Author's Note

OKAY, first things first, don't flip out over ships. I get it, not everyone ships the same people as I do, and I am perfectly fine with that, but, if I'm going to respect your ships, you're going to have to respect mine. You can comment whatever you want about the ships, as long as you're not flaming me, or being racist and rude and all that stuff, I will be perfectly happy. Second, yes, these chapter names are inspired by the Percy Jackson series. PERCY JACKSON FOR LIIIIFE! THird, this is pretty much gonna be fluff, cause I never write fluff, and I feel like I need to change that. Also this isn't going to be the peak of my writing skill. I pretty much just came up with this and decided to write it because I need to unwind a bit. And yes, my idea of unwinding is writing. IM A NERD AND IM PROUD! Fourth and finally, this isn't going to have a concrete update schedule. I'll update whenever I can, but my other fanfics take priority over this one.

I hope you enjoy the story!

The class had just finished listening to a lecture about their internships, when Aizawa dropped the bomb. "Oh, and I have an important announcement, so you might want to wake up." He said pointedly, shooting a deadpan stare at Kirishima.

Kirishima was asleep at his desk. His head was leaned on his hand, drooling slightly. He didn't even stir.

"Kirishima! Fucking wake up!" Bakugo roared.

"Mm?" Kirishima mumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "S'rry." He muttered, then broke into a coughing fit.

"Are you feeling okay, Kirishima?" Mina asked, shooting Kirishima a concerned look.

"Y-Yeah." He said, sniffling slightly. "Just a- a- ACHOO!" Kirishima tried to say, but was interrupted as his face practically exploded. He sniffed, and paused for a moment. "Jus' a liddle colb." He rasped.

"You sound like you're about to die." Bakugo growled bluntly.

"Ib really nuthing." Kirishima mumbled.

"Yeah, just like-" Bakugo began.

"Are you done yet?" Aizawa said, glaring at Bakugo.

Bakugo scowled and sat back in his seat. Crossing his arms, he began muttering darkly under his breath.

"Alright, the announcement. The rising stars dance is in two weeks." Aizawa said, sounding bored.

This sent the entire class into uproar. Well, aside from Kirishima, who had pretty much passed out on his desk again.

"A dance?!"

"Wow! This is gonna be epic!"

"It'll be like a school-wide party!"

"All of the girls are gonna be up for grabs!"

The last one was from Mineta. Midoriya shot a confused glance at him, who defended himself only by saying, "Well, everyone's going to want to get a date to the dance, and no one's in a relationship yet... well, as far as we know."

At this the entire class went silent.

The silence was broken by Kirishima's hand slipping out from under his head. His head dropped immediately, and slammed into the desk, producing a loud bang.

"Ow..." Kirishima mumbled, rubbing his head.

"That's it! Shitty hair, you're gonna get everyone sick! Shouldn't he go to the nurse's office or something." Bakugo growled.

"No, no, ib okay." Kirishima muttered.

Aizawa sighed. "Alright, he is acting pretty out of it. Bakugo, take him to the nurse's office."

Bakugo begrudgingly got up and walked towards the door. "C'mon Shitty hair." He grumbled.

Kirishima nodded weakly. He pushed himself out of his chair a trudged over to the door, looking half asleep as he did so. Bakugo pushed open the door for him, letting Kirishima pass through it before him.

As the two walked down the halls, Bakugo realized that Kirishima was looking a lot worse than he first thought. Dark bags hung under his eyes, and his face seemed oddly pale. Every once in a while, Kirishima would break into a coughing fit. At times like these, he could barely even walk and would lean against the wall, his entire body shaking from the force of the coughs.

The third time this happened, Bakugo groaned and grabbed Kirishima by the arm. Throwing his arm over his shoulder, he forced Kirishima to lean on him slightly. "Wha-" Kirishima mumbled. "I'm fine Bakubro. You don' need t-"

"Shitty hair, if you mumble any more stupid shit about how you don't need help... UGH. I'm going to help you whether you like it or not." Bakugo grumbled.

Kirishima paused for a moment, and then, strangely enough, he giggled. "Your so manly Bakubro..."

Bakugo frowned. Kirishima was definitely an idiot that would say that kind of thing, but he wouldn't giggle like that. He must be really out of it. Bakugo thought, a small stab of worry in his chest. Aside from acting extremely spacey, Kirishima was roasting hot. It was clear that he had a fever.

Eventually, the two made their way to the nurse's office. Bakugo shouldered Kirishima to the other side, and pushed open the door. "Hey, Recovery girl! Kirishima's sick."

"Oh? Well, drop him off here. I'll take care of him. You get back to class." Recovery girl said.

"Do you- uh, don't need any help with him?" Bakugo mumbled, feeling strangely embarrassed.

"I can take care of him. It's probably just the flu that's been flying around UA." She replied, leading Kirishima towards one of the cots.

"Are you sure? I can get some, er-"

"He wouldn't want you missing any class for him." Recovery girl comforted.

"Alright..." Bakugo grumbled. As he left he shot one last look at Kirishima, who had already fallen asleep on the cot. He almost looked cute laying there. He looked so calm, and Bakugo's heart fluttered slightly.

Wait- fuck no. I'm not- I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON SHITTY HAIR! As Bakugo turned and left, he couldn't help but think, FUCK! I HAVE A CRUSH ON SHITTY HAIR!