I read it in another fic, and thought it worked, and I had the momentum to finish it pretty quickly. This should be a shorter series (instead of my usual stuff which is set up for epic lengths and usually fails to get there). I'm aware my dialogue isn't perfect but I felt it was more real (aka Bakugou curses like a sailor and Tsuyu doesn't ribbit or gero after every sentence) Besides that, enjoy!

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Katsuki Bakugou was immediately suspicious as he woke up one fine June morning. That was because, as he came to consciousness, he realized he was not alone.

His eyes flew open, first checking his surroundings. It took him half a second to recognize that he was, in fact, sleeping in his room and in his bed. He then looked down to see who his bed invader was, the invader who was laying on top of him partially, and took about five seconds to recognize who it was.

"Frogface?" He muttered uncharacteristically quietly as he sat up slightly in his bed.

Her right hand, laying on his chest, grabbed the undershirt he was wearing as her whole body snuggled into him.

He looked up and down her form in his bed, and began to blush. It was the beginning of summer, so he didn't have any covers on his bed. So he could see that she was wearing a dark green bra and a pair of very short grey shorts. Also, he only had on a pair of boxers.

He looked to his dorm-room floor and quickly saw his shirts and pants deposited sloppily on the ground. He also noticed, placed carefully on his desk chair, was an oversized women's tee. The part of his mind that could still perform logical deductions realized it must have been Tsuyu's.

Which begged the question, what the fuck happened?

And what the fuck happened last night?

He looked back at the sleeping classmate on him and began to think of the best way to handle this. Did he wake her up, shake her down for answers? That seemed pretty logical, but he was seriously freaking out because HE DIDN'T REMEMBER GOING TO FUCKIN' BED LAST NIGHT!

He remembered he was riffing on the stupid comedy that everyone in class had for some godforsaken reason decided they all had to watch with Tokoyami and Kirishima. He remembered Tokoyami went to get more popcorn, and some of the shitheads in his class were bitching at them to shut up.

And then nothing.

How did he even fucking know if it was the next day?

And that didn't fucking explain why Tsuyu was cuddling him in his fucking bed!

He looked back down at the sleeping figure to only be startled by an open pair of eyes. She was in fact awake.

"Morning, Bakugou."

"Off, now. Explain." Rather bluntly, he ignored her greeting and demanded the answers he seeked.

Ignoring him, she looked to his alarm clock. It read 6:34 AM. He watched her face become thoughtful before she asked. "Can we sleep in until 7AM? You are a comfy pillow and smell oddly nice."

He soured at the tone of her voice. There was a playful and sarcastic twinge to it. "No. What the hell happened?" He was incredibly tempted to throw her off the bed.

She just stared at him a for a few moments, seemingly to try and pressure him into actually sleeping in a bit longer. Tsuyu quickly realized it was of no use and instead took the initiative of getting off of Bakugou and stretching, sitting on her knees on his bed. She must have realized his face was expressing his impatience because she finally replied. "So you really don't remember?"

"If I fuckin' did, Frogface, I wouldn't be asking. So please explain why the hell I woke up with you in my bed!" He lingered on his questions for a second before tacking on another. "And why I don't remember anything!"

"Oh, it was because of Shinso's quirk." She informed him.

He almost growled. "That Zombie shithead." He cursed him aloud. Hitoshi Shinso had finally achieved his dream of joining the hero course at U.A. when Sato aka Sugar Addict, was made to transfer by his parents at the end of the year. Apparently three attacks by the League of Villains on their class was too much for them, and he was sent off to Ketsubutsu Academy. So now, one more of Deku's buddies were around to make his life a bundle of utter glee! And one with a quirk that legitimately unnerved him, for obvious and apparently perfectly legitimate reasons

"Well, they were warning you to be quiet…" Tsuyu pointed out casually.

"It doesn't give him the right to mess with my head! And it still doesn't explain why the hell you're involved!" He was almost yelling at the girl in his bed, pointing at her and recognizing she was still in just her bra. What the hell was going on.

She looked at his finger, and back at him. He could see the wheels in her head turning, which was annoying to him. Could it be that fucking complicated? Finally, after what felt like forever, she spoke up.

"Did you know there are rumors about you and Kirishima being in a relationship?"

It took all of his fucking power to not anime prat fall out of his bed. That had, that was fucking left field!

"What in the mother fuck are you talking about here, Froppy!" He threw in a name change to show he was serious. "Do I need to clean out your goddamn ears, cause it seems to me you aren't listening!" He was now on his knees as well on his bed, using his larger frame to tower over the girl.

She seemed unaffected. "Apparently, Shinso believed there was a truth to those rumors, since he told you to 'Go take your crush to your room and go to bed'."

Silence.

For once in his life, total silence.

Katsuki Bakugou had no comeback or a word to say to this.

No, he was too busy becoming red in a combination of utter fury and total embarrassment. His words began to sputter over himself as his mind flew off in two directions. The first was a serious contemplation if he should ask permission from the school to literally fucking murder the Zombie dead or if he should just go ahead and blow the fucker to Timbuktu and back. The other was trying how to hell to salvage this incident with his peers because he knew these people. He might not want to have, but he knew these god damn people and they didn't fear him like they should. So they would want to talk about feelings… and how he shouldn't be embarrassed that his fucking secrets were exposed to the whole world!

"Even before you started moving, people were calling Shinso out on it. Midoriya and Iida thought it was rude of you to expose your feelings towards someone without your consent, and Kirishima wanted to put him against the wall for manipulating you. Jirou also said it was uncool to out someone just because you didn't like them, which is a nice sentiment though she assumed incorrectly about you. It didn't get too far because everyone was pretty surprised when you dragged me off my chair." Tsuyu continued on, giving Bakugou the full spectrum of information.

He was definitely going to give shit about this to Earjacks. While yes, he had been fucking aware of the rumors about him and Kirishima he didn't think anyone that knew them would believe it for one second. Kirishima definitely got a free pass for something in the future, and probably Sonic too. As for Deku… what else could he expect from the bastard? Dumbass was probably afraid of his feelings getting exposed as well. Loser was probably crushing hard on somebody like he tended to do in middle school, but was too much of a coward to say a word to them.

"Seriously?" Was all he could contribute to the conversation. He still had no clue what to say to her, however.

"I was seriously shocked when you grabbed me, and by the time I recovered we were in the elevator. I probably could have left, but I couldn't help but be curious. It was the last thing I expected from you, Bakugou. I almost ran when you began to strip, but I realized you were just getting down to your boxers so you could sleep comfortably. You pulled me onto the bed and immediately fell asleep." Tsuyu continued her narration of the previous nights events.

Ignoring the extra embarrassment, an obvious thought came to mind. "Why didn't you leave after I fell asleep then! Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? I dragged you to my room and forced you into my bed! I thought you had better fucking sense than that, Froppy!" He berated her.

"I trust you Bakugou."

He had to blink twice, that had come out of nowhere.

"Also, you were comfortable and smelled nice. I let my curiosity get the better of me. I'm sorry for invading your personal space."

She was apologizing to him? What the fuck was going on?

"No, god damn it. The only piece of shit who should be saying sorry is that damn Zombie asshole, which will be through a straw once I'm done with him!" Bakugou promised aloud. The slight snicker from the girl still in his bed (and still only wearing a bra) caught him off guard. "What is so funny about that! Asshole should definitely apologize to you!"

She simply nodded. "I know, I know." She followed it up with a shrug. "But how could he have known you would have a crush on me?"

There it fucking was. The goddamn elephant. It was too early, and too sudden, for this shit.

"Tsuyu, put on your goddamn shirt!" The exclamation had come suddenly, and turned Bakugou's stomach. He had used her name! He never used people's names! And by saying she needed the shirt, it implied he was staring. Like the Grapist would. What the fuck was wrong with him. And why did the light blush that came across her cheeks make him happy to see!

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that." Finally, she stood up from his bed and put on her shirt from the chair. She seemed to bend over to grab his shirt off the ground, but stopped herself. He figured she thought it would be rude to tell him he needed to get dressed. It was his room.

He ran his hand through his hair. Giving it a thought, his face turned more sour than usual. "Shit, those morons are gonna think I did some shit to you or something."

Tsuyu pulled her phone from her pocket. "Don't worry. They texted me last night to see if I was okay. I told them what happened. They know you didn't do anything. Though I had to tell Iida not to burst in to escort me out. You probably would have blown up your room blasting him out of it."

He let himself relax. Guess that part would be covered. "Good thinking. That stick in the mud is just the worst on the rules." He looked back at the clock, and saw only a few minutes had passed. They still had plenty of times until classes began. And she wasn't rushing to leave.

He'd have to talk about his feelings, wouldn't he?

"I won't count it, Bakugou."

Her sudden comment confused him.

"You didn't tell me about your feelings, so I don't mind ignoring them until you want to tell me yourself. If you do at all. A crush is just a crush, right?"

Fucking philosophical and shit. She knew he had the emotional range of a potato and was working with him. If he was anything less than Katsuki Bakugou, he'd think she was too good for him.

"Oi, you don't get to decide if my feelings count or not. Does it look like I do that wishy washy bullshit?" He looked back towards her, who seemed to be looking at him attentively. Gulping, he decided to just do it.

"Yeah, I fucking like you. Like, like you, okay? I respect that you don't take bullshit and are serious. And honest. I hate liars. And you can actually hold your own in a fight. In the finals, you beat me-" She motioned to talk but he aggressively pointed towards her, "I don't care if that stupid Half and Half did most of the work or whatever, he didn't fucking finish it. You did. So I took notice." He let his words linger in the air, his confession out in the open. He bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a little. But fuck it, honesty right?

"You have a cute face, and you are actually smoking hot in your costume. I know they say shit about looks don't matter, but let's face it. An ugly asshole was the one told everyone that."

There. He did it. Bared his soul, none of this half-assed revelation and dancing around. Ball was in her court, either they played or he had to get over it.

He watched slowly as her face began to light up in a bright red. He wished he could enjoy it, but he was sweating bullets on the inside. This feelings shit sucked hard.

"Oh wow. I wasn't expecting that. I thought you would go tsundere and claim you didn't like me, or make an excuse that you thought he said someone you wanted to 'crush' in a fight. A full confession was more than I thought you were capable of.

"Bite me frogface." And back to the nickname.

"You'd enjoy it too much." Her comeback made him grin. Shit like that was why he had fallen for her. Her finger lingered on the side of her mouth, a clear thinking pose. She was actually putting thought into this.

It seemed to take forever, but she soon cast her judgement. "I think a date is a good compromise for me. I'm unsure about my feelings towards you, but I know you well enough and have seen you grow from your trash personality to see you have potential. How does this Saturday at 6 sound?"

"First off, you can go to hell, my personality is awesome." Bakugou followed it up with his eyes narrowing. "And that sounds great."

Tsuyu nodded and looked back at the clock. It was nearing the 7 o'clock hour. Sighing aloud, she began to head towards the door. "I still need to get ready for class. This was an enlightening time, Bakugou. I'll see you in class."

"Eat with us."

She turned, surprised by the invitation. Hell, Bakugou was surprised by him asking it. "Eat with who?" She asked tentatively.

"Me. Kirishima. Sparky. Pinky. Tapeboy. I wanna eat with you, and I refuse to eat with fucking Deku." An earnest tone rang through.

"I'll think about it." She left him with a cliffhanger of a statement before quickly exiting his dorm room.

Once she was gone, Bakugou collapsed on his bed. That had been...that was exhausting. All he did was talk to her for twenty minutes at most and he felt like he had put in some work. And now he had a date! How the hell was that going to work? He needed to figure out a place, and a place to eat and a budget. He didn't want to fuck this up. He actually gave a shit about this, and if he wanted to be the best it was going to be at everything.

He breathed in and breathed out. Then he got up and began his day. Lunch and the proper date could wait. He still had to explode Shinso to the sun.