.”

Mitsuki chuckled, “That always works, it’s how I got your father. Only needed to bat my lashes twice before I had em.” 

“He was always a sucker for you anyway.” 

“Yes, tell me something I don’t know. Now tell me what else happened.” 

Bakugou took a long sip and groaned, “Then he goes and says he liked my outfit which almost threw me into fucking cardiac arrest and then he said ‘I’m not gay’, ya know? Like a liar.”

Mitsuku barked a laugh. “Well, What are you going to do now?” 

Bakugou shrugged, “Fawn, swoon, strangle him, cry, die inside. Honestly, the possibilities are endless.” 

“That’s nice, Sweetie. Set the table.” 

Bakugou got up and began setting the table, his father would be coming home that night. 

What are you supposed to do when you find out your crush likes you back but is in critical denial?   

You cry a little and get that bitch to admit it.. 

He froze, eyes widening. Well there you go. Looks like he knew what to do. 

Eijirou Kirishima, by god I’m going to make you fall in love with me. 

Chapter Text

You must think you’re so slick, fucking smooth as shit. Well I got news for ya, hot stuff. You ain’t. 

Bakugou stared at Kirishima while he benched the weight equivalent of two Bakugou’s, without so much as an arm quiver. He just kept pressing and pressing and pressing and pressing while Tetsutetsu spotted. 

The linebacker wasn’t even trying to spot, like they both knew Kirishima was able to lift with ease. 

If you’re so fucking good at benching that weight, why aren’t you adding? 

Yeah, that thought only made Bakugou more mad. 

What was the point? What was the reason? Why was he just going and going without trying to challenge himself? Bakugou couldn’t grasp it while he gaped at the bicep popping with each push. It was almost unfair how much his stomach turned from it. 

Damn, fucking giant mountain of hot—

“You’re staring.” 

Bakugou jumped. Mina smiled next to him, putting her weights back on the rack where he stood. 

“Am not .” He growled, turning away from the quarterback and picked up his own weights. Mina smirked, and crossed her arms. “Oh really? Then why is there a little drool running down your chin?” 

Bakugou shot her a glare after actually checking in the weight room mirror in front of him. “Fuck you.” 

She watched Kirishima and laughed at his expense. “You aren’t very subtle by the way. Just thought I’d let you know before lover boy noticed.” 

The blond began doing bicep curls, “How kind, but I wasn’t looking so it wouldn’t matter.” He scowled, “And he isn’t ‘lover boy’.”

Mina glanced his way before nodding, “Of course, my bad.” 

Bakugou continued curling in silence, eyes drifting up to the mirror and watched Tetsutetsu add an extra 20 to each side. The blond paled. 


“Isn’t he so strong?”

Bakugou startled again, dropping the weight to the floor with a clank. Everyone in the weight looked at him. “Fuck off, mind your business!” They turned away and Bakugou picked the weight up, “Would you stop!?” 

Mina regarded him innocently, “Stop what? Flustering you? I’m afraid it’s honestly too easy, Hon.” 

Bakugou glowered viciously, “No. Stop talking about him like I like him, and stop talking about him in general.” 


“Why!?” Bakugou sputtered, eyes squinting. “Because it’s annoying.” 

But he just fell into her trap, his poor soul. “Because you secretly have a huge crush on him and can’t even hold it in?” Mina asked, popping another bubble from her gum. 

Bakugou stared hard, she got him. She won and she knew it in her smirk. Fucking asshole. 

But he would hold onto that bit of truth until he died. 


Mina perked a brow. 

“Hardly.” He asserted and continued his reps, cheeks still rosy. If Mina was going to expose him like that, how as Bakugou supposed to expose Kirishima’s crush on him? 

Trick question. He couldn’t.

She needs to get off my back or I’m the one getting fucked. 

Bakugou paused. 

…….. okay I didn’t mean it like that but ya know—

Mina turned her head to Kirishima, eyes gleaming with mischief. 

It practically rolled off her.

“Hey, Ei, Su!” 

Bakugou tensed, eyes glancing up to her. “What are you doing?” 

“Helping? Thank me later.”

I most certainly will—

The two large football players turned to her with a smile. 


“What's up?”

Mina glanced to Bakugou before facing them with an overly wide grin, “Switch with me. I’ll bench with Denki and you two can come over here.” 

Bakugou went rigid. 

Oh, so that was her plan. 

Fucking ABORT. I’m out. 

Bakugou turned to leave quickly but Mina grabbed his tank top and pulled back, looping an arm around his head. “Bakugou is even here too!” 

Said Bakugou’s eyes went wide and shot over to the two boys. Tetsutetsu smirked at Mina, seeming to get what was going on and nudged the grinning redhead. “Come on, Dude. Let’s go.” 

“Sure!” Kirishima shot up quickly and came over, standing in front of Mina. He looked down at the rigid blond, “Hi, Bakugou!”

Speak speak speak speak speak. 


Fuck, why am I freaking out when I should have the upper hand!?

Kirishima glanced to the weight in his hand, “What's your routine?” 

Bakugou swallowed hard, and stole himself. “I have a few for different levels of intensity, why?” 

Let me die. Let. Me. DIE. 

However, that was not allowed.  

“Alright. I’ll just pick up with you, is that cool or…?” Kirishima perked a brow in question, standing next to the smirking Tetsutetsu. He was mimicking Mina’s face and Bakugou wanted to punch them both. 

I’ll deal with you later AFTER I get dick. FUCK OFF. 

Okay, calm and collected. Collected and about to expose him. He was going to expose Kirishima and make him fall in love which couldn’t be hard. 

“Sure,” He smirked and nudged him. “Try and keep up.” 

It got an amused laugh from the quarterback, “Keep up? Bak, I’m like twice your size and I think I can bench you. You’re going to need to keep up.” 

The blond glowered with a blush, “Shut the fuck up, I’d still kick your ass in a fight.” 

Kirishima leaned down to his level with a smirk, and Bakugou’s breath hitched. 

“Is that something you’d bet on?” 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- WHY IS HE SO CLOSE!? 

But he wasn’t no chump, he could take a challenge any day so you better believe he bared his teeth with set shoulders and took that up like a Bakugou. 

“Damn right, but are you willing to bet on it?” 

They stared each other down, grinning in challenge before Kirishima’s lips broke into a huge smile. It confused Bakugou long enough to distract him for the redhead to ruffle his hair, “Maybe sometime later, but let’s just focus on that routine you’re going to show me. Yeah?” 

Touching me. He touched me. Kirishima Eijirou touched mE—  

Bakugou became momentarily fried on the spot as Kirishima brushed against him to grab 50 pounds weights. 

50? Ya know what? I can graduate married right? Is that something I can do? Because it might jus happen fuckin Hell. 

Expose Kirishima? Yeah, Bakugou was going to do it while exposing himself apparently. 

Fuck it, everyone knows I’m gay.  

Chapter Text

Expose Kirishima was the plan and it was a full on go. 

Bakugou was ready, he was so pumped and ready to have that tall gorgeous idiot fall hard head over heels for him. It was fool proof and Bakugou was no fool. The initial plan was simple, just get himself involved more into Kirishima’s life and assert flirtatious interactions. The rest would unfold on its own. 

Bakugou walked into lunch later than usual on purpose, wanting to make sure the quarterback and his friends were already seated before heading in. He glanced to their table, Kirishima sat across from everyone with an open seat next to him. 


Bakugou strutted right over, catching Mina's attention and dropped into the seat next to Kirishima. The table went silent, Bakugou busied himself with opening his lunchbox and taking his lunch out. He glanced around nonchalantly, perking a brow. 

“Was this seat taken?” 

Tetsutetsu shook his head, sharing a look with everyone else. “No.” 

Kaminari leaned over from the other side of Kirishima, “Never expected a smarty pants like you to sit here.” 

Bakugou snorted, letting his gaze rise up to Kirishima. The quarterback was staring back before grinning wide, “Welcome to our table!” 

Too bright. 

Bakugou smirked, biting into an apple. “Looks pretty lame to me.”

Mina chuckled, “Didn’t you sit here?” 

Bakugou shrugged, knee knocking into Kirishima’s. “Yeah? What about it?” She shook her head in disbelief, going back to her conversation with the other boys and Bakugou went back to his food. Letting his knee occasionally rub against the redheads. 

Kirishima was very still, eating stiffly and glancing over from time to time. Bakugou just waited patiently, leaning against his hand and tilting his head here and there. Really putting on a show for the guy, working down his own heart in the process. 

He’s watching, you better not be embarrassing or else! 

“Was your table taken?” 

Bakugou faced Kirishima and shook his head, “Nah. Wanted to see what the big fuss was about with sitting here.” 

The quarterback man an ‘o’ with his mouth and looked around the table. “It’s not really special, I guess not necessarily. We kinda joke around too much but everyone that sits here is really rowdy.” 

Bakugou listened to him talk, trying to seem uninterested but probably failing. 

Hold it together. 

“Rowdy? You?” 

Kirishima laughed, leaning towards him. “Yeah, I’ve gotten called rowdy a few times. Weird, huh?” His eyes flashed, forgetting the food on his tray altogether. Bakugou grinned and rolled his eyes, “Extremely. You’re harmless, a softy.” 

“Maybe to some, but I definitely kick ass.” Kirishima smashed his fists together and Bakugou’s heart stuttered. 

Yeah, you’re definitely a force to fuck with. Kirishima had sent two kids to the hospital and threw Shigaraki the crusty dusty dinosaur around like he weighed nothing. The guy could do damage. 

“Could’ve fooled me.” 

Bakugou went back to eating, watching Kirishima put back his food with ease from the corner of his eye. The quarterback hadn’t been flustered at all nor was paying enough attention and he was feeling a little bold. 

Oh, I have a great idea. 

Bakugou placed his food down and leaned into Kirishima, looking down at his food while invading space on purpose. Kirishima instantly stilled. Bakugou lifted his hopeful eyes up, making their size difference obvious. 

“What did you get for lunch?” 

He knew what it was. 

Kirishima floundered, looking to the food on his spoon then the plate before stuttering. “Um, rice- rice and some other stuff I—.“

Bakugou lit up with interest, “Can I try some?” 

Kirishima looked between him and the food again before nodding. “Sure, go ahead!” 

You’re so screwed. 

“Just grab a spoon from the counter and—.“

The blond pulled Kirishima’s hand to him and wrapped his mouth around the spoon. He looked back up to Kirishima with a lidded gaze and leaned back slowly.  

Bakugou licked his lips. “It’s good.” Humming for finality. 

Kirishima had gone pale then red, nodding quickly. “Mhm! No problem!”

Bakugou sat back in his seat and continued eating, feeling pleased with how flustered the quarterback was after. 

So, he’s fucking hot from that view. Good to know, not like I hadn’t assumed that before. 

He lifted his attention to the rest of the gaping table and scowled, “What!?” 

Mina smirked, Kaminari tried not to laugh and Tetsutetsu was shaking his head. 

Stay mad. That’s not even the half of what I’m going to put him through, Kirishima is going to be falling about when I’m through. Just. You. Wait. 


Bakugou ended up going to every practice after school. Showing up in the empty bleachers, the sidelines, ‘just passing by’. You name it. 

Each time that big oaf caught sight of him, he was a fumbling and cheery mess. Dropping passes, tripping over his own feet, forgetting to catch the ball while staring after Bakugou and getting hit in the face. 

Bakugou snorted out laughter at his clumsiness, biting his lip with the effort to not really give away how much he was swooning too. Kirishima was just such an adorable doofus. 

Pain in my ass. 

Kirishima was clearly trying to impress him, picking up his friends and running with them on his back or doing back flips while on the line. Waving constantly to Bakugou and just exerting too much energy. The blond couldn’t help but roll his eyes and fawn, sighing with amusement each time he grinned his way or glanced over to see if he saw his performances or great catches. It was pointless, Bakugou couldn’t take his eyes off him. Nothing would have pulled his attention away in that moment, nothing probably ever would. 

Bakugou was smitten, a pining fool. 

I’m fucked. I’m so fucking screwed. 

He had it bad and Kirishima wasn’t helping, but hey. Who was Bakugou to complain? 

Kirishima jogged over after they took a break for water, sweating but smiling with excitement. 


Bakugou regarded him over his iced coffee, “Evening.” 

Kirishima jabbed a thumb to the field with a perked brow, “You staying for the whole thing?” 

Bakugou shrugged, “Might. Depends on if you give me something worth watching.” He smirked, teasing and enticing Kirishima to counter back. 

The quarterback barked a laugh, “Is that how it is? Can’t stay just because I’m awesome? That’s kinda shallow, Blasty.” 

Such a cute asshole, shut up before I kiss you- kill you. I meant kill. 

Bakugou scoffed, “Shallow? High standard. Why? Think your performance doesn’t speak enough?” 

The kid stepped into his space, looming over Bakugou and crossed his arms with a teasing sneer. “I think my performance can speak for itself in more than one way.” 

Bakugou stared, sucking down his coffee harshly. 

Nope. I meant kiss. I definitely meant kiss. 

“Kirishima! Breaks over, get back here!” 

The redhead peered to his coach then back with a grin so wide it forced his eyes closed. “Well, got to go!” 

Bakugou nodded, sipping on his drink, walking past him and smacked his ass. “Yup, go get em tiger.” 

Kirishima made a noise and Bakugou walked off, waving a hand in the air. “Later, Shitty-Hair.” 

The redhead only gave an even louder noise of shock and Bakugou smirked all the way home. 

I touched his ass. I TOUCHED HIS ASS. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- AND IT JIGGLED. 


Bakugou slammed his head against the steering wheel for the tenth time on the ride home. 

I’m going to crash my car and it’s his fault. I need to breathe, Lord I’m dying, spare me. 

Bakugou screamed out into the emptiness of his car at a red light. “IT FUCKING JIGGLED!” And screamed again before glancing over to see some random guy watching him. 


Then the light turned green and he drove off, “Nosy bastard.”

That had successfully fucked up his mind and sent him reeling. He was on cloud nine all night, his mother couldn’t stop teasing with the help of his father. When had he grown enough ball to actually touch him?


Don’t know, don’t care. Want to do it again, will do it again.

Bakugou screamed into nothingness once more before going to bed that night. \

The plan was the best he had ever came up with.

Chapter Text

With great coaxing from his mother, Bakugou invited Kirishima over to hang out again for the third time since everything went down. He was a little reluctant to be the one to suggest it but his ma was right.

“Katsuki, have I taught you nothing? Get him on your own turf.”

So Bakugou was going to woo him on his own motherfucking turf. Going to swoop in like the damn badass bitch he was and steal that beautiful man’s heart and refuse to give it back. How hard could that be? Kirishima was too gay for his own good anyway, practically falling out of his damn seat with excitement when Bakugou offered up his Thursday night to him. 

Peace of cake.

Kirishima knocked on the door but Bakugou was already tearing it open in anticipation to see the best guy ever.

He smiled down, dressed in casual clothes, holding a bouquet of flowers…?

“Hey, sorry I’m late! I stopped—.”

“The fuck are those?” Bakugou pointed to the bundle of red and white flowers under his arm accusingly. Slightly interested yet skeptical.

Kirishima held them up, “I stopped at a flower shop and saw these, aren’t they pretty?”

Well, yes and no.. 

No mostly because Bakugou wasn’t fond of flowers as a gift. But hell yes because they were from Kirishima. The blond shrugged, reaching for them. “Thanks.” 

But Kirishima pulled them back with a laugh, “These aren’t for you, Bakugou.”

No-not for me? 

Bakugou frowned, “Who the fuck—.”

“Is that Kirishima?” His mother asked with way too much joy as she turned the corner with a wide smile that Bakugou would forever be suspicious over.

“Ma, who else would be here?”

She sent him a wave of dismissal and ushered the kid in. Kirishima laughed, stepping over the threshold and took his shoes off, moving the flowers into a different hand to stabilize himself. They caught his mother’s eye and she hummed, “Those are pretty, Kirishima.”

The redhead startled. “Huh?” then looked to the flowers and grinned. “These are actually for you.”

Mitsuki gasped comically, glancing to her son before taking them. “For me?”

For her!?

Now Bakugou was straight up offended. 

Kirishima nodded, grinning with pride. “Yes, Ma’am. It’s a thank you for letting me in your house and for all the trouble I may have caused your family.” 

He looked off in a hint of shame but held the smile up. 

Now Bakugou was just straight up swooning.

Little shit being so gentlemen like and thoughtful, fucking getting flowers for my ma as an apology and looking all happy and sad. Little SHIT! 

Then again.

Wait. It caused me trouble too, where the fuck are my flowers?

Mitsuki smiled happily, pulling the boy in for a hug. “You’re such a sweet kid, thank you. It’s a miracle Bakugou hasn’t ruined you yet.”

“Hey!” Bakugou snapped.

I’m working on it. 

Kirishima barked a laugh and regarded Bakugou with the softest expression he had ever been given. “Nah. Bakugou is great, he’s actually an amazing influence.”

Bakugou blushed wildly, not knowing what to do, so he just held Kirishima’s gaze until Mitsuki chuckled with the intention to pull their attention away.

“So I’ve been told,” she ruffled his hair and sent a wink for just Bakugou. “Take good care of him.”

Then she was gone. 

The comment hadn’t done over his head and he blushed harder, looking to Kirishima to gauge his reaction but the redhead was still smiling. 

“I will.”

Yeah. Bakugou spent the next 30 minutes overthinking, over analyzing, and screeching in his own head. 

He will?

His Ma meant it in a completely opposite way of just innocent friendship. She meant relationship and he just decided to smile with a million suns and say he would?

Would he?

Had he meant it in that way?

Bakugou was going to hope and pray until he only knew how to say that one wish and that wish would be for Kirishima to have meant it the same way Mitsuki had. God only knew how fast Bakugou would drop dead or burst from the seams if his longtime crush just came forward and pledged to care for him forever. 

No, fuck that. Bakugou would faint if Kirishima simply breathed a certain way in his direction. 

The boy held that much power.

Maybe Bakugou should be a little put off or wary of that but it went both ways. Bakugou was able to make the redhead speechless and blush hard just as easy. Not only that, Bakugou trusted him. Had no doubts that Kirishima wouldn’t take advantage of him.

That was empowering.

“You play football, Kirishima?” Bakugou’s dad asked as he came into the kitchen after just getting back from work. Mitsuki gave him a kiss and Kirishima nodded with even more pride. 

“Yes, Sir! Since middle school and hopefully after high school.”

Bakugou sat next to Kirishima at the island counter, and watched him talk.

Masaru turned around and gauged with him, letting Mitsuki take his work bag and jacket with a smile. “Big plans. Do you have a college picked out?”

They are giving him the boyfriend questionnaire, I can't believe this. 

However, Bakugou was just as interested and Kirishima seemed more than happy to answer.

“Yes, Sir. I’m looking into UAU as of right now.”

Masaru lit up, “That was my college oh so long ago.”

Kirishima gaped, “No way! What did you go for?”

“Initially? Football just like you. But what I came out with? A degree in chemical engineering.”

“What made you change?” Kirishima leaned on the counter and Bakugou smirked at how involved he was in the conversation with his old man. 

His dad shrugged, looking after Mitsuki. “For one, his mother really is great at persuading people. Got me to fall in love with her—”

“Fuck yeah I did!”

“But she never once asked for me to quit my dream.” he let his smiling old eyes fall on Bakugou. “We ended up being pregnant with Katsuki and I stepped up, going into my second choice of a job to provide for us. I don’t regret it at all, not once.”

Bakugou’s lips cracked into a small smirk. 

What a sap.

“Wow,” Kirishima exhaled. “That is so manly, Sir.”

Masaru shrugged, “It’s what you have to do sometimes. But enough of me, what is your second choice?”

“It’s really different from what I’m going for, but if I were to not continue football then I always wanted to be a Fire Fighter.”

“Fire Fighter?” Masaru sounded impressed.

Bakugou gaped,  Fire Fighter?

Of course that big softy would want to save people and be a hero.

Bakugou was falling even harder, imagining him in the uniform with a bunch of brats running around with thank you cards and him just smiling bright with some cheesy too good catch phrase. 

I’m falling, am I still falling? Sources say yes.

God, the image of him even bigger with more muscle and the uniform on but for different reasons that wouldn’t involve kids?

I’m also still very much gay and wishing.

“Yep! Being a hero was my biggest dream as a kid.”

I can’t stand you.

Masaru regarded his son’s unavoidable heart eyes and chuckled a sigh, “Football is just as good of a dream. We thought Katsuki might even play with how competitive and tough he is but studies took president and listening to coaches never sat well.”

Ain’t that the truth.

“Besides, I don’t think he could really play. Never joined in with his cousins during family gatherings and never wanted to play with me.”

Bakugou scowled with offense, “How dare you! I can fuckin’ play football, just never wanted to.”

Kirishima inhaled through grit teeth, “Mm, I don't know, Blasty. Your dad might be right.”

Offense increased by 100%

Bakugou glared, “Is that a challenge?”

“Don’t know, you itching to lose?” Kirishima smirked and leaned closer with the hint of a tease. And yeah, Bakugou’s whole body was racing with excitement. 

“Bring it.”

“Alright, that end and that end are the End Zones.” Kirishima pointed to each end of Bakugou’s yard with a football Masaru handed to them from the garage. Bakugou was standing on the other side with his dad while his mom stood with Kirishima. Apparently everyone knew how to play and wanted to join in on the fun. But that was whatever, his Ma was just as competitive as him. 

“You ready to lose, Kid?” She asked him with a smirk. Bakugou scoffed, mimicking her. “To you? Not on your life.”

Masaru came up on the other side of Bakugou, “I don’t know, Sweetheart. Today might be the day you finally lose to me.”

Mitsuki only laughed.

Bakugou let his attention fall away from his bantering parents to Kirishima. He smiled his way, tossing the football up in the air and catching it.

‘You’re going down,’ he mouthed.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, ‘Fuck you.’

“Let’s start the game!”



Bakugou held the football to the ground between him and Kirishima with his father behind him.

“Hope you are good with losing, Red.”

Kirishima never dropped the smile, “Don’t underestimate me, Bak.”

Bakugou actually knew very little about football, the real workings of it and certain positions but he listened enough of what his father used to say during annual football nights so the basics were there. Kirishima, his pops and definitely his mom were at an advantage but they lacked in one thing.


Bakugou snapped it to his dad and tore off down the end zone with Kirishima close behind.

They weren’t Katsuki Bakugou.

Masaru threw the football down the yard after them. Bakugou could hear Kirishima gaining on him thanks to practice and longer legs but Bakugou was smaller and quicker. He reached his hands out for the ball, sneering in triumph when he caught it but gave a yelp in surprise when Kirishima’s entire body slammed into him. They hit the ground and Bakugou gasped, still clutching the ball with his entire being.

Kirishima lifted up and looked over him quickly, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Bakugou grunted a scoff, “M’fine, Asshole. You tackled me.”

Kirishima’s concern melted away to smugness and he leaned down closer, “I told you not to underestimate me, Bakugou. But you’re pretty damn fast, almost lost ya.”

“Runs in the family,” Bakugou glared. Then realized the position they were in and became hyper aware of Kirishima laying between his legs and blushed quickly. 


Kirishima frowned in confusion before realizing and scrambled away quickly with his own blush, offering a hand. “You still good?”

Bakugou took it and stood. “Mhm.”

More than okay actually, Hot Stuff. Thanks for that.

“If you’re done chatting, I have a shithead to prove wrong!” Mitsuki shouted with his dad in a headlock.

“MA!” He barked back and Kirishima whistled.

“You’re a lot like her.”

Bakugou huffed, brushing off grass. “You have no idea.”

They kept playing for the rest of the night until it got too dark to see even with the back lights on. Bakugou scored a few touchdowns and tackles, making Kirishima eat his words when his team won but earned a bunch of bruises from his Ma and Kirishima combined. His family was intense when it came to competition, never backing down until injury prevailed winner or hard facts stopped the battle. 

In their case, score count and time won out.

Kirishima laughed, bumping into Bakugou as they walked back into the house. “You’re family is so much fun, Dude!” They were both sweaty and covered in grass stains but all satisfied.

Bakugou knocked back against him even though he couldn’t reach his shoulder. “They’re alright.”

“I can’t believe your mom floored you like that, no hesitation,” Kirishima laughed again.

Bakugou rubbed his bruised shoulder with a frown, “Yeah, she’s intense. The hag.”

He felt happy with their time hanging out, getting along and engaging in competition. Bakugou liked how challenging Kirishima got, but he never once stopped making sure Bakugou was okay after each tackle. The consideration was sweet, he wouldn’t deny holding his hand a little longer than necessary whenever it was offered but Kirishima never pulled back either. 

“When do you have to be home, Kirishima?” Mitsuki asked while serving food. 

The redhead checked his phone, “My mom never gave a set time but I probably shouldn’t stay too late.” 

It was already 9:42, way past Bakugou’s bedtime. Mitsuki nodded, grabbing a large container from a cabinet and poured some of the food into it. “Then don’t worry at all. You can head home, I’ll even send some food with you.” 

Kirishima waved his hands, “No, Mrs. Bakugou. You don’t have to, you’ve been kind enough already!” But the container was already being placed into his hands, “Don’t worry about it, Kid. It’s a thank you from us as well.” 

Kirishima took it with a nod, glancing to Bakugou’s and the blond led the way towards the front door. Heart thumping and head swimming. Kirishima was just too pure for his own good. It was quizzical with how well he fit in with Bakugou’s family, connecting with everyone and being super kind. They might have been skeptical of it all being an act but Kirishima was far too genuine. 

Today was good, I had fun with him. 

Bakugou opened the front door, letting Kirishima out and closed it behind them. The redhead stared at him with a soft smile, “I had fun today.” 

“Me too.” 

When are you going to just admit that you like me?

Bakugou stepped towards him, face void of emotion. Taking another until he was in Kirishima’s personal space. 

It’s so obvious that you do. 

Kirishima stilled, watching his every move intensely with dilated eyes. 

You can’t seriously deny that it’s obvious that I like you. 

Bakugou inhaled slowly, staring up at him and punched his shoulder lightly. 

“See you tomorrow.” 

Kirishima broke from his spell and grinned, “Yeah!” He stepped away and went off. 

“Sleep well, Blasty!”

“You’re not my boss.”

Kirishima’s chuckle filled the night air, surrounding Bakugou and took his air with it. 

Why won’t you just admit you like me too?

Chapter Text

Project in class on a Friday? 

Bakugou was not happy, muttering and mumbling complaints throughout the beginning of the explanation then he paid a little more attention when the word ‘partnering’ left his teacher’s lips. Partners? Well, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But could they choose or were they chosen for them? 

I better be able to pick my own partner. 

His teacher finished explaining and to his bliss, announced they could pick their partners. Bakugou was already spinning in his seat towards the quarterback that sat behind him. He seemed surprised by his quick movement, “Want to be my partner?” 

Bakugou nodded, mouth closing with a small tug on his shirt. Kirishima had beaten him to it which was even better. That meant he was hoping anyway. 

After everyone had their partners picked, the teacher passed out the assignment which wasn’t hard at all. Bakugou could have done it in his sleep. 

“Science exercises?” Kirishima sighed, reading down the questions before laughing to himself. “These aren’t actually bad, could be worse.” 

Bakugou scoffed with eyes on his paper, already onto the second question. “Hardly. These are baby level, if you couldn’t do em then I’d second guess our partnership.” 

Kirishima made an offended noise, “Sometimes I question why I put up with this bullying, I may need counseling now.” This guy. Bakugou laughed, shaking his head and moved onto the third question. 

“Wait- are you already onto the third one!?” Kirishima pulled the paper out from under him and looked it over with brows creased. 

Bakugou scowled, leaning for it but the quarterback moved out of reach. “Yes, it’s because I’m focusing and not talking. Now, give it back!” He reached for it again but only ended up waving his hand around in the air like a toddler. Kirishima started writing down answers, “Hold up. I’m catching up then we can work on it together.” They were partners so copying answers wasn’t necessarily cheating but Bakugou only shook his head in disappointment when Kirishima handed the paper back.  


Bakugou shook his head slower, eyes closing as he took the paper back. “So, so lazy.” 

Kirishima huffed, scribbling on his paper. “Whatever you say, Short stack.”

Short...stack..? SHORT STACK?

A rumbling growl traveled from his throat and he poked Kirishima between the eyes. “Do you want to die!? HUH?”

The boy rubbed the red mark with a frown, “No, but you are shorter than me, Bak. It’s facts.” 

Short jokes always got Bakugou ramped up to throw down. So what? He was short compared to mostly everyone in that school but damn, why did they have to bring it up?

Death wish.

Bakugou exhaled with a dangerous glare, “And your death is impending, that’s facts.” Then he pulled his paper closer and saw Kirishima’s scribbled attempt to draw him with smoke coming out of his ears, sharp teeth and ‘Die’ all around him. The illustration was accurate without a doubt him but Bakugou was more upset with how much he would cherish that drawing. 

“I can’t stand you.” Bakugou glared harder, earning a laugh from the annoying boy. “That’s it! I’m getting a new partner.”

He stood up and started moving out of his seat.

“No! Wait!” Kirishima reached for him between bouts of laughter. “Come back, Blasty!”



“You stayed for the whole practice!” Kirishima cheered, meeting Bakugou halfway on the field while the rest of his team went inside. 

“Mhm.” He decided that watching Kirishima play with a leather egg for half an hour was a better use of his time than heading home and getting stuck in school traffic. Besides, the view was always amazing. 

Kirishima pulled on his jersey, strands of red sticking to his sweat drenched forehead. Breathing heavy even after a long cool down, face red. Bakugou looked him over slowly, taking in his tight football pants that would from the point on hold a special place in his heart for being so graciously tight in all the right places. 

What I would give to pull those down with my teeth—

“You should come to my game.”

Bakugou stopped in his thoughts, attention snapping fast to the quarterback. 

Go to his game?

Inviting someone to watch the game was what people did if they liked each other, right? Was Bakugou reading into that too much? Probably not with the way Kirishima had lost his confident smile with Bakugou’s prolonged silence.

No way- no. Kirishima Eijirou did NOT just invite me to his football game.

Bakugou took a moment to breathe through his excitement, extremely ecstatic. But, you know. He couldn’t just squeal with excitement like he was in his head or jump around like an idiot- no.

….. He had to play it cool.

 Bakugou hummed, “I have a test on Monday I should probably study for.” 

Yeah, a test that I was prepared for three days ago and would just be re-studying the same shit over again. Honestly, if I were him then I’d call bullshit because I never wait till the weekend to study.

But Kirishima wasn’t calling him on it. Instead, he deflated just enough to notice and he waved Bakugou off. “Then you should study. Your classes are really important, I wouldn’t want to stop you.”

You big kicked stupid puppy. I’m playing hard to get, come get me. 

Bakugou nodded with a tiny smile.

I’m right here! 

God, Kirishima was so lucky Bakugou was a sucker for those puppy dog eyes otherwise this would have been a mess.

I seriously got to spoon feed this guy hints. Bakugou stepped into his space and pulled on the string of his pants for a long moment before looking up at his blushing face. “If I were to even go, I’d probably just stop by for an hour. But I hate how crowded the stands are and they make my hearing aids go off.”

Kirishima shook his head, regaining his composure almost instantly. “Oh, don't worry about that. You can stand by me!” 

I can stand by who-what?


Kirishima turned halfway towards the field, almost knocking Bakugou over with their proximity and placed a large hand on the small of his back to steady him. Bakugou tensed, suppressing an embarrassing noise.

HE’S TOUCHING ME. HE. IS- Fuck I'm going to pass out, or faint, maybe even have a heart attack. THE POINT is that his hand can fucking wrap around half my waist. 

Images of Kirishima holding Bakugou by the waist with both hands and have his fingers touching completely destroyed his dick. Yeah, god he was dying on the field. 

Please, be good to me. Oh still my fucking beating heart and rising dick. Lay still. PLEASE.

Kirishima pointed to somewhere while Bakugou half listened. “There is a little spot by the benches for our team where photographers sometimes sit in between shots. You could sit there.”

“And what? Be your own personal cheerleader?” It was supposed to be a snarky remark with a sneer sent up to the redhead but he ate it up with enthusiasm.

“Yeah!” Kirishima beamed. “You’d be a great cheerleader, for the best player after all. You can even wear my jersey number!”


Now Bakugou had just turned into a sputtering mess with a wild blush rising up to the tips of his ears. “Your- huh? How?”

Before he could even think, Kirishima started taking off his shirt. Jostling the boy with his movements and giving a little slip of skin when his undershirt rode up and Bakugou would deny making a small helpless noise at the abs he saw.

Fuck me, please. Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.

“Here!” The jersey was pushed into his chest with a blushing grin. “This is just my practice jersey, my game one is in the locker room.”

Meanwhile, Bakugou couldn’t stop gaping down at it. A jersey was like a clear sign of something, of anything


Shit was serious, Bakugou shouldn’t still be able to stand with the reality of it.

I have decided to marry him. Does it matter if he isn’t aware? No, but he will thank me later. 

He clenched his hand around it, “S’sweaty.”

“I was practicing, Bak. It probably smells even worse,” Kirishima chuckled. Bakugou rolled his eyes but still held his focus to the shirt. There were so many things to do with it, so fucking many and he couldn’t decide which one to start with. Actually, no. He was going to wash it first without a doubt.

Kirishima shifted before him, hands rubbing together then he brushed one against Bakugou’s arm. Sending goosebumps across his skin, crimson lifted to ruby. 

You’re so pretty.

“You don’t have to come, you don’t even have to wear it. It’s just….” Kirishima frowned, looking for the right word then smiled. “Just in case.”

 “Just in case,” Bakugou echoed. Stepping away to leave and Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck with a giddy grin. 

“See you around, Blasty.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

“At the game?” Kirishima asked with brows raised in hope. 

Bakugou scoffed, “In your dreams.”

Kirishima shook his head and looked off. “If I’m lucky.”

Slick little shit.

A middle finger was all that was gifted before Bakugou turned on his heel and walked feverishly to his car with a crazy stupid grin and squeals of joy. He dropped into the car, tossed the jersey and screamed until his lungs hurt and laughter took him over.


Bakugou was losing it with laughter, tears pricking with how hard they were. Was that a normal reaction to getting your crush’s jersey? Was that usual? Should he be gripping the jersey close to his chest and laughing hysterically?

Yes? No?

I probably look fucking crazy.

“Fuck if I care, they should have known by now.”

Bakugou pulled out of the parking lot and rolled his windows down, “I’M GETTING THAT ASS, MARK MY WORDS!” Laughing all the way home, and grinning like an idiot while the smelly article ran through the wash. His entire mood increased by a million percent that night, and if Bakugou slept in the over sized shirt that night, no one would know. 

Not a single soul.

Chapter Text


Bakugou hadn’t lied about needing to study, just not for a test on Monday. It was a checkpoint scheduled for Thursday in their shared class on material Bakugou was ahead of already. But refreshing never hurt anyone, not until a football game was involved at least. 

Bakugou really wanted to finish the extra review sheet he hounded his teacher for that morning. At the very least, finish the first page but every few seconds his eyes would drift to Kirishima’s folded Jersey on the dresser. He wasn’t even sure if he’d go, just let the thought be a ‘what if’ kind of thing. The game had started fifteen-maybe twenty minutes ago anyway, the drive there would be another ten and three for parking traffic. 

I could park a block away and walk.. that would save time with parking and—

He shook his head, focusing back on the paper, “Stop.”

The review must be finished before even considering attending a football game. A football game that he was invited to by Kirishima Eijirou. Invited to watch him play and cheer him on. A football game where he was given first class view by his truly. Invited by the worlds hottest, sweetest, most stunning guy ever that was so nervous but excited to invite him only to fall into a kicked puppy look when Bakugou said possibly no. 

Those damn puppy dog eyes. Get me all the time. 

And they were working numbers even then. 

Bakugou groaned, falling back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling until his eyes stung.

Why can’t I focus?

Dumb question, he knew exactly why and how to fix it.


“No. I am not going, nope.”

Bakugou sat up and fixed his glasses, going back to the paper.

“I am not going to the football game, I am going to finish my work like a responsible kid. I am NOT going to let him win this.”

Bakugou read over his questions again, then read over the question once more because it never registered. 

It still wasn’t.

Bakugou glared at the paper, lips pursed.

No. No. No. No. No.

His eyes slid to the jersey and he growled, tossing the paper over his back and jumped off the bed. 

“Fuck it.”

Bakugou grabbed the jersey and marched out his door and down the stars on a warpath.

“Where are you going, Katsuki!?” His mother asked from the main room.

Bakugou grabbed the car keys, shouting back over his shoulder. “I am getting myself a man!”

Then slammed the door behind him.

I am coming for you, Hot Stuff. Be ready.

Kirishima slowed to a jog and stopped outside of the end zone, pulling the helmet off and wiped the sweat off his brow. So far the game had been going great, in means of plays and execution. Score? Eh. Could be better. 

13-9 was always great but they could create a bigger distance to the opposing team than that. They all knew it, the school knew it too. 

They roared in the stands, growing louder with each passing second until it was almost deafening but Kirishima loved it. 

Loved the exhilaration and pure excitement of it. 

So much adrenaline. 

Football was so damn manly. 

Speaking of manly. 

Kirishima looked around once again for the blond he had invited the day before. 

He’s still not here yet. 

He knew Bakugou had said there was some test to study for but that was not fully true, they had a test on Thursday. Was it just a way to get out of seeing him? Bakugou hardly seemed like someone to be so ill straightforward but at the same time, you can never be sure with him. 

Kirishima did one more once over, never giving up his hope to see the short valedictorian on the sidelines by his team. It was going to be a big night for the team and he really wanted Bakugou to witness everything. 

“Let’s go Kirishima! Back into line!” His coach yelled and Kirishima pulled the helmet back on. No time for breaks around there. 

I hope he comes tonight. 

Traffic could honestly suck his dick and hard. Where in the fucking world had there been a rule about making parking for a football game so difficult because Bakugou would like a word or two. 

You slow ass bitches.


The driver in front of him for sure couldn't hear his complaining but definitely could see the many middle fingers and gestures being given. They were going slow on purpose. 

Bakugou glowered, smacking the steering wheel for the tenth time. “Come. ON!”

Finally, they pulled into a spot and Bakugou zipped past. Parking into one towards the far back bleachers and got out. The night air had a bite, Bakugou grit his teeth and walked out towards the bright pillar of lights that surrounded the football field. Large crowds of people swarmed around, filtering through the lines and concession stands then back to watch the game. He hated large crowds, turning his hearings aids down, almost off and pushed through. Kirishima had said the sitting area by the team was where he could stand, so straight to there was the first target then finding the buffoon was next. 

Bakugou walked through the many people, his sneakers sliding on dewy grass.

I hate crowds, I hate crowds, I hate crowds. 

The jersey was clenched tight in his fist, hoodie cutting out the chill enough to stop any shivering. 

I wouldn't have that problem if I put the damned jersey on. 

But that still made his cheeks rosy so best to hold off until later- if he even decided to wear it. 

The first sight of benches caught his eye and he looked at all the helmet less players in hope to see Kirishima but the redhead wasn’t there. Bakugou huffed, nervously stepping under the markers to stand in the photographer seats and looked out to the field. 

Where was Kirishima? 

I can’t see him. 

Was he even playing? Was Kirishima even going to show or was that all a plan to make a joke out of him? 

He wouldn’t do that… 

Bakugou grit his teeth anyway, trying to dissolve the nervousness and embarrassment that was climbing high in his throat. Most of the football team already caught sight of him and waved with teasing smiles and hellos. 

Bakugou flipped them off with a sneer, still feeling jittery. He looked out over the field again, taking the time to look at every single player. 


Bright red. 

There he was. 

Kirishima was stopped on the field, helmet off to pull his hair back into the worst attempt of a ponytail Bakugou had ever seen. He was utterly beautiful and tall and muscular and perfect, just so so perfect. 

Holy shit, Bakugou was in…

Their eyes met. 

Kirishima grinned brighter than the lights above and waved, Bakugou couldn’t help but return it. 


Then the helmet went back on and he carried out the play, tackling some asshole player perfectly. The blond felt pride bubble up, that was his man! Bakugou threw the jersey on for good measure. 

Yes! Kick ass!

Then Kirishima was running over to greet him. 

“You came!”

Bakugou shrugged coolly as if his heart wasn’t thrashing beneath his ribs, “Decided I’d see just how shitty you really were.”

Kirishima fakes a wince. “Ouch, right in my feelings. Bakugou, you’re so cruel.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Before I kiss you. 

“I’m glad you came,” Kirishima practically whispered. It was so soft that Bakugou was regretting turning his headings aids down, so gentle. Just for him to hear. 

‘I’m glad you came.’

For the millionth time, on a never ending cycle, Bakugou’s heart fluttered and cheeks heated up. Kirishima smiled softly with too much adoration, gleam of his teeth and pouty lips driving him wild.

“Now I have someone to really play for.” 

Bakugou gaped, mouth falling open slightly and that’s when he almost broke. Heart tightening and voice catching. 

Someone to play for. 

Kirishima’s smiling eyes closed almost completely with his blush. 

Someone to play for. 

Bakugou swallowed around his own admittance. Trying to hold down the way he wanted to just wrap his arms around Kirishima’s neck, kiss him and never let go. 

Never ever let go. 

Now I have someone to play for. 

Bakugou felt like he should say something, say anything. Anything at all to convey just how much that one line swept him off his feet but nothing was working. Nothing would come out. 

I like you, I really like you. Please, like me back. Just please. 

But nothing came out. Just exhales and inhales. 

All too fast, Kirishima was retreating back to the field looking all too pleased. 

“Oh, and nice jersey. My shirt looks good on you.”

Bakugou peered down to the jersey and smirked to himself, “Idiot.”

Kirishima went off to go play while Bakugou held tight onto the jersey with everything in him to sate his want of a hug, he so desperately wanted a hug from the quarterback. If not a hug, then a stupid meaningless pat on the back or a fucking high five. Like, good game! Put me in coach! 

Just physical contact, the fuck? 

I would give ANYTHING to have him touch me or just stare at me for another ten minutes. To even say shit like that again, I’d sell my eye. 

Bakugou would go eyeless for Kirishima and much more. 

The way he looked at him? 

Bakugou was lucky to still be alive. 

What a moron. 

The team started playing and he got really into it, yelling at referees or other players. Cheering them on and going back and forth with the football team as they passed comments of their own. The team was enjoying his commentary, laughing their balls off and snickering brightly. 

Little shits. 

But Bakugou’s eyes forever stayed on Kirishima. The way he worked hard with every play, never faltered, delivered brilliance and looked so powerful out there. 

Literally, the embodiment of a god. 

Bakugou would love to get down on his knees and—

A whistle blew, flag thrown. 

“Number 19, unnecessary roughness!” 

The announcement had him snapping his gaze to Kirishima, just in time to see the quarterback telling off the offending guy. He was yelling and waving his hands about, clearly upset and Bakugou frowned with concern. 

The player merely brushed him and they started over but Bakugou was pissed off. 

“What the fuck happened?”

“Number 19 is always after Kirishima, no matter what. He’s a senior that stayed back a year but the guy just can’t understand that he shouldn’t play too rough.” Denki said, leaning back on the benched into another player named Midoriya. The green haired weirdo was way too bright to be on the team but he played well. 

He nodded in agreement to his team member, “Kirishima and him are always getting into fights, getting called on each other and just going at it. Coach finally had enough and told Kiri-Chan to stop engaging but the guy won’t catch the hint.” 

So he’s always been a hot head? Interesting. 

Bakugou would keep an eye on that bastard. He wanted to play rough with Kirishima? Then hell would need to be paid. 

“He better watch his back.” 

Everything settled again. The crowd was cheering, cold long forgotten in Kirishima’s jersey. The team played hard and the guy minded his damn step, Bakugou thought it was fine. 

They all had. 

In slow motion, Bakugou watched as the guy beeline for the quarterback and tackled him hard. His stomach dropped, eyes wide as the guy got up but Kirishima hadn’t. 

That bastard… 

The team tensed, some already moving towards their team member but Bakugou was already way ahead of them. 

He was pissed, rage filled and tore across the field. 

How dare that asshole target Kirishima directly, how dare he so much as lay a finger on him. Kirishima hardly deserved that.  

I’ll kill em. 

“You bastard! That was a cheap shot!”  

Number 19 regarded him with a frown, tensing as he got closer and Bakugou launched him into the air. Intending to punch the guy in the mouth when someone grabbed him mid flight. He struggled against the hold, cussing and spitting at the other guy as the referees escorted number 19 off the field.

“Little dude, relax. You don’t want to get kicked out.”


Of course it was him. 

Bakugou would rather not get kicked out but that bastard had it coming, he had a mouth full of fist with his name on it but the damn linebacker was too fast and strong. 

“That asshole did it on purpose!” He growled, thrashing in the guy’s arms until it proved useless, so pouting would suffice. 

Tetsutetsu agreed, “Yeah. He’s an ass hat for sure, but the coach will get him. Targeting isn’t tolerated in the game and he will get kicked out for sure, but why don’t you worry about Kirishima?” 


Bakugou started struggling again as he watched the quarterback get placed into a cart and driven off the field. 


Tetsutetsu let him go and the blond ran off after them. Praying for him to be okay, ignoring all the questioning looks being sent his way. 

If that asshole player hurt him badly, there would be no linebacker in the world that could stop him from getting revenge. 

They had brought him back into the locker rooms to be checked over, asking questions and doing inspections well before Bakugou had arrived. 

He stood outside the door, watching as Kirishima winced and hissed with each move of his ankle. “It’s probably a sprain, that’s not too bad but it’s not too good either. I will go call your parents.”

The redhead nodded, looking completely crushed. Successfully making Bakugou even more pissed at that scum player but his face softened when Kirishima met his eyes and smiled slightly. The room cleared out and Bakugou took their place next to the bench Kirishima sat on with his ankle up. It was silent for a moment between them, Bakugou wasn’t fond of the emptiness.

“Scared the fuck out of me.”


“It’s whatever….” Bakugou shrugged because it was, then frowned at him with concern. “You okay?”

“I mean, sure?” Kirishima frowned in question, “Nothing is broken just sprained but they need to pull me out of the game.” 

The disappointment came back ten fold and Bakugou glowered. “That asshole should go fucking die. What kind of fuck face would directly target someone just because? Was he looking to get flagged?” He started ranting, stamping his foot. “If Tetsutetsu hadn’t stopped me then I would have beaten the living shit out of that guy! I would have, that bitch deserved it! But no, Tetsutetsu had to stop me.” 

He rolled his eyes and Kirishima just burst into musical laughter, cutting his foul mood short. Bakugou glared at him instead, “The fuck?”

Kirishima waved him off, “I’m just laughing because you’re so full of fight.”

“Again, the fuck?”

“You’re so spunky and ready to beat some bastard up that floored me,” Kirishima elaborated with a goofy grin and gleaming eyes.

Bakugou crossed his arms, “You aren’t?”

Kirishima scoffed, “Oh no, T is already taking care of that as we speak but what I’m trying to say is that I like when you get ramped up. It’s cute.”


Bakugou was blushing, fuck was he blushing.

His heart was going wild and he just wanted to cry with the force of how happy his entire body was with that praise.



He thinks I’m cute. He thinks I’m cute. He thinks I’m cute. He thinks I’m cute.

Bakugou would like to combust, thanks.

“Yeah, cute.” The redhead nodded then realized what he said and went red. “But I- you know, not like that! I’m not gay or whatever, I’m just saying—.“

“Yeah yeah, got it.”

Bakugou snorted, turning away to have a small panic in private.

Not gay my ass. NOT GAY MY ASS. CUTE? Why don’t you fucking dick me up and love me already? I am dying here.  

Kirishima hummed to himself. 

“Just, thanks for trying to defend me, Bakugou. I appreciate it.”

Bakugou smiled to the locker walls, hiding it from his voice. “Again. It’s whatever, I hate when assholes don’t play fair. Ticks me off so much.”

He laughed, “Me too… I’m sorry again.” 

“For what?” The blond turned around to frown at the suddenly apologetic guy before him in tight sweaty clothes. What could he possibly be sorry for? Bakugou’s heart was full, spank bank overflowing, night made, life set. Hotel? Trivago. 

What could he be sorry for?

“You stopped studying just to come watch me and now I can’t even play.”


He was sorry for dumb shit.

Bakugou nudged him with his knee, bringing ruby eyes up. “It’s fine, that was the best dumb game I’ve ever been to, even if some asshat knocked you out of it early. I don’t regret coming.”

“You don’t?” 

Bakugou’s heart twinged at his hopeful, sad expression.

The blond smirked, “No, you dumbass. I.. enjoyed it.”

It was an amazing night on his end even if it was kinda cut short but that was alright. Late nights weren’t his kinda thing, leaving early would be good. Just as long as Kirishima was okay and happy. 

It seemed to work because Kirishima was smiling bright one again, crisp white teeth on display and eyes squeezed tight. 

“I’m so glad, Blasty! That’s all I could hope for!”

Bakugou huffed a laugh, stopping himself from cutting the glare of the brightness.

Kirishima was beautiful, pretty, stunning, just so mmm. Decked out in football attire, hair falling about his face loosely, ruby eyes pulling him in. Arms so muscular and big that you just knew they’d be warm to fall into. That guy was the legitimate reincarnation of happiness. Bakugou looked him over, heart growing bigger and chest getting tighter. 

Why was he on cloud nine?

I can’t handle it. I like you so much. Too much. So fucking much and I want to have you so bad, I can literally feel it. It’s driving me crazy but you’re just out of reach. 

Bakugou smiled soft.

Why are you so out of reach?

Then the coach came in, stopping the small build up of tension.

“You’re parents are on the way in to drive you to the hospital. I’m pulling you off until we get the results, so rest up.”

Kirishima nodded, “Yes, Coach.” 

The let down was back on his features, such a fucking open book but he smiled anyway. Bakugou sighed, “I’ve got to go.”

Kirishima deflated again but kept grinning, “Drive safe, Bakugou. Study hard.” 

I really like you.. I really want to kiss you. I really really want to kiss you.

Bakugou smirked, “Yeah, Later.”

Leaving quickly. 

I should have kissed you.

The entire ride home was a mixture of shrieks, screams, groans and him slamming his head on the steering wheel because yeah, he really wanted to kiss him. Like, really badly. Like some little kid seeing a pony for the first time. He wanted to have it and he wanted to ride it. 

He smacked his head on the steering wheel again and groaned.


Sunday came, and they texted all day.

[Hot Stuff]: Morning, 

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*Blasty *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

[Me]: I honestly despise your entire being on days like these. I wake up, and I think, hey? Why the fuck is he like this?

[Hot Stuff]: So you admit to thinking of me?


[Me]: Bye, ignoring you now 

[Hot Stuff]: Oh come on, Bak. Don’t be so mean to a cripple, that’s like rule number one in kindergarten. 

[Me]: Fine. I’ll be nice 

[Hot Stuff]: Really!?!? That’s a new change, thanks! 

[Me]: Yeah, whatever 

[Me]: Hey, guess what 

[Hot Stuff]: Wut? (◕﹏◕)

[Me]: Fuck your crippled ass 

[Hot Stuff]: I don’t know why I expected any different. ╥﹏╥

[Me]: Hah. Loser. 

Then Monday arrived. 

Kirishima was in a brace, hopping around on crutches with every living soul practically gushing with cooing phrases and tending looks. So many get well wishes, small jokes but Bakugou couldn’t think up a jarring comment. Too focused on his lips to really think for that matter.

Would they be soft or firm?

Leading or passive?

Would they steal Bakugou’s breath away?

Did he like biting?

Kirishima talked to him pretty much all day, in person, on text, passing notes. Bakugou responded, answered the best he could but the redheads lips still held president over his mind. Enough to almost be noticeable.  

I want to kiss you.


They laughed at the table, shared food and joked. 

I want to kiss you.

Class, hallways. All throughout the day, it was always the same thing.

I want to kiss him.

I want to kiss you.

It took so much self control to not just pull him down into a kiss, at one point, Bakugou dug his nails into his arm to keep still. He wanted it so bad. So damn bad. 

After school came, the urge never left. Just grew stronger.

Why can’t I just kiss him? It would be so much easier for him to admit his feelings if he just kissed me. Just fucking—

“Hey, Bakugou!”


Bakugou stopped, standing still as the crippled Kirishima came to lean in front of him. He smiled nervously, already making the blond’s skin hot.


Kirishima began fidgeting with his shirt, looking around the ground with lips pressed thin. Bakugou regarded the demeanor and waited patiently. 

“Do you.. Do you um, want to- and this is only if you want to! But um.. Shit, uh.”

Bakugou swallowed a laugh, smiling fondly instead while the big buff quarterback stumbled over his own words. 

“Dinner. With me, do you want to have dinner with me? At a diner.”

Was.. was that a..

Did Kirishima Eijirou just ask my gay ass on a date?

Shit, yeah so he was panicking. Red sirens were wailing in his head, screams and shrieks but he held firm and smiled at Kirishima’s cute stumbles.


Bakugou punched his shoulder, “No worries, I’ll pick you up?”

That took Kirishima by surprise, but what was he going to do? Drive with an injured foot?

“Y-eah, I—” Kirishima was floundering, redder than his hair. Bakugou smirked, winking once and walked off.

“Text me.”

The quarterback stared after him in awe before grinning, “You got it!”

A dinner date with Kirishima Eijirou. Bakugou Katsuki scored a date.

A fucking date.

Oh shit. I have a date.

Bakugou freaked out all the way home then when he got home and sat there dazed while his mother celebrated in triumph to being right. 

A date.

Bakugou stared at his bedroom ceiling.

How did I get this lucky?

And what the fuck do you wear on a date?

Chapter Text

[Hot Stuff]: Tuesday 6:30, my address is (***). I’ll see you then 

Freaking out? Was Bakugou freaking out? 

Biggest understatement known to man. Bakugou was having a gay panic up in his room on a Tuesday morning. 


Yeah, maybe Kirishima was excited to have a date but usually you’d ask the day before. Not the day of so someone could focus on relaxing and sleep it off. 


I’m going to have to see him today and know we have a date. Fucking shit I can’t handle it. I CAN’T. 

What if he kissed him on accident? 

Haha just kidding, that’s crazy no way. Nope. 

… Unless.

Bakugou paced his room.  

What would he wear to a date? What does one wear on a date? How would Bakugou know, he’s never been on a date or liked anyone before. That was all new terrain and he was running in blind with some buff cutie by his side. 

Bakugou was crazy. 

Yeah, crazy for him. 

It’s alright, school would be a good break to think about an outfit. Yeah, no big deal.

I love lying to myself.

School ended up being a blur that he was unable to function through. Ever spend over 5 hours of your day stuck with the phrase 'I want to kiss him’ in your head until it's louder than a symphony and pushed out everything you should have been retaining? Well, Kirishima looked great and was so happy all day, more than usual. Since Bakugou seemed to be the only one to know why, he was freaking out too and Mina was suspicious of them.

But was she able to figure out anything?

Bakugou wouldn’t know, wasn’t really there all day.

The day was over, however, and the date was impending.


Bakugou was excited as fuck. The initial nervousness down the drain because he knew it was a date and that Kirishima liked him. Bakugou was so excited to finally go out and do shit that normal couples did- if not, pining teenagers did. Come on, he scored a date with the high school’s very own Kirishima Eijirou. That was huge in itself, but he scored it because they liked each other back. 

That was the icing on the cake.

Speaking of cake, where are my tight jeans..?

His mother sat on his bed while he sorted through possible outfits, giving her stamp of approval and input that could have been lived without.

“Wear the black jeans, Katsuki.”

Bakugou held them up from the closet, “Was already going to. Just need a shirt for under my jacket.”

Most of the outfit was easy to pick out; black jeans, sneakers, a shirt to be decided and a jean jacket. Really simple but the shirt was nowhere to be found.

Mitsuki hovered over him to look around the neat closet, “Is it the dress shirt or the white t-shirt?”

Bakugou scowled as he pushed shirts out of the way, getting aggravated with not finding it yet. 

“White,” he grunted and Mitsuki huffed. 

“It’s folded on your dresser.”

Bakugou whirled back to locate it, stomping over with a growl. “Why was it there?”

Mitsuki left the room so he could change, “I wore it.”


Bakugou wasn’t late. He didn’t do late. Punctuality was very important to a lot of things, your image, reliability, status and just all around annoyingness.

Kirishima sent the address and Bakugou followed the directions as stated but somehow had ended up almost ten miles from there. The time was 6:15 and was he speeding?

Just a little.

“Stupid GPS bitch, wrong way headass. Never again.”

He drove up to the large white house Kirishima described and parked, sending him a text to come out. The estate was similar to Bakugou’s just slightly smaller with more cars outside, approximately 3. Was one Kirishima’s? Probably, but he had never seen the quarterback actually drive a vehicle other than one of the team member’s. 

Bakugou turned down the radio, watching the front door patiently with his heart souring then came to a stuttering stop when it finally opened.

So stunning..

Bakugou wasn’t necessarily dressed up, the outfit was something he’d wear to just walk out in public. Nothing extremely fancy about it, but what Kirishima was wearing? His heart was thriving.

The redhead hobbled towards the back to put the crutches in then dropped into the passenger seat, bringing a wave of caramel sweet cologne with him. Bakugou greedily inhaled and took in the sight of him; red and black letterman jacket, black jeans with boots and some old band t-shirt underneath. The outfit was just as simple as Bakugou’s but on him? 

Wow, I.. Wow. Just wow.

“Ready to go?” Kirishima asked, buckling up quickly with a grin.

The blond looked over his silk red hair in a half bun and swallowed, “Where to?”
Bless his long hair… I want to kiss him.

Kirishima made a bunch of hand gestures, “In the big plaza by the mall, there is a tiny secluded diner I usually go to.”

Bakugou started driving, ignoring the unfaithful GPS bitch. 

He sneered, “The usual, huh? Taking me to where all the other unfortunate assholes got to go?”

The tease worked and Kirishima sent him a look and shook his head with a laugh, “Hardly, Blasty. You only get to that on the second date.”

Bakugou nearly crashed the car.

Okay, there were things to unpack.

First things first, “Bastard, I deserve top notch quality!”

Second, he just officially called it a date.

If Kirishima was considering it a date, then that would mean… Is that a slight admission to liking me? 

Hope blossomed. 

“Wait- that sounded uh… I’m sorry, not like a date date. You know, just hanging out...”

The hope burned and crashed. 

Bakugou’s expression dropped and he stared tiredly at the road, that was getting annoying. 

Why? Why can’t you just admit you like me too and this is a stupid date? I’m literally dying over here.

The denial hadn’t hurt, just made Bakugou even more ready to drag an actual admittance out of the stubborn redhead. Was admitting it so damn hard? Bakugou glanced to Kirishima, he stared outside and chewed on his bottom lip. The car was quiet again. 

What is holding you back?

The ride to the diner was filled with slight conversation, mostly Kirishima talking up the place and Bakugou drooling openly. It made the redhead self aware every time he glanced over to see if Bakugou was laughing too, only to blush. 

Bakugou parked the car. Kirishima started to get out but a hand landed on his shoulder, “Don't get out yet.”

Kirishima frowned but stayed in place while Bakugou came around quickly, getting his crutches and opened the passenger door with the intention to be caring. He was going to treat his man right, no way would Bakugou let him hop around and struggle with getting his things on a sprained foot. Kirishima took the outstretched hand, getting out and took the crutches with a wide grin. “Thanks!”

Bakugou winked, locking the car and went off towards the diner. 

Don’t worry, Babe. I’ve always got you. 

The sound of rapid crutch movement sounded behind him before Kirishima hurried over to open the door before Bakugou could even reach the sidewalk. 

What is he—

“You could have fallen!” Bakugou scolded to counteract the bright blush from the gentleman act. 

I picked such a sweetheart. What a sap.

Kirishima shrugged the best he could, pulling hair behind his ear. “I wanted to hold the door open for you.”

Bakugou continued after him, “Thanks, but if you had fallen over then your ass would have been left while I ate.” He walked through the door and Kirishima followed. 

“I’m paying, Bakugou. You would need my wallet to eat.” 


Bakugou glanced back with a perked brow, “You're paying? That wasn’t something we discussed.” Paying for the meal? Wasn’t that a bit too far? They could at least split halfway. Kirishima just gave him an amused look instead of answering, asking the waiter for a booth out of the way. 

“Of course! Follow me.” 

Bakugou took up the rear, making sure that idiot wouldn’t fall or stumble. 

You aren’t getting out of that conversation. 

The diner was kinda old fashioned, giving that 1900’s feel. He could see where the redhead was invested in the place, everything was homey. 

Bakugou’s eyes landed on a broad back and slid down to Kirishima’s ass, openly staring … I kinda want to squeeze it. Was that bad? No, they were on a date- even if Kirishima tried denying it. So anyone that had a problem with a short blond checking out some jacked football player’s ass could get in line with all the angry bitches at the back. Bakugou was winning and would stay winning. 

They sat towards the window, out of the way like promised. Kirishima placed his crutches behind the seat, and the woman put their menus down. 

“Can I get you both a drink?”

I need a water, I’m dying. 

Bakugou opened his mouth but Kirishima apparently had other plans, “Give us a minute.” 

He perked his brow again, going right back into the conversation once the woman left. “Who told you that you’d be paying?” 

“It’s fine. I’ve got the bill,” Kirishima reassured with an easy smile that was probably supposed to smooth Bakugou over but he just couldn’t let being paid for go by so easily. He wasn’t used to having things given, even in offering. 

“You shouldn’t have to,” that’s how he had been raised. “I’m not going to have you pay and then me owe you dinner later. That’s not how I want—.”


The blond stilled, Kirishima set him with a serious look. The weight had Bakugou holding his breath, feeling suddenly on the spot. 

“I asked you to have dinner with me. I am treating you, and I don’t mind if you decide to treat me on the next go. You would never owe me anything.”

He’s taking initiative. 

Kirishima asked Bakugou out to dinner and wanted to follow though by treating. That was understandable, reasonable and sweet. 

Great, I’m swooning even more.

With a great sigh, Bakugou relaxed with a nod before sitting back up straight and pointing accusingly. “Wait! You think there will be a next time?”

Another date!?

Kirishima shrugged, letting his attention land on the menu. “I’ve got a hunch.” 

A hunch. Bakugou chuckled airily, “Ah, I see. How cocky.” The quarterback glanced up through his lashes then went back to the menu.

“Good intuition,” he corrected and Bakugou hummed one more, sitting back in the seat. Then the redhead was exclaiming with the excitement of a three year old, “Oh cool! They have those really thick milkshakes here!”

Man, he really is a kid at heart.

It pulled a snort from Bakugou, a sneering laugh following shortly after as he looked at the section of drinks being shown to him merely inches away. “Don’t you dare try to share a shake with me.”

The menu was put back on the table and Kirishima gasped, red hair falling about with the theatrics. “Why!?”

“Because,” Bakugou tilted his head down. “It’s stupid and cheesy as fuck.”

“Well, I like cheesy.” Kirishima held his head high with a mock sophisticated tone that threatened to break Bakugou’s uninterested facade. 

“I figured. The answer is no.”

A hand was waved his way. “Fine, be a loser.”


Bakugou leaned on the table, finger jabbed in clear threat. “Careful, Kirishima. Those are fighting words.”

Kirishima cupped a hand to his ear and frowned, “Huh? What? Sorry, I don't speak loser.” 

Bakugou huffed a laugh, “Little shit.”

What a fucking smartass!

“Bak. I'm like twice your size,” Kirishima burst into laughter, entire body bouncing with its genuine force. Bakugou smirked, baring his teeth. 

“Whatever, doesn’t mean shit.”

Depending on the way you looked at it. In a fight, Kirishima’s sheer strength would overpower Bakugou’s own at brunt force, hands down but it hardly mattered to him because, well… Bakugou would fight anyone, no matter their size or strength. 

The banter was lighting him up inside, battling with wits was always a favorite thing to do. 

The waitress came back in the middle of Bakugou about to counter. He finally ordered his water and fought Kirishima on sharing a shake before agreeing to take one sip. It wasn’t a loss, the idiot was grinning in triumph. Bakugou looked over his own menu, there weren’t any real good choices he was craving at that moment. Maybe some type of sandwich or breakfast food but even then, eh. 

I should get fruit or something I won’t regret eating later. 

The fruit was minimal in selection range; strawberries, dragon fruit, some berries and what not. Bakugou was always fond of fruit over much else, it was about the only sweet tasting thing he could stand eating. Something like a shake? Not palate pleasing in the least. Though, he’d suffer a sip of Kirishima’s weird ‘Double Choco Choco Malt Supreme’ if it meant he’d be satisfied. What a push over. Bakugou huffed in finality to the decision, piling his menu on top of Kirishima’s.

“How tall are you anyway?”

He lifted his attention to the interested ruby laid on him, humming around the straw in his mouth. 

“Hmm? 5’7, why?”

5’7 wasn’t really considered tall nor short, Bakugou was in a little gray area with that but he definitely wasn’t up to par with most of the guys in the school. Genes played a big role and Bakugou had been screwed since the beginning. Hardly anything to really get picked on for but that seemed to be the usual when everyone else hit well over 5’9, what could you really do about that though? Although, the way Kirishima kinda swallowed on nothing and looked him over gave Bakugou a different notion of the way the conversation would go. 


Bakugou knew that well before being told but size difference seemed to hit something deep in Kirishima and he’d like to try and exploit that as quick as possible before the boy covered it up along with his crush. Bakugou sipped once more, trying to be as seductive as you could while drinking water.

This should be fun.

“Yeah, I’m real short I guess,” giving a solitary shrug as if the information wasn’t with underlying intentions. “I weigh nothing. Someone could seriously toss and manhandle me around without breaking a sweat.”

Kirishima shifted once again, breathing picking up as he clearly looked Bakugou over as if gauging how correct the statement was. 

Too easy.

Bakugou smirked around his straw, legs crossed. His own skin alight with the acute attention, giving bedroom eyes over the cold glass. “How much do you bench anyway?”

The quarterback’s adams apple bobbed with another dry swallow, “Something around 210. I can probably do more but me and T never tried.”

210. 210. 210.

That was the equivalent of almost two Bakugous. 

Shit, he’s so strong. He could definitely man handle me without even straining—.

“What about you?” Kirishima asked, clearing his throat and changing the atmosphere quickly. Bakugou sighed in disappointment, putting the glass down a little too harsh.


Ruby went wide in shock. “180? But you’re so—.”

“I swear, Kirishima.” Bakugou warned with narrowed eyes, “If the words small or anything similar or correlated to it leaves your mouth, there will be hell to pay.”

Kirishima’s eyes turned mischievous, lips pursed before whispering to seal his fate. 

“… Itty bitty.”


Bakugou reached over the table at him with full intent to maim. Kirishima couldn’t stop the hooting laughter at his clever tease, barely leaning away from the blond fast enough to escape.


Bakugou growled, laughing too as he ruffled red silk underneath him as the quarterback whined and complained in good nature. 

Little shit got what he deserved.

“Pain in my ass!”

They only got rowdier after that; playing paper football, stacking jams only to knock them down, challenging each other to see who could swallow the most hot sauce without making a face or coughing. Bakugou won his fair share and Kirishima dominated on most, sometimes ending in ties or close calls like their three minute arm wrestling match that was called a truce once the food came out. It was the most fun Bakugou had ever had and it just kept getting better.

And harder…

With each laugh came the forever haunting craving to hold his hand or call him a cute name, maybe be called one back or share food like a couple. Bakugou wanted to do all the stupid mushy-sappy lover shit, and it was all Kirishima’s fault. That guy was somehow changing his views and standing point on almost everything. First, it was having a friend. Second, was letting someone in and defend him. Not running away, instead came together and solved their issues. Third, was considering relationships that wouldn’t be a quick good time and go. Bakugou fucking considered kids with the guy and it was all because of how amazing he treated Bakugou even without an official title. He couldn’t even imagine how much better things would be when it all finally came out. When Kirishima finally said he liked Bakugou too.

He could wait, patience was a virtue and Bakugou would wait. Had been so far, what’s a few months more?

Spending time with Kirishima was worth the time of waiting despite how crazy his heart went under his gaze, fuzzy his mind got whenever they spoke, how his skin tingled after each touch. How just thinking of his name made Bakugou feel light all over yet so heavy- but not stuck, it was a secure weight. He was safe and good, reliable and sure...

Bakugou could do it.

He could hold it together..

I’ve got this.

Kirishima snorted out his milkshake, coughing hard as tears streamed down his face and Bakugou let out the ugliest laugh from the depths of hell.

“What the fuck? You dumbass!”

Kirishima covered his nose and coughed, teary eyes in amused pain. “No!” he cried, coughing loudly. “It burns!

Bakugou only laughed harder, slapping his hand on the table at the boy’s painful expense. Kirishima made a high pitched sound of distress, wiping his nose and looked around for another drink. Taking pity, Bakugou handed his over. 

Kirishima took it and chugged almost all of it, taking moments here and there to cough. Bakugou shook his head, the boy was completely blotchy and milkshake smeared. “C’mere, you’re a mess.” He picked up a napkin and pulled Kirishima’s face to him gently by the chin, wiping milkshake and snot away. All complaints stopped, Kirishima stilled in his hand and stared at Bakugou’s concentrated face. 

The blond furrowed his brow, wiping his lip and slowed, eyes raking. Kirishima licked them and Bakugou mimicked the action.

I can control myself…

Bakugou exhaled shakily, lifting his gaze to stare into dilated ruby. They stared each other down, heartbeat in his ears.

I can do it.

For a second, ruby flickered down then up even more lidded.

I can stop myself.

It would be so easy to just lean in and kiss those teasing lips, finally claim what he wanted. Kirishima wanted it, Bakugou could see it and sense it. The temptation to just pull him in and let whatever happened happen was so hard to turn down, excruciating to deny. But he had to wait and that was the absolute worst part, the shittiest thing of the night. Bakugou refused to have their first kiss be where everyone could see and besides, he swore to wait for Kirishima to admit his feelings first. 

With so much self control, Bakugou put the napkin down and sat back properly. Not looking into Kirishima’s eyes as the waitress brought the check. 

He was okay, being a few inches away from kissing the fucking best lips in the world was normal shit. Bakugou could handle depriving himself once again and not running his hands through red hair, pressing against his strong body, tasting him for a moment of salvation. Definitely could handle not fucking smashing their lips together all for the sake of waiting.

I’m torturing myself.

Kirishima paid with a generous tip.

I’ll be waiting forever, won’t I?

They started towards the exit, thanking for the meal. Kirishima insisted on holding the door once again but Bakugou was too busy trying not to crack to really care.

All I do is wait.

Bakugou waited for Kirishima before heading for the car towards the back of the parking lot. Waiting had been serving him well though, waiting got him everything in his grasp. 

Waiting, waiting, waiting. So much waiting, so much fucking denial.

They reached the car. Bakugou kicked at the ground, not realizing Kirishima had been speaking until a hand landed on his shoulder to grab attention.

“Did you hear me?”

Bakugou shook his head sheepishly and Kirishima fell into another blushing, stumbling mess before him. “We- we should do this again and… and maybe go somewhere else?”

He was being cute and asking Bakugou on another unofficial date while being so innocent and nervous. Was it a tactic to make Bakugou even more crazy? Because it was working amazingly. In fact, a little too well.

 I can hold off.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “You’re super manly to hang out with!”

Bakugou clenched his fists, I can handle waiting. 

Word by word, his control was slipping away. 

Please, don’t say anything else.

Ruby sparkled as they rested on him, light and happy.

I won’t be able to stop myself.

It was a plea, a cry to not make him risk everything they had. Bakugou clamped down hard onto his cheek to stir up some reality of how close the string was to breaking. How thin it was being pulled.

I.. please, just like me back. Please don’t—.

“I actually enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Even if we almost got kicked out for disruption,” another musical laugh filled the chilled night air that wrapped around them. Bakugou could hardly feel it, body gone hot. He couldn’t stop the laugh that came with the memory of all the complaints they received for being too loud. Everyone had been so annoyed.

Bakugou laughed with a small smile and Kirishima stared. 

“You’re smile is gorgeous, Bakugou.”


Bakugou stilled, mouth agape and he stared up into sincere eyes.

What.. what is he doing?

Couldn’t he tell just how hard Bakugou was trying to keep it together in that parking lot after everything that had been built up? The feelings, the trust, the emotions and need. Bakugou was drowning in a sea and the only lifeline in sight was Kirishima but he couldn’t even swim for him yet. Left to float adrift until it was safe to reach, until it was encouraged.

Kirishima leaned against the car, small smile cracking onto his lips. Looking so marvelous and delicious, beautiful and kind. After saying all those nice things in sincerity, making Bakugou confused despite knowing deep down what the truth was. Night wind rustling red hair and…

Bakugou couldn’t do it.

Waiting. Always fucking waiting.

Bakugou took a step towards him.

Constantly waiting for you to just admit what I know. 

Then another.

When did I stop taking? When did I stop getting what I wanted, what was mine?

Kirishima watched him move in, Bakugou had no intention of stopping his approach.

Waiting. Waiting. Always fucking waiting. 

Well, I can’t.

Bakugou stood between his legs, breathing growing heavy. 

I won’t.

Kirishima frowned, “Bakugou?”

I like you, I like you so much. I like you, I like you, I like you.

I want to kiss you…

“Bakugou, are you okay?” 

He stood right in his space.

“What is—.”

I won’t wait.

Bakugou leaned up on his toes, grabbing Kirishima by the back of the neck and pulled him down. 

Not anymore. 

Their lips met and fire exploded through his entire body, goosebumps erupted on his burning skin, mind going still, body flush against him. The only thing left was Bakugou, Kirishima, their proximity and lips. Bakugou leaned further into him until the boy threatened to fall back against the hood.

Like me back, like me back, like me back, like me back. 

Kirishima gave a surprised noise as soon as Bakugou pressed their lips together, eyes wide in shock before he pulled back. Bakugou breathed ragged, arms still around his neck and gauged Kirishima’s reaction. 


The boy’s face was completely red with shock, floundering for words. 

“I- I, but- Bakugou, I’m not- you know—.”

So much denial. 

Bakugou nodded, eyes closing and he pulled him down for another. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” 

Then, Kirishima kissed him. 

All hesitation, facade thrown into the wind and he pulled Bakugou closer. Hand around his waist, other holding his chin. 

The blond made a soft noise at the contact, eyes squeezed tight with his relief. He pressed in further as their mouths moved together, dipped and searched. Closer, he wanted closer. 

Bakugou started trying to climb up the hood, not caring how clumsy he must have seemed, too drunk on Kirishima.

Yes yes yes yes yes. 

It was everything he thought, everything he dreamed and more than he hoped. Kirishima responded to each sound with his own and it was like graveled honey, deep and rumbling. It shook Bakugou down to the core, hard enough to make his knees quiver. His tongue darted into Bakugou’s mouth, tasting of milkshake and whatever else they ate in the diner. Stars knocking into his head, Bakugou was dazed. 

Kissed silly. 

Kirishima squeezed his waist, pressing into the kiss firmer. Bakugou mimicked it, trying to convey everything he had been hiding. 

I like you, I like you, I like you.

He could stay there for hours, climbed halfway on the hood into Kirishima’s lap, being held there by strong arms that were comforting to be in, kissing his crush into oblivion while forgetting his own name. 

But he couldn’t. 

Thing still needed to be settled. 

Bakugou gave a noise of annoyance and pulled back slowly, blinking away the drunk feeling Kirishima’s lips induced him with. 

Wow. Fucking wow. 

Kirishima was just as dazed, smiling down through lidded eyes. “Why’d we stop?” 

Another noise left him and he pressed closer, Damn it. I’m trying not to kiss you, don’t act like that. 

Bakugou leaned in as if for another, whispering only inches away. “PDA is rather frowned upon. Wouldn’t want to be banned completely, I kinda like this place.” 

It got a nod of agreement from Kirishima, “Sure, you’re right.” But he was pulled into another burning kiss anyway, faster than the slow tease from before. Bakugou felt his mind slipping under again and pulled back just in time with a tisk. “Let’s go. I think there’s things to talk about.”

He licked his lips, Kirishima tracked the movement, barely focused on what was just said. 


Bakugou gave a small chuckle, pushing him just enough and pull out of his grip. “Car, lets go.”

Finally, Kirishima knocked out of his mind and sighed. Bakugou got into the car, waiting for the other to buckle before driving away. 

The car was full of silent glances, bouncing legs and wordless desires. Bakugou was tempted to pull over and just jump over the middle at Kirishima but they couldn’t do anything more without talking. He wouldn’t do anything more without talking. 

There were things to still be said. 

Though, not doing anything hadn’t stopped Bakugou’s mind from turning back on and up. 

I kissed him. I kissed Kirishima Eijirou AND HE FUCKING KISSED ME BACK! He was so strong. Fuck, his arms! HIS LIPS WERE FUCKING SOFT, FUCK!

Kirishima couldn’t stop looking over to him. 

Bakugou bit his lip to stop a dopey smile, he was shaking all over. It happened, they kissed. 

I kissed him… I had my first kiss. 

He stole a glance, smiling just slight before focusing back on the road and driving by their neighborhoods. 

Kirishima noticed. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, Hot Stuff. I’ll take care of you,” Bakugou mused, side eye smirking. 

Kirishima choked with laughter and they drive down a road rarely known. The place was somewhere Bakugou went to think, to escape or just yell until his lungs hurt. Hardly anyone went up there, it was special. 


On a cliff that overlooked the city below, Bakugou parked the car. Unbuckling and turned in his seat to face his longtime crush and dream man. 

For a moment, they looked each other over. Contemplating whether any talking would actually get done, and it might never have if Kirishima hadn’t spoken up first. 

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Everything,” Bakugou simply stated.

Kirishima frowned, leaning back against the door. “Everything?”

“Yeah. Everything.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

Bakugou nodded, “We kissed.” 

“We did,” Kirishima agreed. 

Bakugou nodded once more, not knowing exactly where to start or really what to say. They kissed, twice and it was great. It would be great if it happened again but they had to talk. Well… not really, Bakugou needed to know Kirishima’s thoughts before even attempting to do it again. Bakugou had been pining for years, not knowing Kirishima’s real opinion. Not his voiced opinion at least. 

The redhead watched him evenly, playing with the hem of his shirt while Bakugou bore holes into his chest. 

Before another step was taken, Bakugou needed to know Kirishima’s feelings for him otherwise all the trust and confidence he built up would come crumbling down around them all. He had a good standing on the possible outcome but Kirishima was so keen on changing it or denying through and through. The slip up on that night being a date was even covered up even though it was just them two, even though Bakugou made no move to seem negative about it. So what was the truth? 

What do you really feel? 

“I didn’t expect you to kiss me,” Kirishima started. 

You didn’t pull away with disgust or discomfort. In fact, you kissed me harder. 

They needed to talk but Bakugou wasn’t sure where to start and how to ask. 

But maybe the problem wasn’t with what Kirishima needed to say. Bakugou was the one looking for a confession, the one that initiated that kiss. 

I need to take the first step. 

“It took me by surprise, to say the least—.”

“I like you,” Bakugou blurted out. 

I’ll take the lead for you. 

Kirishima went silent then red, a strangled noise leaving him and Bakugou persisted. If he was too nervous or unsure of how to take the lead with what they were doing then maybe Bakugou would just need to show him how to come to terms. 

I’ll show you how to love me. 

“I’ve liked you for awhile. Since… since forever. You were the reason I knew I was gay and it may sound weird but I’m proud of that.” Bakugou held his head high, it was all coming out. The truth of it all. “I’m proud because you’re such an amazing guy, super strong, very good looking, so fucking valiant and manly it killed all hope for any other dumb extra out there. I liked you since the first time I laid eyes on you and I’ve liked you even more after all these weeks.” 

Kirishima was staring with eyes wide and mouth agape in awe. Face turning redder by the minute and Bakugou huffed a laugh in exasperation. 

If Bakugou wanted a confession, then he’d have to give one first. 

“You drive me crazy, absolutely mad. I can’t get you out of my head and I’m okay with that. I’m okay that you’re the one who I can’t stop thinking about. That’s why I… that’s why I kissed you.”

Silence prevailed once more. 

Kirishima inhaled slow and Bakugou felt his confidence slowly falling with the fear of rejection, fear that all the signs he read were wrong and Kirishima being nice was simply because he was that good of a guy. That asking him to dinner was just as friends like he said. Feared that the kiss they shared was simply Kirishima not wanting to be rude so went along with it. Suddenly, Bakugou wished he never said that out loud even though some type of weight had been lifted. 

I fucked up.

Bakugou shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “I- fuck. Just fucking forget I said all of that shit, it’s… fucking, please just forget it.”


Kirishima shook his head, making Bakugou frown. The quarterback shifted in his seat so they were closer and shook his head again, “I’m not forgetting any of that.” 

“W-Why?” Bakugou swallowed. 

Lights from the dash clashed across his angular face, giving a gleam to his eyes. 

“Because I like you too.” 

I like you too. 

I like you too. 

I like you too. 

Bakugou stared, opening his mouth only to close it as an overwhelming amount of relief and happiness threatened to choke him on the spot and send him over the edge. He exhaled shakily, tears pricking his eyes for some reason but Bakugou wasn’t going to worry about that. 

He likes me.

Kirishima finally fucking admitted to liking him. He said it loud and clear and was smiling happily with no hint of a lie. Bakugou was definitely crying, but he’d deny that shit to the grave. 

Holy fucking, he fucking likes me too! FUCK YEAH, I FUCKING KNEW IT!

Bakugou huffed a laugh of relief, wiping his eyes. Finally, just fucking finally. His mind was doing cartwheels. After all that time, after everything, it was true. Kirishima Eijirou liked him back. 

 He fucking likes me too- wait a damn minute. 

“You asshole!” Bakugou shouted and Kirishima’s smile dropped. 


Bakugou glared, leaning closer until the boy reclined his head back with wide eyes at the change in emotion. “You jackass. How come you only told me now? What was with all the ‘I’m not gay’ bullshit? Made me wait all these weeks, all this time twiddling my thumbs for you to finally come to terms with telling me. What the fuck gives?” 

Kirishima’s hands had gone up in defense and he lowered them, glancing away with a long sigh. “I guess I should probably explain...”

“Yeah,” Bakugou waited with arms crossed. 

What was your motive or block? 

Kirishima rubbed his hands together, eyes dancing around the car. “I wasn’t trying to make you wait or lead you on. Coming to terms was...” He made an aggravated noise, trying to find the right words. 

“I hadn’t come to terms with myself yet.”


“I knew I had an attraction to guys- you obviously but… I don’t know. You were the reason I started questioning everything, it’s hard to not fall for you.”

Bakugou’s heart fluttered. 

Kirishima shrugged, “I think I was trying to convince myself to be someone I wasn’t but you never let me get far with that. Just being around you put me in constant panic mode, I thought I was either going to die or pass out.” 

Yeah, I so get that. 

Kirishima looked out the dash, “You really helped me at least say it. That’s impressive to me.”

Bakugou’s brow furrowed, “When we first talked, you said being yourself was pretty fucking manly. That what I did at that assembly was an iconic king moment. What happened to that? Why weren’t you taking your own advice?”

Kirishima licked his lips, thinking for a moment. “I never thought of myself doing what you did, standing up in front of everyone and being who you were. That’s something I wasn’t sure I could do, not something I’d have enough courage for.” 

Ruby locked with crimson. 

“You are a big inspiration to me, someone I admire for being themselves. I mean,” He laughed. “You told the entire school to practically kiss your ass and held your head high no matter what. I was too busy running around on a field, worrying about my responsibilities to ever consider what my feelings were and how to not feel so fake. I’ve been faking all this time and I’m kinda tired of it.”

All the denial was a mask to cover himself, Kirishima was unsure of how to come out and come to terms. 

I’m the first person he told.

That had pride bubbling up and he smiled, “Well, you told me. So, I think that’s a good start.”

Kirishima nodded, “I think so too.” 

Bakugou pursed his lips interest. “Why am I your biggest inspiration?” 

What had he done to be put on such a big podium like that? 

Surely, it’s just because I’m fucking awesome. Who couldn’t resist having me—.

“Why?” Kirishima echoed. “You’re you . You’re Bakugou Katsuki, the smartest kid in Japan. You’re the coolest person, such a badass, someone who can take me up on a challenge and give me a run for my money. You’re intelligent and independent. You’re inspiring and self loving, you don’t take shit from anyone and you defend what is right.”

Bakugou blushed under all the praise. 

There were stars in Kirishima’s eyes while he gushed about him, voice full of soaked emotion. 

“You’re driven, tenacious, full of fight and a pain in my ass—.”


“Someone who is the epitome of manly to me. Someone I can’t handle not being around, someone that gives me goosebumps and butterflies. Makes my heart beat a little too fast and slows my mind down.” Kirishima grabbed his hand and squeezed, eyes soft. “Bakugou, you’re so handsome, fucking breathtaking.” 

Bakugou swallowed, and Kirishima rested his hand on the boy’s face. 

“Your eyes are sharp and alluring.”

Thumb brushing across his chin. 

“Lips soft and amazing.” 

Kirishima leaned closer. 

“You’re so strong, strong for saying something I never could. For things I was scared to be, scared to do. You gave me the confidence, a purpose to work for.”

A million times. 

Those words rang through his head, and drowned out the world. Bakugou as enraptured in his touch, under the praise, stuck staring into his eyes. Kirishima laid out everything for him and gave his heart without any regrets. Did something Bakugou had been waiting for. 

Kirishima poured his soul into that, telling Bakugou everything he saw. Everything he was to him. 



A source of his confidence.

It was his, his heart was in Bakugou’s hands.

You have no idea how much you fuck me up. How much I can’t think properly with you and can’t function. You have me worked up and I’m being driven crazy. You could never understand how much you make me happy.  

Kirishima left his hand on the blond’s rosy cheek, thumb running on the soft skin. 

Bakugou was breathing heavy, trying not to lose his composure again. Keeping it together and restraining. 

“I’ve always liked you,” Kirishima confessed. Sending Bakugou’s heart into overdrive, threatening for an overdose of happiness. 

Then, he whispered softly. 

“It’s always had to be you.” 

That broke the dam. 


Bakugou launched himself across the seat and kissed Kirishima against the window. Fumbling with the seat belt until it released clumsily and climbed onto his lap. Kirishima hummed, wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s tiny body and pulled him in. Bakugou poured himself into the kiss, brow furrowed until his mind was drowned out in white. 


Kirishima was with him on the same page, finally came to terms on liking each other. 

Now, he’d get his reward for waiting. 

Bakugou bit Kirishima’s bottom lip, pulling back with lidded eyes and gave a needy noise as the quarterback rolled his hips up. Fuck, it felt so good. So unreal and otherworldly to be pressed up against Kirishima like that, to have him pulling Bakugou closer as if their proximity wasn’t close enough. 

You’re so hot, so fucking amazing. 

Large hands squeezed his hip and he bucked up again, rutting right between his ass and Bakugou keened softly into Kirishima’s mouth. He threw his head back as the quarterback practically bounced him fully clothed on his erection. Each time be slammed back down, moved purely by Kirishima’s strength and hips alone had him moaning wantonly. Kirishima pulled away and flipped them. Bakugou’s back hit the seat and he went lying down, trying to situate himself as the handle was pulled. Kirishima came to loom over him, broad and muscular, blocking out every source of light until he was a silhouette with the stars encasing his head. Bakugou’s mind was going crazy with it all, losing control as the larger male opened his knees and sat between them. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. 

Kirishima lowered himself down, breathing uneven, capturing his lips in a slow kiss and Bakugou’s mind came to a halt. All thoughts were gone, replaced with the hot molten lava oozing through him and Kirishima Kirishima Kirishima. Bakugou grabbed his biceps, responded with enthusiasm as the muscles rippled under his touch, gasping when a hand slipped under his shirt. He shuddered as it rose higher and higher to his chest. 

“I didn’t bring lube,” Bakugou breathed and closed his eyes. 

Kirishima kissed along his jaw, “We don’t need lube.”

Bakugou stopped moving, eyes opening and he frowned. “Huh?” Why wouldn’t they need lube? Had he brought some? Was saliva enough? 

Kirishima lifted back up to look him over, “I’m not having sex with you.” 

We aren’t?

Dejection had Bakugou pulling away, “Oh…”

But Kirishima was quick to pull his eyes back up and leaned in close to seal their lips. 

“Hey, hey. Bakugou, I’m not having sex with you-“ Kirishima started kissing him between the reassurance. “-right now. -kiss- I’d like to wait -kiss- for a better place than a car -kiss- Okay?” 

Dilated ruby hovered and looks into wildfire.

“I want to, just not right now. Let me kiss you everywhere instead.”

Fuck, you and your words. 

Bakugou bucked his hips, “Alright, Sap.”

Kirishima chuckled low. It was deep like honey, soaked with lust and he dove back in to kiss him. He trailed off, mouthing down his neck and sucked lightly just below his ear, eliciting a breathy moan from Bakugou. 

Something in the pit of his stomach buzzed, thrumming with warm heat at everything they were doing. 

A hand cupped his pec, squeezing. Bakugou’s body responded with a jolt, making Kirishima grip his thigh harder. Another soft suck turned into a bite and the boy jumped again, whining. 

“You’re so sensitive, Angel.”

Bakugou gave a soft noise as his husky voice and hot breath cascading over his ear. 

“Makes me wonder what would happen if I did this…”

The hand kneading his pec lowered, daft fingers rubbing a hardened nipple between them. Bakugou choked, back arching off the seat right into Kirishima’s body. The boy hummed, kissing up his jaw. “Just what I thought,” and kissed him again. The teasing continued, adding to his slushy mind when Kirishima’s hips started grinding against him, pants getting a little too tight. Bakugou’s breath hitched from the pressure, rutting back against him with each roll. Kirishima groaned low and rumbling, sending electricity down the smaller boy's spine. 

So good. 

He gasped as an especially hard thrust knocked the wind out of him. Kirishima went back to his neck, gripping blond hair and pulled Bakugou’s head to the side so he could lick a long stripe from base to ear. Bakugou shuddered, eyes squeezing shut and bucked harder. “Fu-f-fuck, Kiri— .”

“Eijirou,” Kirishima corrected and bit down into the junction of his shoulder. 

Bakugou yelped, “Eij-irou!”

The hand holding his thigh slid lower, looping around his leg and pulled it up higher. Making the angle Kirishima was grinding so much better, Bakugou slammed his head back on the seat with a moan. “Shit, fucking- aahh! Shi-yes, like that.” 

Kirishima never let up from his neck, grinding with slower but hard thrusts that drove Bakugou crazy. He whined, Kirishima was so large. Holding him still with just one arm around his leg, moving him completely with each thrust of his hips. Bakugou groaned, loving it and knowing Kirishima was too from the way he couldn’t stop chanting. 

“You’re so perfect, Love,” Kirishima purred. “So loud, perfect for me.”

So many pet names. 

Bakugou preened at them. A high whine of content leaving his abused lips.

“So amazing, Baby. All I ever wanted, all I’ll ever need.” 

A hot tongue ran over his collar bone, sending a shiver down Bakugou’s spine. 

Holy shit. 

“Again- nnn!”  

Kirishima obliged with a groan. Each stroke of his tongue over Bakugou sent electricity through his dick. Kirishima laved at the exposed milky skin, sucking wetly. Bakugou shuddered, whining brokenly and arched off the seat. The fingers rolling his nipples stopped in favor of pitching. It sent a snap of heat through him and Bakugou cried out. 

“Ah! Eij-please!” 

Kirishima moaned in his ear, rubbing his thumb over the nub until it was hard and red. “What do you want, Angel?” He didn’t even fucking know but whatever the boy had to offer, Bakugou would take. 


The hand moved to his other pec and pulled on the nub hard enough for Bakugou to convulse in his grip. “F-f-fucking shit, do it again.”  

Holy fuck. 

Kirishima growled, moving to the other side of his neck and pulled the stub harder than before, sending Bakugou to the edge. 

The car filled with their noises and rustling of erratic thrusting, windows fogging from the mingling exhales. Bakugou felt clammy, mind gone as that coil tightened in the pit of his stomach. 

“I’m c-close.” 

Kirishima nodded against his collarbone, his own hips losing rhythm. The abuse to his nipples only added to the pooling heat as it overflowed from a rather harsh thrust against his ass. It was too much but still not enough, he needed more.

Suddenly, the hand that had once pulled his head to the side clasped over his throat. Bakugou’s mouth fell open, whine being cut off, and back arching again. 

The hand squeezed. Bakugou’s breath hitched, tensing up and Kirishima nipped his ear, growling low.

“Cum for me, Katsuki.” 

It was enough. 

With a strained cry, Bakugou’s eyes rolled back and he came. Body shaking, hips lifting up to get more contact as a string of curses and mindless babbling left him. Kirishima clamped onto his shoulder, breathing ragged as he rode out his own orgasm and sent Bakugou into his second. 

“Fuck! Eijirou!” 

He cried out again, shuddering through slow thrusts against Kirishima before going slack underneath the other boy.

They gasped for air, basking in the afterglow. Bakugou swallowed dry, Kirishima’s limp weight making him twitch and shift. 


“Mmm,” Kirishima agreed above him. 

That was amazing. Bakugou would survive without sex if it meant they’d do that more often. 

I made Kirishima Eijirou cream his pants. 

Oh yeah, they were still fully clothed. 

Bakugou groaned in disgust, “These were my favorite pants.” 

A muffled laugh filled the car. He craned his neck to try to glare at Kirishima, “Shut up, this is your fault.” 

“Mine?” The quarterback mused, lifting up to hover over him again. “I strictly remember you begging for more.” 

Bakugou shut his mouth, blushing furiously and looked off. 

“Fuck you.” 

Kirishima hummed, leaning down again. “Next time.” 

The blond whipped his head back to retort but was kissed into silence, it was calmer, more innocent than the ones before and Bakugou found himself feeling warm with cheeriness after. The quarterback rubbed his thighs mindlessly, pulling back and looked him over. Bakugou wriggled under the gaze, on full display. 

“Yeah,” Kirishima concluded with no real context. 

“What?” Bakugou muttered. 

The redhead grinned with content, pulling hair behind his ear. “I really want you to be mine forever.” 

Bakugou exhaled, eyes wide. 


Well, it was about damn time. Bakugou hadn’t done all that work and got all those emotions just to not have Kirishima want him back. So fuck yeah, 

“You can have me forever.” 

Kirishima smiled impossibly wider, pulling him up for a hug instead and Bakugou found he liked that just as much. 

Forever, your ass is mine. 

“What are we going to do about our pants?” 

Good question. 

Bakugou shrugged, not intending to leave Kirishima’s hold. The boy thought for a moment, “We can go to my house, it’s closer.” 

They could, but Bakugou shook his head. Slowly falling asleep, body going lax despite the occasional twitch in his muscles.

“Mm-mm. Stay here, sleep in the back. M’tired.” 

“Sleep in the car?” Kirishima voiced to himself but Bakugou nodded anyway, pulling his jacket for encouragement. 

“Alright,” Kirishima agreed. “But you have to let go first.” 

Bakugou released him and Kirishima pulled the seat upright before climbing clumsily in the back. He turned the car off after cracking a window and leaned against the seat. Watching as the quarterback kicked his shoes and slid the jacket off to where the crutches were pushed on the floor. Kirishima glanced over once he got comfortable and Bakugou joined him, thanking his old man for the unusually spacious back. With careful effort, his shoes were discharged along with the jean jacket and he draped himself on top of Kirishima. It caught him by surprise but he recovered, holding Bakugou close. 

His entire body was slipping under, Kirishima’s heartbeat like a makeshift lullaby. 

You’re so amazing, I am glad you liked me back. Otherwise, I might have been a mess. 

The long term struggle of waiting paid off and Kirishima was along for the ride. They would have more to work out and talk about, but that could be saved for tomorrow, right then Bakugou was busy falling asleep to the slow breathing of someone stunning. 

“I wish I had a change of clothes. So sticky.” 

Bakugou nodded, “It’s gross, wish I had your jersey.” 

Kirishima shifted to try and look at him, “My jersey?”

The blond nodded again, inhaling slowly. “Mhm. The first night I had your jersey, I slept in it.” 

“It was real big on you.” 

“Yeah. That’s why I had nothing on underneath it,” Bakugou smirked. Knowing exactly what he was doing. 

The arms around him tightened and Kirishima shifted, “You are very dangerous, Angel.” 

Bakugou shivered at the name. “And tired. Night, hair for brains.”

“That’s rude,” Kirishima whined. 

Bakugou patted his pillowy chest, eyes closed. “Deal with it.” 

Another amused chuckle sounded off with an even softer kiss being left on his head. 

“Sleep well, Katsuki.”  

Night, Eijirou. 

His forever.

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Fingers carded through his short hair in a smooth rhythm. Bakugou whined softly, nuzzling closer to the heat under him and blinked drearily when it moved. He lifted himself up with a yawn, licking chapped lips and peered down at Kirishima’s smiling face. The redhead was laughing softly, hands pulled away from blond hair to cradle slim hips. The car was comfortable, warm and quiet. Only sound coming from their breathing or nature outside. Rays of the sun exploded through the windows, lighting them up and making Kirishima’s hair glow like fire against the dark seats. Bakugou stared at his morning glory, hands splayed on a pillowy chest and he kneaded them with his own smile. 

“Morning,” He whispered. 

Kirishima moved his hips up to meet Bakugou, catching the blond off guard as a stiffened dick pulled a soft noise from his lips. 

Morning,” came the response. 

Bakugou hummed, leaning to place a lazy kiss on the quarterback's lips. Straddling Kirishima and laid down again when the muscular arms wrapped him up. They melted into it, rolling their hips together and Bakugou couldn’t stop smiling. 

Morning grinding? He could live with that too, but they needed to get up for school at the moment. 

Bakugou sat upright and Kirishima leaned after him but was pushed back down by a small hand. 

“Ah-ah, we need to get up.” 

The larger boy pouted, huffing his displeasure with large puppy dog eyes. Bakugou rolled his own and slid into the front seat, licked his lips and put discarded glasses back on, internally scolding himself about forgetting to take the hearing aids out. 

Last night was amazing, no, more than amazing- it was perfect. He couldn’t have wished for a better turn out than that. They confessed, agreed to liking each other and had some well deserved fun. Kirishima still had some stuff to work out and Bakugou would take the lead on certain things without hesitation but they were a work in progress now. Nothing unsure of, nothing on hold. In progress and Bakugou was alight with happiness. Sure, their pants were gross and sticky, necks aching from an uncomfortable sleeping position but all in all?

Best date ever. 

Bakugou, granted, had never done that before, with anyone or otherwise. So the new experience was world rocking no matter how minimal or out of the norm. He would take it again with just as much enthusiasm- if not, more. 

Kirishima Eijirou had been his first kiss. 

Bakugou smirked, looking out over the city with smug glee. He had his first kiss last night. 

I had my first kiss with Kirishima Eijirou, fuck yeah! 

A soft kiss was planted on the back of his neck and Kirishima sighed, “What time is it?” 

Bakugou leaned back against his chest and picked up the dropped phone, eyes widening at the amount of messages and missed calls from his parents. 


[84 Missed Calls] 

[79 Messages From Ma] 

[57 Messages From Pa] 

Bakugou opened the app, stomach dropping faster with each message he read. 

[Ma]: Hey, Katsuki. How’s it going? 

[Ma]: When do you think you’ll be home?

[Ma]: Are you there?

[Ma]: Katsuki, hello?

[Ma]: Are you okay?

[Ma]: Answer me please 

[Ma]: Answer my calls 

[Ma]: I swear if you don’t answer my calls I’m going to kick your ass for making me worry 

[Ma]: You’re either ignoring me or dead or dying. You better be dead because if I find out you ignored me then you will wish to have been dead 

[Pa]: Your mother and I are worried. Did your phone die? 

[Pa]: Answer our calls, we are really worried 

[Ma]: I will kick your ass if someone else didn’t already. I’m staying up and waiting for you to get here, it’s already past midnight so you better be safe, okay? I love you 

[Ma]: Morning, where are you?

[Ma]: Don’t even go to school. Bring your ass right back home

Bakugou sighed, letting his head fall into his hand. 

I’m so dead. 

Kirishima whistled, “Wow, you’re in trouble.” 

Bakugou scoffed, “You think? My mom is going to have my head, I’m screwed.” His mother wasn’t one to care if he stayed out late doing whatever. It was usually school related anyway, but they always continued to communicate to make sure he was okay. That wasn’t the case last night, going so long without it? And then they were going to find out he was completely okay and slept in a car with Kirishima without letting them know? 

Bakugou would be in his early grave. 

Kirishima chuckled, picking his phone up. Bakugou dropped back into the driver's seat, looking up to the redhead and frowned when his face dropped. 

“What did your parents say?” He asked, leaning up to try and read but Kirishima put it away quickly with a stiff laugh. 

“They are super worried, not going to be happy.”

Bakugou settled back into his seat, frown still in place at the weird way Kirishima’s demeanor changed. “Okay… I’ll bring you home then.”  

The frown disappeared quickly after they buckled and drove off. Kirishima gripped his thigh, sending butterflies throughout Bakugou’s entire body but he could still tell the redhead was tense. It was understandable though, they were in big trouble. Not to mention Kirishima would need to make up a reason for him being out all night with a guy, coming home with dirty jeans, nails marks and finger shaped bruises on his biceps. Bakugou merely had to cover, or suffer his way through a punishment, his parents knew he was gay. 

They arrived at his house, four cars occupied the driveway that time. 

Kirishima stared at them. 

“I’ll text you when I get home,” Bakugou announced to pull him out of the trance. It worked, the quarterback looked back and nodded with a beautiful smile while unbuckling. 

Bakugou’s heart jumped.

I want to… 

Before his nerve ran away, Bakugou leaned in for a kiss goodbye. Kirishima noticed and pulled back slightly, eyes glancing towards the house but he kissed him anyway. It was chaste, too quick. Bakugou barely felt Kirishima’s lips against his own before the redhead was getting out of the car and hopping away. 


Bakugou waved, small smile on to hide his confusion and slight dejection. He watched him go until the front door closed and drove off. 

That was weird. 

Kirishima had been off ever since reading his parent’s messages and then that fleeting kiss? Bakugou was put off just enough to feel unsure about their choices. The kiss was really getting to him. 

Why was he acting—.

Bakugou pursed his lips, eyes blowing wide as he remembered something from last night. 

‘I hadn’t come to terms with myself yet.’

Kirishima hadn’t come out yet. 

Bakugou slapped the wheel, “Shit! I shouldn’t have done that!” 

I probably made him feel forced to kiss me, and he did it even though it could have risked everything. 

“Fuck!” His head hit the head rest and he drove home. That was the worst decision, he won’t even know if someone saw them until they texted later. 

“Damn it!” 

Bakugou felt horrible but the worry went away as soon as he stepped foot into his house. 

“Katsuki Bakugou, stay right there!” 

He halted, stomach dropping with each echo of his mother walking closer until she rounded the corner with a worry stricken face. 

“You!” She hissed, stomping over and crossed her arms. “Where were you? Why didn’t you answer our calls? I almost called the police just so they could help me find and kick your ass.” 

His Ma was distraught and Bakugou wouldn’t blame her. He fixed his glasses, “I’m sorry. I should have told you.” 

Mitsuki nodded, “Uh, Yeah. Now, you can be grounded.”

“Grounded!?” He gaped.   

“Mhm. The big G and as the first part of your punishment, you can tell me why you ended up staying out so late without telling us at least so we weren’t so worried.” 

Well, he couldn’t tell her everything. Definitely not the fun parts either. 

Bakugou shrugged, rubbing his arm. “We went to the diner and left, ended up talking by the cliff for awhile. It got late and we passed out, m’sorry.” 

Mitsuki set him with an unimpressed look, hand going on her hip and her red eyes blazed with boredom. “Do you really expect me to believe that.” 

Yeah, kinda… 

His Ma sighed, “Kid, your neck is covered in hickies and bite marks. Your clothes and hair are a mess, I am not even going to get into the stain on your pants and I am not an idiot. I was a teenager once and I know about the parked car on a cliff move.” 


Bakugou blushed hard, not realizing how disheveled he really looked until she pointed it out. He’d have to see for himself once upstairs in the safety of his own room, that was after Mitsuki was done. 

His mom shook her head, “You’re lucky your father isn’t here otherwise you and that boy would be history. Lucky for you, I like him and I have chores that need finishing.”

No doubt about that. If his father had been home, Bakugou could kiss his future with the quarterback goodbye. He wouldn’t have been completely upset, definitely not feel cheated, that was the first reckless thing he’s done with someone else involved. The first sexually reckless thing at that. 

His father would of been ashamed at the irresponsibility on both parts, and Bakugou couldn’t handle that guilt. 

So, thanks to his Ma for taking their side but at the same time. 

Bakugou groaned. 

Mitsuki waved his complaint off. “So, what did you talk about? What did you do?” 

“MA!” He gasped. 

“Hey!” She glared, “I am your mother and I want to know. It’s the least you could do to make up for it all of the grey hairs I got since last night. Besides, it’s my job to take care of you. We haven’t even had the sex talk yet. How am I supposed to teach you if you’ve already done it?” 

Bakugou gasped again, scandalized. “MA! We didn’t have sex. I ended up kissing him outside the diner, then we went to the cliff and I told him my feelings. Then he finally said he liked me back in the fucking sweetest way, such a fucking sap. Then we kissed, a lot… But we didn’t have sex.” 

Bakugou crossed his arms, “He refused to do it in a car or right away. Said he just wanted to kiss me instead like an even bigger sap. And… yeah.”

“How admirable,” Mitsuki quipped. “My future son in law wouldn’t put out on the first date but my son was all for it.” 

He scowled and she bopped him on the back of the head. “Next time you decide to go out with the intention of get marked up, wear a turtleneck. Also, don’t ever do that again or you will never see the light of day.” 

Bakugou nodded. “Yeah, alright.”

She pulled him in for a hug then, sighing in relief, “I’m glad you two finally stopped dancing around each other and confessed. I think things will go a lot smoother now that you both are aware of your feelings. You deserve it.” 

He hugged her back, “Thanks, Ma.”

“Now, go shower and get cleaning clothes on, you are helping me scrub this place before your father gets home. Hopefully it will be enough to save your soul.”

Bakugou scowled, pulling away with no real heat. “Whatever, Ma.” He hurried up the stairs and into his room. That went smoother than expected. Bakugou thought there would have been hell fire and more yelling, not so much understanding and leeway. Him and his mother usually got along in terms of knowing each other’s tendencies and personalities, Bakugou was a lot like his parents so Mitsuki knew how to raise him. Even so, Bakugou felt like he got off easy. 

Wonder how Kirishima’s talk went.  

[Me]: I’m home


[Hot Stuff]: Good. 

Bakugou waited for more but nothing else came so he texted again. 

[Me]: I had fun last night 

[Hot Stuff]: Me too

Bakugou waited again, then kept going. 

[Me]: I’m sorry for making you kiss me in front of your house. 

He started rambling. 

[Me]: I didn’t think. 

[Me]: I was still so happy from last night and I did it

[Me]: I’ll remember next time

[Hot Stuff]: Hey, can we talk about this later?

Bakugou blinked, brow furrowing as something in his chest stung. 

[Me]: Yeah, I was just saying sorry

[Hot Stuff]: Thanks, and it’s fine. I’m just busy at the moment

[Me]: Okay

[Hot Stuff]: Later, Katsuki

Bakugou stared at the phone, not sure why that made him feel brushed off but chose to ignore the sinking festered feeling because he was still on cloud nine damn it. 

Clothes were grabbed on the way to shower, door locked and Bakugou took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. His Ma was right, Kirishima really had a field day with his neck. Indents of teeth stuck out around his shoulders and neck, smattering of dark purple hickies covered the exposed skin. Bakugou looked them over, feeling pride for wearing his markings. Kirishima was his after all, why not sport his claim proudly? Although, when he lifted his shirt it was a different story. His nipples were an angry red, sensitive to even the soft fabric of the shirt and Bakugou pouted. That was a let down, just slight however. He pressed a finger to one closest to his neck where Kirishima had focused on and yelped at the tenderness. It was the one Kirishima sucked and bit over and over, it was throbbing again.

“Damn. Are you a dog, Eijirou?”

Bakugou huffed, peeling dirty pants and boxers off with a grimace at the dried cum everywhere- even on his legs. The state of his pants wouldn't matter nor the tangled, crinkled mess his hair was but the whole neck situation was great. Bakugou would definitely insist on doing that again, many times more.    

He was bubbly, buzzing with happiness. Kirishima was so great, and even better with his mouth and his hands- just in general. Bakugou was going crazy with the memory from last night, his voice and words. 

Shit, it was so great. 

He’s so hot, and fucking huge. God, I want his dick. I need it. 

Bakugou washed up, fantasizing about Kirishima’s dick like usual and left to go start cleaning after cumming again on the thought of getting sucked off by the quarterback. 

His Ma was not lenient with the punishments and he’d for sure get much more throughout his grounding but she helped him anyway. They worked and cleaned, moved things around and dusted until his dad came home. The man was even more worried looking, coming over to hug him tight. 

“What were you doing? Were you safe?” 

Bakugou glanced to his mom behind him, she perked a brow in clear allowance to make something up and he did. 

“I forgot to fill the tank up before going on the date. We drove around for awhile after and the car shut down, the little gas I had in the back of the car was enough to get us to a gas station but it was closed to we waited it out till morning. I’m sorry, Pa.” 

His dad took it with a nod and smile, “Good, smart thinking. I’m just happy that you’re okay.” 

Mitsuki came up and kissed him hello, “Me too. He is grounded for not letting us know, but he helped clean the whole house and even made supper.” 

Masaru lit up, “That’s great! Smells good too.” 

Bakugou shrugged, shooting his mom a look and went off into the kitchen to set the table. His mom joined and nudged him, “Good lie, and on the spot too.” 

“Thanks,” he mumbled. 

They ate and talked some more. 

“How was the date?” His dad asked. 

Bakugou tried to hide a smile but it was useless. “It went really fucking good. We ate at this dumb hole in the wall diner and it was fun, we talked more but I haven’t talked to him all day so I’m not sure how he’s doing right now.” 

Masaru smiled, saying how he liked the kid a lot and Bakugou couldn’t help but agree 

Bakugou laid in bed, back in just Kirishima’s jersey and curled up under the covers with his phone. 

[Me]: I’m wearing your jersey again

He waited for a response but one didn’t come. 

[Me]: It doesn’t smell like you anymore but its still comfy


He must be sleeping. 

[Me]: Night, Eijirou 

Bakugou put his alarms on and fell asleep, cozy in the over sized jersey.

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Bakugou awoke with a bright smile, why wouldn’t he? Kirishima Eijirou liked him back, kissed him and said he wanted him forever. No doubt would that stupid goofy smile last for a while, if not, longer.

He shut the alarms off and opened the message app with a wide grin in anticipation to see Kirishima’s replies from the night before. Would he say something flirty? Maybe cute, or caring like sleep well or good morning ? Bakugou couldn’t decide which would be better, in truth, he’d gladly take either but when he opened his line, nothing was there.


His smile faltered.

He’s probably still asleep.

Bakugou had always woken up early on school days so that was reasonable, he was okay. The blond got out of bed and got ready without checking the phone, not even on the way out the door. He kept the phone off the entire walk, only letting it come to life once stepping onto campus. Bakugou held his breath, lifting the phone to eye level and deflated.


That was fine, they would see each other in school anyway so what was the big deal about messaging Bakugou back after 9 hours of waiting and 3 full of wishful thinking?

It was fine.

So he thought.

Kirishima was there and showed Bakugou attention that was bordering on favoritism so the blond was thriving under the attention but on the same note, the quarterback was distant the entire day. Gazing off somewhere, smile dropping instantly when no one was watching or staring at his phone every passing second. Bakugou definitely found it suspicious seeming how he’d acted overly loving as if to compensate and it left a bad taste in his mouth with confusion as to why his own texted hadn’t been answered yet. 

What the hell was up with him?

The entire table felt Kirishima's shift, being easier with their questions and seemingly putting effort into avoiding the obvious elephant in the room. Bakugou was pissed off by it, sending them expectant glares but they avoided his gaze and carried on the happy bubble surrounding the table. He wanted to pop it, force the truth from Kirishima but it was hard. Finally, after trying to find the right time and way, Bakugou asked the question that had been bugging him. He ran up after the quarterback, tugging on his shirt to stop him and waited as the redhead set him with a warm smile.

Bakugou wanted to give one back but he held neutral for a reason. The question and response was important, he was concerned. “Hey, did you get my texts?”

It was a simple, harmless so he decided to smirk after because it had been about the jersey. Why not flirt a little?

Although, when Kirishima nodded without so much as an explanation, his smirk dropped. “Then why didn’t you answer?”

Kirishima rubbed his arm, looking away. “I was still busy.”

Still busy.

 “You could have told me.” Bakugou huffed with that small hint of venom that had started to bubble up like ink. It sliced off his tongue just as bitter voiced as in his head, “I know we aren’t an official thing but common courtesy goes both ways.”

Even if they weren’t official and Bakugou had no real ground to be acting like a neglected boyfriend, the feeling of distance was still very present and he was not fond of it. Shifting onto another foot as Kirishima nodded in half understanding, mind not completely on the conversation. Bakugou stepped towards him, eyes slits and the quarterback finally spoke up.

“I know. I’m sorry, I’ll tell you next time. I’m really sorry, Kats.”

The apology was rushed but genuine so he huffed, fixing his glasses and looked off. “Thanks.” 

Silence came once more. Kirishima continued to shift, looking around the parking lot with teeth pressing into a bottom lip. Bakugou gauged the nervously searching stance and tried to follow his gaze with a furrowed brow, “Do you have a ride today?”

Are one of his idiots giving him a ride? 

Although, that was shot down when Kirishima snapped out of it. “Huh? No- uh, just looking.”

Just looking?

What could he have possibly been looking at or for? He was acting weirder by the second and Bakugou’s bad attitude was getting closer and closer to breaching the surface. The blond grit his teeth, stepping back with loud stomps that startled the larger boy. 

“Whatever,” he snapped. “I’ll text you.”

His displeasure was clear, practically pouring out of every pore like heady pheromones but the idiot merely nodded fleetingly and walked away. Leaving Bakugou to stare after him and turn away with a growl.

What the fuck was that? What the.. What the fuck just happened?

Why had it felt like they took steps back, just from two days of being apart? What the hell? Why had he felt like they couldn't even talk? 

Did I do something?

Bakugou sulked home, thinking and pondering, making his mother’s greeting drowned out background noise as he wandered upstairs to sit on his bed. During the walk, Bakugou went over everything that happened and hadn’t happened during the date and in between where they were then. Something was on Kirishima’s mind, everyone had seen the changes but said nothing. Bakugou hadn’t either, just asked if he had been ignored and found out that he had been ignored which still stung. So, what to do?

What was there to do? Texting was a bust, he was still grounded so no way could he go over. The next best thing would be to call.

In theory, calling his phone with the possibility of his parents being around might not be smart but he just had to know something. There was a small shadow of worry in the back of his mind that he was keeping at bay for the time being but as each second passed and their interactions played over, the black cloud threatened to swallow his little bit of optimism left. 

He handled things with action, going in head first and always stayed upfront. So, his unsure feelings about that would be handled no differently. 

The phone rang, connector buzzing over and over until Bakugou was sure the call would just go straight to voicemail and end his entire plan, but at the last second was when Kirishima answered.


Bakugou exhaled, he sounded surprised- which was expected, but also unhappy to be called. For a tiny moment, Bakugou really wanted to just end the call so the squeezing feeling in his lungs could stop but he couldn’t, Kirishima answered. 

Come on, you can do it.

“Hey, Ei!” The blond chirped with unwavering glee, “I kinda missed you all day, I know we have different schedules but I hoped we could talk more.” 

Kirishima hummed with a smile in the rumbling tone, “Yeah, me too.”

So far so good, he wasn’t being brushed off or dazed out on. “Do you have time?” 

“Uh…” Kirishima trailed off as muffled voices filled the background.

His parents must be home.

“Is there people around?” 

“Yeah, I have—” A man’s voice rose from the other line, asking who was on the phone and Bakugou opened his mouth to say it’s alright if he went but Kirishima’s frantic tone cut that short.

“It’s no one. Don’t worry about it, was just some random caller.” 

Bakugou stilled, teeth gritting ever slowly. 

Did he just… 

The quarterback was whispering to him in seconds, “I’ll talk to you later, don’t call again. Okay?”

The squeezing in his chest turned into a bitter crushing pain, heart dropping and stomach swirling. Bakugou roughly ran a hand through his hair and nodded with tears in his eyes because wow, he hadn’t expected that one sentence to hurt so much.

‘It’s no one’.

'Don't call again'.

“Yeah, totally.” 

“Later,” Kirishima rushed.

“Bye, Eiji—.” The line died before he could even finish and Bakugou just let the device drop to the blanket below him. Arms wrapping around himself, breathing heavily through the anger and quick strangling feeling of the let down. 

‘It’s no one’.

Bakugou was pissed. 

Pissed at how angry the statement made him, the lie.

Angry because it hurt.

Upset because of the confusion.

Let down from being labeled as ‘no one’, and Bakugou knew Kirishima’s parents were oblivious to everything, he knew but they could have known him as a friend. Kirishima could have told them that a friend was calling, someone from school maybe, a person that helped with a science project even. Bakugou could have lived with any of those and not felt so damn destroyed because they held titles.

But no. 


He was just some random caller. No one.

Someone with no reason to be calling, someone not worth talking to. 

Why had that hurt? 

Why was Bakugou feeling like his heart had been ripped out? 

Don’t act so fucking dumb. 

He had every right to feel like that. To feel so worthless after what Kirishima said, so discounted.

That wasn’t even the worst part. 

It was a pattern, slowly it was forming. Somehow, Kirishima was always part of the equation in him getting hurt, of him crying. What the hell was he doing to himself? Why was he letting that guy get to him, letting him be able to get under his skin? 

Because I’m… 

Bakugou growled, pressing his palms into his eyes and screamed. 

He was so pissed that tears ran down burning cheeks with each angered scream until his mother came in demanding to know what was wrong and then proceeded to help him through a breakdown. 

God, he was a mess.

Nothing was making sense, he hated not having control anymore.

I’m just no one.

What was happening?

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Bakugou hated that he cried, even if it only lasted a few minutes before the overall tears stopped. Leaving dry tracks down his face and a concerned mother to reassure. He collected himself, took a shower to clear his head and just focused. 

‘Don’t call again’. 

There were a lack of options. No texting, no visiting, no calling. Kirishima wasn’t exactly making it easy for them to talk and Bakugou was getting the feeling that it was kinda the point, which was even more of a reason for them to talk. Not only was it nerve wracking, but also very rude after making him cum in his pants to just go all mysterious-unreachable out of the blue. So, fine. He hadn’t wanted Bakugou to call, then there wouldn't be any calling. No out of reach messages through a device, Bakugou would just stop him in school. Where was there to run? It was a building and they were stuck until it reached 2, he couldn’t escape then. 

Bakugou arrived at school and immediately started searching for the redhead, watching the bus for him to get off but he never did. Then hurried to check down every hall and every class the quarterback was in but it was still the same, Kirishima was nowhere to be found. Now, Bakugou was starting to get pissed off. 

Where was Kirishima? 

Begrudgingly, he went to the one person that would know exactly were Kirishima was. His longest best friend. 

“Where Kiri is?” Mina asked, brows raised. She glanced around the empty hallway where Bakugou stopped her and chewed on gum. 

Bakugou nodded, “Yeah. Where is he? I’ve been looking for him everywhere.” 

Something clicked into her head in a split second, he saw the change in her demeanor and she smiled apologetically. “He’s sick, some cold.”

That was a lie. 

So, you have them lying for you now?

Bakugou growled, “Whatever.” And walked away. Fine, his friend would be useless too it seemed. Kirishima had her lying for some reason and now Bakugou was boiling with anger.

What an asshole.

“Hey,” she called out. “Kirishima is still a great guy. Don’t hate him until you know what’s going on.” 

Bakugou glanced at her over his shoulder and kept going. 

That’s what I’ve been trying to do.”


What should I do? 

The day plan was foiled, leaving him with less to work with. That just left the original course of action: 

[Me]: I hope you’re okay

[Me]: Mina said you were sick 

As expected, no reply. 

Bakugou sat on his bed and stared at the phone for an hour, then went for it again. 

[Me]: I want to go out again this weekend, if you’re down and not too sick

At that point, he was baiting for an answer. 

[Me]: We could go to another shitty diner 


[Hot Stuff]: Can’t, I’m busy. I’ll talk to you later 

He, of course, hadn’t responded after that and continued to stare at the phone in what could be clear aggregation. 

I never even said which day. 

Kirishima really was brushing him off. 

Bakugou had continued to ask or slip bait in to get attention but no matter what, he was always got shut down. What could be done? 

He thought, pondered until it came to him. 

I’m handling it wrong, I’m handling this all wrong. 

He’s being a pushover, a bitch just waiting for the answers to come. For Kirishima to give attention and an explanation when there wouldn't be without clear force. That asshole needed to start talking or Bakugou was going to back away, and he really hadn’t wanted it to come to that. There was a lot to give on his part and he knew Kirishima was equally able to be a good partner. 

We WILL talk, so help me.

In a rush, he got dressed and jumped in the car. His mother called after him but being grounded could be pacified for a moment of clarity. 

I’m coming to you, so I better get an answer or it won’t be pretty. 

He sped down the street, fingers drumming in the wheel. Mina said something as a hint, although it had been vague, it was something to work with. 

‘Don’t hate him until you know what’s going on.’ 

Alright, there was something going on. That much was clear as the blue fucking sky above his head but obviously she knew something he hadn’t and that was a reason for him to interested. That redhead told Mina and never told him, now, Bakugou knew full well that best friends were always in the loop and all that, but honestly? Bakugou wouldn't settle for being out of it, he was Kirishima’s friend too and hopefully more, so an explanation- even a vague one, was deserved. 

Bakugou chewed his bottom lip, stopped at a light. Showing up to his house could be a shitfest, the possibility of Kirishima just throwing him off the property for almost exposing him was up for grabs. Even though the quarterback hadn’t seemed like that type, it was also fair to say he hadn’t seemed like the ghosting type either but there they were. 

“What the fuck am I doing?” 

Trying to get his man, keep him while he was at it. Grabbing frantically for a hold on a situation there was hardly any control over. Figuring out the best way to talk with Kirishima without punching his lights out too. 

Bakugou was driving to the house of his longtime crush just to, in terms, get his pride crushed. Each brush off, discounting of his own stance in Kirishima’s life put a crack in his pride and Bakugou wasn’t too fond of that. The initially reaction was to fight back, wound and run but for some reason, a reason he wasn’t going to admit yet, Kirishima always had him staying put. 

Not for long at this rate. 

No, not for long. If he was brushed off again or treated like shit then Bakugou was done. No matter how much that would fucking suck, he’d deal with it. The turn out of the conversation was all in Kirishima’s hands then. 

Bakugou hadn’t meant to show up at his house distraught and on the verge of cracking but a car ride full of thinking and festering really did a shit ton to your mood. Unlike before, however, he was on a warpath. 

Bakugou knocked twice and collected himself because come on, sure he was going to have a talk with Kirishima but it would be the first time he was meeting the parents, a good first impression was what Bakugou was shooting for. It only lasted a few stressful seconds of waiting before the door opened to reveal an extremely scary man. Bakugou looked him over, blinking. He stood taller than Kirishima, larger and built. He towered over the short blond with a massive black mane that contrasted to surprisingly soft red eyes. 

Holy shit, is that his dad? 

The man presumed to be Kirishima’s father looked down on him with calm interest until red looked him over and changed. 

“Can I help you?” 

Even his voice is scary. 

A small part of his brain cheered with joy that Kirishima could be that big one day but he pushed that down for later. 

He glanced behind the man only to find more of him, “Is Eijirou here?”

The man’s demeanor shifted when Kirishima’s name was used, “Eiji- no, my son isn’t home.” 


Well, there went the fifth plan. 

Bakugou sweared on reflex, begging for it not to have been heard and pursed his lips. “Okay, thank you.” He turned to leave because what real point was there to stay? Nothing to do besides talk with him at school, or not at all. 

He’s going to be sorry. 

That would be a garante. 

“What business do you have with my son?” The man asked, tone invasive. It had Bakugou turning back with his brows furrowed. Red stared back, focused. Was there a reason to his eyes being a degree colder than before? 

“I came over to talk with—.”

Suddenly, Kirishima pushed past his dad and looked between them. Bakugou stared then glanced up to his father. 

He lied? 

“Katsuki, what are you doing here?” Kirishima asked stiffly, eyes nervously shifting between them all. 

He fucking lied. 

Bakugou wasn’t sure what was making his blood boil more, the fact that Kirishima’s dad lied about him being home or the way those red eyes bored into his soul and picked him apart inch by inch. He rolled his shoulders back, face hardening the way it always had when his walls started to rise. 

The man’s eyes narrowed once more, “What is your business with my son?” 

He’s judging me.

“Oh,” Kirishima started a cover up. “He’s just—.” 

“Nothing,” Bakugou cut in harsh, scorn blazing in his eyes hot enough to set the world on fire, “I’m just some random caller.” He gave Kirishima a pointed look and turned away, tired of the entire situation. Kirishima’s father lied about him being home then the quarterback had the nerve to try and lie about Bakugou’s presence? Not to mention the way his father scrutinized Bakugou from the door. 

Fuck him. 

Bakugou only got three steps off the doorstep, however, before Kirishima called after him. 

“Wait! Katsuki!” 

Bakugou huffed, teeth gritting when the father spoke up as well. 

“What is going on? Get back in this house, Ejirou.” 

“Just wait, I need to talk to him.” Kirishima pleaded, hopping out the door and after the blond.  

Bakugou kept going, rightfully pissed. 

Oh, so now he wants to run after me?  


Fuck off.

“Stop! Wait!” 

“No,” Bakugou snapped. “Go back inside and leave me the hell alone.” It was over, their little fairytail was finished. Kirishima lost his chance and Bakugou was tired of it all, just stressed and wanted to punch something or drop off the face of the earth. He got in his car and started the engine but forgot to lock the doors on entry like an idiot. Kirishima opened the passenger and started to clumsily get in. 

What the fuck?

The blond glared, teeth bared and tried pushing him out. 

“I said no!” 

The quarterback was a lot heavier than anticipated though and pressed harder until the door closed behind him and dropped down in the seat. Kirishima looked to him, “Katsuki, I said wait.” 

Bakugou shook his head, trying not to cry again in front of that bastard. All the anger was moving to overwhelmed tears and Kirishima being persistent was not helping. It only made it worse. 

“Get out of my car,” Bakugou ordered while glaring unwavering at the road ahead. 

Kirishima stayed put, “No.”

He grit his teeth, “Get out of my car.” 

Just fucking leave me alone.



“Get out of my car, Kirishima—.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I’m not leaving.”

Bakugou gripped the wheel hard, “Get out of my car!”

Kirishima locked his door, “No, I’m not!”


Tears pricked his eyes, anger cresting. He turned on the taller boy, “GET OUT OF MY FUCKING—!”

“NO,” Kirishima refused in a booming voice that had Bakugou gasping from its authority. His eyes went wide and he started shaking, teeth gritted so hard they should have been shattered. 

The ringing of Kirishima’s tone had tears ripping out of his eyes, but Kirishima’s own stayed soft. 

“I’m not leaving this car until we talk, now go.” 

“Where!?” Bakugou shouted, trying to grab ahold of control again.

Kirishima buckled, making no move to sooth him. “Wherever. Just drive.” 

Just drive. 

He talked like Bakugou was in the mood still. News flash, the will to talk was gone. Bakugou’s hold on his weird emotional state was slipping and so was his ability to stop from exploding. There was a thin line that should never be crossed to protect others from Bakugou and Kirishima just completely destroyed it. 


Bakugou hadn’t wanted to talk, he wanted to scream, fight more until Kirishima gave up and left so he could go home and collect the scattered pieces of himself. Since when had Kirishima gotten such a frightening yell? God, Bakugou hated being yelled at and it really showed with how much he trembled in the driver’s seat while fat tears rolling down his face in fast successions. The redhead hadn’t even made another sound, just sat there with this stone finality that they would go and talk or Bakugou would be stuck with him there. 

He’s so fucking stubourn.

What was with his sudden need to talk? Had he noticed Bakugou’s instant withdrawal and freaked out in fear of losing him? 

That would be fucked up but expected. 



Bakugou hiccuped, putting the car in drive violently and sped off. Leaving Kirishima’s family with that entire scene to process, going to the only place he could think of in his muddled mind.

The place where it all started and probably the place it would end. 

Stupidly weak whines and gasps left him with the desperate attempts to hold in the cries but it was utterly useless. Whenever Bakugou broke down, he crashed hard. It hardly helped that Kirishima stayed silent, focused outside the car so the only noise came from the reving engine and Bakugou’s fucked up emotions. 

What else was new?

Bakugou whipped the car along the cliff railing, making Kirishima lurch and finally give a noise of alarm before shooting a look to the blond but he wasn’t even paying attention. Busy staring out over the cliff at the city, hating how the tears messed up the view and made his glasses all wet. He took them off and used the sleeve of his jacket on the glass, sniffling. 

Why had they always ended up in a blowout? Why was it always a misunderstanding? 

Why couldn't they just enjoy each other for a moment of peace before someone got hurt or shut out? Without having to yell or fight. 

Where was that for them? 

Kirishima unbuckled. 

Bakugou waited for him to speak, swallowing spit and snot pitifully. 

I look so pathetic.

“Talk to me,” Kirishima requested softly. Bakugou took one more blurry regard to the city and let his puffy gaze land on the quarterback. He wanted to look pathetic anyway, it made the crease of guilt on Kirishima’s face that much sweeter. 


He had a lot to say, more to ask, too much to think about. Kirishima nodded encouragingly and Bakugou sniffled with a nod. 

I wanted to talk in the first place. I can talk.

“I don’t know what went wrong but I… fuck, you’re an asshole.” That ended in a less than amused laugh that Kirishima stayed quiet for. Bakugou wiped the still free falling tears away with spite and stared at his twisting fingers, “You’ve made me cry more than I have in my entire life- and I swear I’ve said that to you before, but god damn you fuck me up.”

It could have been taken a multitude of ways but the how the other boy’s throat bobbed in a nervous swallow said the gist was grasped. Bakugou pursed his lips, letting a blazing gaze sear into ruby. “I don’t cry or wallow like a bitch, I hold myself together and fight back. I mean, look at me. I’m a fucking mess. But you. You’ve made me feel things I haven’t before and I’m not even sure how to deal with them. They are new, all of this is new and I know it’s going to be new for you but here we are. On different sides of the road.”

Kirishima frowned, “I don’t want to be, Kats. I want to be on your side and work together.”

“Yeah? That’s funny,” Bakugou mused bitterly. “It sure hadn’t seemed like it the past few days.”

Not at all. It gave the message that Bakugou was better off stepping back and moving along but apparently there was a requirement to be a mindreader when wanting to be with Kirishima. Sad to say, Bakugou wasn’t one.

“What you did was fucked up, so fucked up.”

Kirishima let him go and Bakugou took off with it, eyes narrowed for emphasis and body tilted his way. “It was so shitty to be ghosted, annoying to be brushed off and you really are an asshole for it.”

The quarterback sat sideways, injured ankle drapped off the seat. Expression guilt ridden with hints of stress in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that—.”


The blond cut him off, “Are you sure? How can you say you couldn’t control what your words meant and expect me to believe that you want me forever? Because right now, I’m not sure about it.” 

Come on, really? That was the dumbest excuse ever created and it was only adding to the aggravation. Saying he wasn’t in control of the way his words came out gave free space to assume everything was uncalculated. 

“I’m sorry—.”

“Good!” Bakugou shouted, venom seeping through to hurt the redhead just enough for the point to get across. “You should be! If I was worth anything to you, then I would have been given a little explanation or heads up because I’m special to you, worth more to get a little ‘hey, just so you know’. But I wasn’t. What was I worth? A bunch of brushing off bullshit mixed with a title of being no one. Do you know how shitty that was? To sit there and hear I was nothing ? I didn’t even know why you lied so it wouldn’t hurt so goddamn bad.”

“Kats, I—.” Kirishima was cut off again, eyes desperate to explain.

“Do you want to know what I say you are to my parents? An amazing guy, my dream man. The best thing I could have been gifted, everything I ever wanted. You are everything. I’m stuck as nothing. What am I supposed to say? To do?”

Bakugou waved in the air, inviting a solution he knew wouldn’t come.

Kirishima rubbed his arm, looking away. “I don’t know.”


They hardly knew how to be in a relationship, that was a given. He was going in just as blind as Kirishima but unlike him, Bakugou had common decency to not brush him off or just go ghost in a matter of hours. His opinions and views were voiced, loudly. 

Of course you don’t know.

What else was to be expected from someone still not out of the closet and clearly an idiot with communication?

Bakugou really wanted to laugh, maybe the swell in his throat were bouts laughter but it was swallowed down and put away for a more fitting situation. He leaned on the window, hand giving his head support, “If you aren’t sure then I might as well be completely blind and take my hearing aids out because I’m walking around senseless here with you. You get me so fucking mad, you make me cry and make me want to just curl up in a fucking ball and die.”

Kirishima winced.

Bakugou fumed, sighing. “Yet, somehow. Through all of that, I still want to kiss you until I’m lightheaded. I’d give myself to you despite all of that bullshit, it’s actually laughable how much I want you with me. Though, I’m not too sure it goes both ways. What do you have to say for that? Because I’m sorry.” He side eyed the quarterback, analyzing his confusion. “I’m sorry I might have caused any problems or posed as a burden to you lately but it wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t part of the memo.”

The car never stayed silent, pockets in the voices being filled instantly. Kirishima pulled on his hair and groaned in distress. “I’m horrible for it all,” he agreed. “It was the worst thing I could have done but I panicked!”

About what?

“It’s hardly an excuse but I did and I wasn’t sure how to do any of the whole boyfriend relationship thing with you.”

Hold on.

“Boyfriend relationship?” Bakugou echoed in almost a challenge. 

That seriously couldn’t have meant what I thought it did.

He might actually flip his shit.

Kirishima blinked, “I- well—.”

“Are you saying you reacted that way and panicked because you were afraid of doing the ‘boyfriend thing’ ?”

Be lying.

The redhead’s face scrunched while trying to word it right even though there would be no way to save his soul after that. “Yeah- I mean—.”

Oh, what the fuck?

“After all the shit you pulled and without even formally asking me, are you saying you were holding out and not talking with me because of something that involved me? Because of something we could have talked about together and worked through?” Bakugou glared, teeth bared because holy fucking shit that would be the most idiotic shit ever to have gone through his hearing aids. Afraid of a relationship, unsure about it and risked never having one in the first place. Was that what Kirishima decided to confess to? To lie on?

The idiot started floundering, eyes wide.

God, I can’t even... I can’t even stand you.

Bakugou shook his head, exhaling through his nose. Anger making his skin crawl and the car too small, he needed to breathe.

Without any grace to it, he ripped the buckle off and stormed out of the car, walking away. Stomping harder as the sound of Kirishima getting out car after him filled the open rock ledge. He yelled for Bakugou to wait and slow down. Yeah, maybe walking fast on purpose because Kirishima couldn’t keep up was petty, but honestly? 

Fuck that. There was pent up stress to expel so a brisk walk to nowhere in particular was great. He wasn’t even aware of where his legs were going, only thing running around his mind were Kirishima’s calls and begs for him to come back, the never ending chorus of ‘ fuck you’ , and the fact of Kirishima still not saying the full truth.

“Come on! Please!”

Bakugou kept going.

“Katsuki, slow down!”

He went faster.

“Let me finish talking!”

Why should I? Hardly anything he said really gave clarity, it was just full of excuses, admittance, apologies and bullshit. Bakugou wanted more, and he knew Kirishima had it.

“I care about you, Kats! I really do, and I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry!”


“Turn around and let me explain!”

“No!” But he started to slow anyway, not pushing his legs to go unreasonably quick anymore.

“You mean too much to lose! Katsuki, please!”

Should have thought about that.

Slower and slower, his pace went until Kirishima hadn’t needed to shout anymore. Footsteps less frantic, voice filling with more confidence.

“Please… “ 

Bakugou shook his head, huffing. He needed more from Kirishima other than what was given, craved some sort of deeper root to the madness going on but being important and needing to explain wouldn’t do much in trying to get Bakugou to listen. 

Although, Kirishima always seemed to know just what to say.

“Fine. I understand if you hate me. I would to. I’ll leave and walk back so I won’t bother you anymore, I’m sorry… “

Is he serious? What a fucking idiot.

Bakugou stopped, eyes rolling into his skull and turned around to march right up to the shocked but relieved quarterback. He glared and shoved hard enough to send the larger boy staggering back. 

“Why are you acting distant with me? I'm not someone you can brush off and lie to. I’m supposed to be yours forever, that’s what you said in the car so you better start busting your ass to show me just how much truth that statement held.”

Kirishima eyes were wide before he sighed, staring at the ground. “Alright. I’m sorry, you’re right. You don’t deserve any of that, you deserve an explanation.”

Bakugou stomped his foot, arms crossing. “Damn fucking right I do.”

Would he finally get the actual root problem or would it be covered up by more nervous reasons that hardly warranted what happened. Bakugou watched patiently, gauging how the redhead rubbed his arm and inhaled as if the anticipated words were hard to spit out. 

Don’t let me down. 

“My dad came to town the night we went to dinner.”


“When I was 6, my mom and him went through a nasty divorce. She ended up with my momma, I have two moms by the way, and my dad kind of abandoned me. I mean,” Kirishima shrugged. “We got money for me but I never saw him after that. No birthday cards, no congratulations on my successes. It was always radio silence with the occasional check in the mail. He came back in my life when I was 14 and it was hell ever since.” 

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, not grasping the implications. Yeah, that was tough and they’d definitely talk more about it later but that couldn’t just be it. 

Kirishima exhaled, jaw flexing. “He’s a homophobic asshole that doesn’t accept my moms but wants in my life. He’s suspicious of any guy friend I bring around which was so confusing growing up and he was even more skeptical when he saw you drive away after dropping me off. He was asking too many questions about who you were and why I was with you all night. I was lucky he didn’t see us kiss. He couldn’t know, not before my moms and not before me and you established our relationship. That’s why I completely hid you away.” 

Bakugou stared, arms uncrossing. 


Now, that changed the whole situation and problem drastically. Bakugou’s anger just took a nose dive into concern and understanding. 

Kikrishima stepped towards him and Bakugou stayed put. “I know we didn’t pop the question and I wasn’t calling us an official thing without doing so. But, we do have a type of dynamic that could progress into one and I wanted to officially ask you after he left so we could actually come out together to my moms.” Kirishima gave a goofy grin to counteract the sad look in his eyes. 

Bakugou chewed his lip, thinking. Kirishima was going over everything and explaining so he could be in the loop. Homophobic father and closeted son, Bakugou could see where panic and drastic measures would play into that. It made sense as to why Kirishima said no one, and went MIA in such a short amount of time. Then he went ahead and said they’d come out to his parents together? That was a big step, not just for them but for Kirishima. He would be stepping out and being himself with a new boyfriend. To know Kirishima wanted him there when it happened was honoring. 

He’s still the sweetest idiot I’ve ever met. 

With all of that said, Bakugou was still suspicious of his father. The large man who dissected him where he stood. 

“So, what about your dad? What’s the story with him after he came back?” 

Kirishima scratched his chin, “He wanted in my life because I’m a shoe in for success.” 

Well, that was fucking horrible. 

“After all those years of wishing he was there, I just felt like such an idiot after finally meeting him.” Kirishima looked over Bakugou’s head, brow creased. “Every year, he visits to see me and spend some time and it’s always the same. Nasty, suggestive comments to my moms and asking me about college and making sure I know he’s my dad and I’m with him forever like a trust fund. It’s sickening.” 

Bakugou watched the redhead’s expression morph into agitation. He grit his teeth, fists bawled. “It’s sickening to know that he’s going to hate me when I finally come out and give us all hell for it. He’s probably going to blame them for it and I… I’m going to be so fucking pissed. They did nothing but love me, raise me amazingly and support me no matter what. What did he do?” Kirishima threw his hands out, “Donate sperm and take off, then come back with a bigot attitude, spreading his idealism and dreams on me to carry and bring him wealth. God, it’s so frustrating.”

Bakugou held a hand up, “Wait, wait.” He needed to bring the conversation back for a once over. “Are you saying that you really never wanted to play football?”

No way. 

Kirishima pulled hair behind his ear in a stressed habit, “No. Not at first and not really now. When he came back, he suggested I start playing because I was too ‘scrawny’ and easy to target so I played football for him. To make him proud and I’ve been playing ever since because it’s like second nature now. But, if I had the choice? I wouldn’t go to college for it, I wouldn't spend my life playing a game for someone that hasn’t gone to a single one, that won’t even love me once they know the real me.”

Images of Kirishima as ‘scrawny’ went through his mind and out the door. His father was pressuring a career over his head and Kirishima had been drowning with it for so long. 

What a bastard.

“I want to do something and be myself,” he whispered. 

“A firefighter?” Bakugou asked even though he knew full well. 

“Yeah,” Kirishima smiled. “That was my big dream as a little kid; to be a hero and fight for the safety of everyone around me. I know the risks and all that, I also know the risks of following a dream that was never solely my own.” 

He started walking to a bench that overlooked the cavern and paced, pulling on his hair and Bakugou started to worry. 

“I’m almost out of high school. I don’t want his dream. I don’t want to do it anymore, but I can't let my team down.” He huffed, desperation dripping. Bakugou walked after him when Kirishima started breathing heavier. “I… I’m stuck and I don’t know how to- how am I supposed- shit, I don’t—.”

“Hey, shh.”

Bakugou dragged him down on the bench, pulling his face to his and rubbed tears away.  “Baby, shh.” 

Kirishima exhaled in the blond’s touch, pressing his forehead to Bakugou’s chest and trembled. He ran fingers through red hair and soothed the quarterback more. 

“Breathe, Eiji.” 

He’s torn between three lives, what the fuck? I take back what I said before, he’s just in a fucked up situation. 

Kirishima was needing to choose between himself, his dad and his teammates. Surely, his friends would understand but a dad? Especially one like he said? It would be hard to finally stand up and say no. 

Bakugou sighed, “You don’t have to be bound by him anymore. You don’t have to be his pawn or follow his dream. Why would you listen to the plans of someone who isn’t even worth your devotion, or worth the loving gesture. You’re such an admirable and noble person for it. For sucking up your own dream and going with something else because it makes them happy. That’s manly as fuck, but it’s alright to put yourself first.” He kissed the crown of Kirishima’s head, “You know? It’s alright to be selfish and say no. Besides, you may kill more people being a football player in those sexy ass tight pants anyway.”

Kirishima chuckled, gripping handfuls of Bakugou’s sweater and lifted his head up. 

Bakugou smirked and kept going. 

“You want to be a firefighter? Then you be a damn firefighter. You want to be who you are? Then you be who you are. If that asshole wants to say anything about it then I’ll gladly say a few nice choice words and maybe show him the door.”

“Oh yeah?” Kirishima quirked a brow. “He’s bigger than me.”

Bakugou scoffed, chest puffed up. “Like that would fucking matter. I can’t stand homophobes and I’m sure your moms wouldn't mind watching him get his ass kicked.”

“Not at all. Mama was itching to do it for so long.” Kirishima played with the strings on his hoodie, eyes gleaming with sweet adoration. It washed over Bakugou, making butterflies come alive to flutter around his stomach again. 

I can’t stay mad, not seriously. 

He booped the red haired boy’s nose, lightening the mood. “As for letting your team down? They will understand. Finish your school year but let the colleges look for someone else. Finish your high school career care free, enjoy it instead of pressuring yourself to catch college’s eyes. It will be more enjoyable and the people that want the opportunity will be grateful.” 

Kirishima scrunched his nose up, “When did you start being great at giving advice?”

Excuse- what a fucking shit.

Bakugou chopped him on the head. “I’ve always been amazing at it, what the hell are you talking about!?”

“Nothing, just saying that your cute when you pour your heart into helping someone.” Kirishima whined, rubbing the bruise.


Bakugou sputtered, red dusting his cheeks and ears. Kirishima smirked, knowing what he’d done and giggled musically. 

Pain in my ass. 

“You are annoying,” Bakugou grumbled with no real heat. 

Kirishima mused, “I know.”

“I’m still mad about being brushed off,” Bakugou reminded. 

Kirishima nodded, smile slightly sadder. “I know.” 

“Could have told me.”

“You’re right, I could and I should have. If you’re going to be my boyfriend and rightfully as my best friend, you will be the first one to know what’s going on.”

The shorter boy smirked, “Boyfriend, huh? You going to ask me or am I just getting the congratulations now?”

Kirishima returned it, eyebrows raised. “I will.”


“You’re a rather impatient one.”

“Damn right,” Bakugou confirmed. Leaning closer, “I want what I want and I want it now.” The sentence ended with a pointed look that hadn’t gone unnoticed. 

Kirishima’s pupils dilated and he pulled the blond close. Bakugou’s hands played over his chest and he stared up with lidded eyes. 

What he’d give to kiss him in that moment. 

You’re so hot, fucking damn. 

Kirishima stopped, inches away and exhaled. “You’re going to need to learn patience, Angel.”  

Bakugou purred, focused on his lips, moving closer. “Mmm, no thanks. Rather not.”

Right before they kissed, Kirshima pulled away completely with a sad sigh. “Sorry, tough love.” 

It drove Bakugou crazy, but there was no way he’d miss out again. Their last kiss was shitty anyway. 

“Asshole,” he whispered and pulled Kirishima to him. They sighed when their lips connected, hands gripping in hopes to never let go. Bakugou hummed, moving closer when Kirishima tugged on his hips. 


Bakugou was right back to where he belonged; in Kirishima’s arms, being kissed into madness while going lightheaded. Kirishima softly pulled him closer, lips pressing firmer with each tilt of their heads as fireworks went off one right after the other. His lips were intoxicating, making Bakugou dizzy. He held tighter, lips dancing together with low hums and high sighs passing between them. Bakugou shivered when a hand ran up his spine, arching when it made the descent down. He gripped strands of hair, keening with brows drawn together the deeper they kissed. 

It was fire. 

Warmth, like home and Bakugou never wanted to leave. 

Not yet at least. 


Finally. Finally. Finally. Finally. 

They worked it out, got onto the same page and were going to work on making it up. Sure, Kirishima’s home life proved to be a problem and Bakugou would be more than grateful to help so long as they kept moving forward with communication still open. They could figure out how to be in a relationship, how to be in one together. It was a trial and error thing, Bakugou was starting to realize that. 

We are good together. 

They’d prove that over time. 

Bakugou pulled away, getting peppered with soft kisses all over his face that made him huff a laugh. Kirishima continued to lay kisses over his nose, cheeks, forehead and jaw until the blond pressed his head into the redhead’s chest, curling close. Bakugou wanted to be in his arms, craved to be held after so long of waiting and he’d get it. Besided, Kirishima only smiled and wrapped muscular arms around the blond. 

They sat on the bench for awhile, looking at the city with no intentions to leave. Bakugou wasn’t going to pull away and Kirishima never loosened his grip. It was peaceful, a true moment of bliss and Bakugou exhaled within it.

Yeah, they would be alright. 

He’d make damn sure of it. 

“You know… I was really close to giving up,” Bakugou admitted softly. 

Kirishima tensed, “It’s my own fault—.”

“Not entirely,” came the correction. “You had your reasons and they were acceptable for the situation so I forgave you. I’m not going to give up so easily next time, not that there will be. Or I hope there won’t.” 

“I’ll do my best to make sure one doesn’t come.” 

“No promises?”

Kirishima chucked, “No, Sweetheart. Promises are built to be broken, saying I will try means I’m actively working on it and I think that’s more important.” 

Bakugou thought that concept over and nodded, “Alright. I’ll take that.” 

“Good,” he hummed. Another kiss was left on the side of his head before Kirishima sighed in relief. “I won’t let him get in the way of us, that part of my life won’t be under his control. You are mine and I won’t let you go so easily.” 


Heart soaring, Bakugou wiggled closer. 

“I like the sound of that.” 

“I’m glad, Kats. I’m really glad.”

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Hey everyone. I want to thank you all for the support and feedback over this story. It's been a long ride and I don't plan on letting it end anytime soon- or too quick.

I have a lot planned for this story so rest assured this won't be the end and this is not the end of me. I'm taking a well deserved mental/school break to really focus more outside of my writing. I'm sorry to leave you all on a cliffhanger, but if you have suggestions for me or requests then send them my way, I'd love to hear them and work them into the plot. I'm not sure how long I will be gone for but until then, read some of my other works if you want. I bookmarked really cool fics as well from a few friends of mine. (I also have a real famous fantasy KiriBaku, TodoDeku if you want.)

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