so uh, enjoy, this is a two shot, so enjoy this part
Crimson
There's no telling when Bakugo first knew he was fucked. Completely and utterly a slave to his nature. It might have been after his fight with Uraraka at the sports festival a year ago, when he was really having fun fighting her, while everyone except for her thought he was only toying with her. It might have been after coming first in the festival after fighting Todoroki, being angry because it was a pointless victory. Hell, it might have even been after he fought Deku, on the verge the on a breakdown as he desperately tries to understand his sense of inferiority when he finally realized he can't control how he feels under the anger.
Even if he didn't realize it before, he definitely did now somewhere between Uraraka grabbing his arm when he sent his left fist her way with that stupid grin on her face, and crashing into the wall across the room as gravity came back right when he hit it. Pain shoots up his back as he slides to the ground, and a bubble of anger erupts through him for not seeing that coming, but he doesn't let it show, closing his eyes and listening for her footsteps.
"Kacchan! Are you oka-" when she's close enough, he moves swiftly to swipe her feet from under her, and pins her, ignoring the ache that his back still had.
"Killed," he declares, smirking as he let her go, sitting with his legs crossed in front of her. She glares at him while panting to catch her breath. "Dammit what the hell, Uraraka? You're usually better than that!"
"You're the one who got thrown into a wall," she reminded him with a pout, ignoring the question, and he almost wanted to laugh at the face, but of course he didn't. I've never been good at showing emotion anyway. You've been the strong one.
He scoffs, looks away from her ignoring his own thoughts, and pulls her over to him in a warm silent embrace for only a moment. She freezes up at first before relaxing and returning the hug. "Whatever. C'mon, school's gonna fucking start in a bit." He let's go and stands, rolling his eyes, offering her a hand to lift her up so they could leave. He then just lets her pull him out of the gym and towards the dorms.
While walking he reviews the fight in his head, picking out small points, thinking of things he could have done, anything to distract himself from focusing on her soft hands. They were back at his room in what felt like no time, and she waves with an almost too careful smile walking away to leave for her own on the other side of the complex. She'll be fine. She's always been just fine.
The blonde hero only opens the door while she's facing him, and only looks toward her while she leaving down the hall. He rests his head on the back of the door frame with no decipherable expression as he watches her turn the corner out of sight, still listening as her footsteps get louder and quicker for a second before disappearing altogether. Does it matter?
He steps inside and shuts the door just to slide to the ground and bring his hands to his face. Wanting to scream, but again doesn't because it isn't like he was alone. Kirishima stood over of him in his school uniform, hair wet and flat in his head instead of its usual spikes, with a confused look. Bakugou returns the look with a murderous blazing glare that could burn through anything. Except Kirishima of course.
"You worry way too much for a raging time bomb that isn't afraid of anything," He snarks grinning, revealing all of his sharply pointed teeth. He, and Deku were the only ones who knew about him and Uraraka, simply because no one else bothered to ask or really notice since she hung with different people in school while he really only talked him.
"Shut the fuck up, Kirishima!" Bakugou growls, standing up quickly, igniting explosions in his palm in protest. "I'll fucking kill you!"
"There ya go!" Kirishima encourages grinning wider seeing his friend start to regain himself, walking back to his side of the room to finish getting ready. "Y'know she knows you're just not used to it, right?"
Those words sting in Bakugou's mind, and he finches internally, but his face remains angry. Of course fucking I do. He reminds himself while getting himself ready, trying to refrain from yelling anymore than he has. There's no way she couldn't tear him apart and see all he hides from everyone else. She's always been good at doing that. He thinks back to the time in the classroom when she read him like a book, and he was too stubborn to admit it.
He could tell by how she looked when she waved goodbye, or even earlier when she froze against him when they were finished training after he'd won just one of the uncountable number of fights they'd had just that day alone. All of the silent 'I love yous' she was used to getting from him were met with the same look and sense of security. A look, a feeling of understanding. But would that ever be enough? Obviously it already is. You're both still in this dumbass.
"Yes." He says bluntly, smirking, letting whatever he felt sink down in favor of pride resurfacing almost like a light switch. It doesn't matter what it is that she sees, right? It's obviously there.
Bakugou sparks an explosion in his palm, the light flashing in his crimson eyes now filled with determination. Now pull yourself together.