It was one thing for Kirishima to insert himself in Bakugo's life. It was one thing for him to lean on Bakugo like he hadn't a healthy fear of his quirk, to walk him home like Bakugo needed the company, to drag him along when their friends -ugh, Kirkishimas friends!- wanted to do something stupid like hang out. It was one thing for the man to have the AUDACITY to try to fucking save him, but this? Kirishima greeted Bakugo with his perpetually bright smile full of razor teeth. Kirishima held his arms out wide like the seething Bakugo would actually fill them.

"Hey, Baku-"

"Shut the fuck up, and wipe that look off your face before I do it for you!" Bakugo cut him off, holding out a hand towards Kirishima.

Kirishima let the corners of his lips fall and his arms drop, but not even the sparks in Bakugo's palm could keep him from bounding up out of his seat. Damn it, did Kirishima have him made? Did he know Bakugo wouldn't blow up his ass no matter how many threats he spun, well, unless he really asked for it. Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo and drug him over to the table where he and his friends sat in the cafeteria. Bakugo considered tossing him over his shoulder and laying Kirishima out flat but what was worse, walking to the table himself or being drug there? Path of least resistance was much worse because that made him willing. So he let himself be drug to the table where Kaminari and the rest sat, teeth bared and eyes a blaze.

"Where have you been Bakugo?" Shido asked blinking her wide black eyes. "You got so behind you're being trained at lunch?"

The girl had a death wish, her over enthusiastic words made him on edge. She had a point, he missed the first half of lunch. Her reasoning was off though. The perpetually angry boy's mind rewound to their homeroom teacher, Aizawa, chewing him out for a solid fifteen minutes. It had been months since the summer training camp where he failed to protect himself and people had shut up about it for the most part. Mr. Aizawa of course with his drive to torture their quirks to perfection was on Bakugo's ass like rice on curry. He grimaced like eraserhead was still yelling in his ear.

"Nah, I'm so far ahead of you they have to take extra time to train me." Bakugo smirked.

Kirishima grinned. He knew Bakugo was kidding right? Damn, this idiot always smiled at Bakugo like he could hand him the world on a platter, like he was the fucking would on a platter. Bakugo wiped his hand across his face like he wished he could do to Kirishima and erase that smile he didn't deserve to see. Before he could yell at the redhead Midoriya walked by with Uraraka. She said something that made him freeze and slowly topple over like he was in some kind of anime and could defy the laws of gravity. While that was her quirk, Uraraka hadn't touched him and Deku was just stupid. As it had for years Bakugo's frustration redirected to the easiest target.

"You moron! You could've fucking stopped yourself! What the hell is WRONG WITH YOU? And you compare yourself to ALL MIGHT!?" Bakugo yelled standing.

The force of his hand hitting the table made the group around him grab their food where it danced.

Deku turned a worried expression to Bakugo now with more eyes on him than when he initially fell. He held up his hands in surrender and said. "I'm sorry Kacchan! I didn't even notice I fell until I was on the floor, and it's true I want to be like All Might but I would never compare myself to him! I'm not half the hero he is, though I know what you mean because other people make these-"

"SHUT UP NERD, OR I'LL MAKE YOU CHOKE ON THE GROUND WHERE YOU FELL!"

"Take it easy, Katsuki." Kirishima said. "You're shaking."

Wha-? In that instant, the drive to murder Deku sizzled out as quickly as the half-and-half bastard could chill his fire. Kirishima tugged the back of Bakugo's uniform jacket, encouraging him to sit down.

"Because I haven't eating anything." Bakugo grumbled.

Instead of going to get food and right the wrong he mentioned Bakugo gave in to the motion of Kirishima's hand and sat down. From the corner of his eye he watched Uraraka help Deku back to where they sat.

"Here, have the rest." Kirishima said, nudging the plate of tamagoyaki, rice and bottled water towards him.

Bakugo glared. "You think I want your leftovers, shitty hair?"

"I think you won't waste food, because that wouldn't be manly." Kirishima reasoned, passion in his eyes and fist pump as ever it was when he admired someone for being 'manly'.

Bakugo accepted the food mainly because he didn't have time to get anything else. In part, the senseless first part of his reasoning that is, it was because if he took the food he could live up to at least one instance Kirishima thought good on him. Most of the other times Bakugo knew was an ass, self righteous, and pretty damn hot headed. Just because he knew didn't mean he could change it though. In fact the more he faced those facts the stronger his need to improve himself and beat down the rest of his classmates, everyone really, grew. So, this time for Kirishima he could eat. The food was disappointing and lacked any kick, fortunately that made it easy for Bakugo to maintain his scowl as their classmates praised Kirishima for being kind to an ingrate.

By the time lunch was over Bakugo felt his brain cells dying, having nothing to do while he ate but listen to Kaminari talk. Had the guy over extended his quirk recently? Bakugo could hardly tell the difference between when he was supposedly competent or fried his brain. He was out of the cafeteria in seconds leaving the group behind, but seconds was all it took for Kirishima to catch up. The redhead fell in step with Bakugo easily and said,

"Let's make it through the last of our classes and we'll be free for the weekend!"

Right. It was Friday. Bakugo didn't look forward to the weekend like everyone else seemed to. They were just a couple more days, it didn't mean training stopped, and if he left the house he inevitably ran into classmates, if he stayed inside he was stuck with his parents which wasn't ideal either. It's not like they were complete shit, they just knew exactly how to piss him off. Bakugo heard that the idea of dorms were being passed around and he sure as hell would be on board with that. Not because they would ensure Kirishima could walk him home daily, not because he would be closer to him, no. Why would he want more of this? Bakugo sighed in the face of Kirishima prattling on about God knows what as they walked to class.