Bakugo X Kirishima BNHA One Shot: The Tutor
Kirishima sighed as he twirled his pen around his fingers, glancing down at the murderous red markings that Bakugo had made last week on his study guide. It was like the pen had exploded in Bakugo's hand as he slashed away at each incorrect answer. Kirishma huffed and breathed in the scent of his newly furnished dorm room in frustration.
The punching bag that had taken up most of his floor space was gently swinging back and forth from it's last beating, making a soft squeaking noise that echoed in the silence of his small living space.
"Gahh! I can't focus with this noise!" He shouted as he got up from his seat and proceeded to slam his fist into the weighted black bag, making the chains that held it to its base squeak even louder.
He plopped onto the bed and glanced over at the posters that hugged onto the wall across from him. His sharp, thin eyebrows furrowed towards the center of his forehead, a personal note he had written caught his attention. "Otokogi (Manly Spirit)" it read and the red haired boy's expression had shifted.
"I know I can learn a lot from Bakugo, but sometimes he is horrible at giving feedback! What am I supposed to do with my paper basically being half red with no instruction on how to improve?!"
A loud banging broke Kirishima out of his train of thought. Before he could get up to answer it, the wooden frame had unhinged and Bakugo burst through, sneezing as he turned around to slam the door back into place. The spikey blonde explosionist whipped his intense gaze towards the lounging boy.
"A-ahh, Bakugo!" Kirishima sputter out as he sat up, still flustered at the boisterous mode of entry.
"Ki-ri-shi-ma…" he growled back. "IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY TUTORING THEN YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF!"
"H-how did you —" Kirishima began.
"You idiot! You were practically screaming as I was passing by your room," Bakugo retorted as he clenched his fists tighter, "get over here!"
Bakugo stood next to Kirishima's desk with a firm hand extended, pointing towards the empty chair. Kirishma obediently got up and walked over to take a seat, his shark-like teeth ground together in a mix of anxiety and excitement.
"OK, now I'm going to explain this to you ONE TIME. You got that? YOU WILL LEARN THIS DAMMIT."
Bakugo slammed the textbook onto the desk. The review guide fluttered in the gust of wind that it created and swiftly flew off the table. Both heros instantly reacted and lunged for the paper before it hit the ground. The blonde collided into the redhead, their bodies falling onto the wooden floor. The boards cracked as Karishma's hardened body made impact.
Opening his eyes, Bakugo stared into a pair of ruby orbs. Glancing away, he and noticed that he was pinning down Kirishma; one arm firmly next to the boy's right ear, the other slightly brushing against the right side of his firm torso.
"I UH. UH — YOU DUMB ASS! YOU GOT IN MY WAY!" Bakugo barked. A blush creeped over Bakugo's rough features through his shouting.
Kirishima relaxed, his body returned to its normal state. "Uh Bakugo, can you... " He looked at Bakugo's sturn expression and couldn't help wonder why he was feeling really energized. The feeling of Bakugo so close to him made him nervous but also invigorated.
"Otokogi," he whispered to himself, a blush now emerging on his own face.