Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia

A/N: I'm seriously obsessed with KiriBaku at the moment, I swear there's more teasing for them than there is for Midoriya and Uraraka. Plus, who doesn't want our best angry boi to find love?

Bakugou hated a lot of things. For example, fucking Deku. Stupid muttering nerd was annoying as hell. Half-and-half bastard was annoying too, he was still furious about the sports festival results. How dare he hold back in a one-on-one fight! Asshole!

Let's see, what else…flowers, kids, giggling girls, people gathering around his desk, Best Jeanist's hairstyle, that time Best Jeanist styled his hair and it stayed like that for three days, that blonde guy from Class B that kept getting knocked out by the big-hand girl, oh, and Kirishima's teeth.

Just what the hell was up with them anyway? His quirk was hardening his skin, not hunting the ocean for seals like Gang Orca. So why the fuck did he have a mouthful of shark teeth? If that wasn't bad enough, he had to look at them constantly because Shitty Hair never stopped smiling.

Did he have to be so goddamn chipper all the time? What the hell was he so happy about? That shit was contagious. One time, Shitty Hair managed to make him laugh out loud and the whole class went dead silent like a villain was attacking.

But back to the point, Shitty Hair's teeth are stupid and Bakugou hates them.

That was supposed to be the end of that particular musing, but then his mind began to wander. Everything Eraserhead was saying was obviously common sense, so there was no need to take notes like Pikachu and Raccoon Girl. His dark red eyes flicked over to where Shitty Hair was paying close attention, grinding his stupid shark teeth together like he was stressed.

Such a moron. In their tutoring sessions, Bakugou had been surprised to learn that Shitty Hair's problem wasn't intelligence, it was confidence. He did just fine until he started second guessing himself and getting confused.

He couldn't see it from this angle, but there was a scar above Shitty Hair's right eye. He'd asked about it on their way home from the library once. Turns out that he discovered his quirk by rubbing his eye when he was a little kid. Moron was lucky he didn't put his damn eye out. The thought of that made his stomach flutter with concern. Well whatever, some people, not him, would say that it was cute.

I also hate his hero costume, Bakugou decided. His costume was cool, nothing was more badass than grenade gauntlets. Shitty Hair paraded around with his whole chest exposed like he was trying to win a beauty pageant. And that half-skirt thing? Give me a fucking break. He'd mentioned that too actually, and you know what his excuse was?

"But Bakugou, my skin gets jagged when it hardens. My costume would rip, and I'd have to keep repairing it."

Bull fucking shit. Costumes got destroyed all the time. He just needed to admit that he liked being ogled. And fair enough, he supposed, Shitty Hair was in really good shape. It was strange though, he never mentioned interest in girls at all.

Shitty Hair's tongue darted out and he chewed his bottom lip nervously.

Weren't his teeth sharp? How the fuck was he doing that without breaking skin? Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't dating anyone; any girl would freak out if he were to kiss too hard or bite. He snorted. Girls could be so fragile, he wouldn't be hurt by something as ridiculous as a kiss or a bite. At that thought, his brain supplied him with a disturbingly vivid image of Shitty Hair clamping his teeth around his throat as he…

Shitty Hair looked at him, seeming confused.

"Bakugou?"

"Bakugou!" Mr. Aizawa barked, snapping him out of his reverie. His face burned, and he emitted several involuntary pops from his palms.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck, tell me I wasn't…

"Quit staring at Kirishima and read the next passage from the textbook." Mr. Aizawa ordered.

He stood, making a silent note of who was laughing. Everyone? Too bad, looks like everyone in Class A has to die.

Except Shitty Hair. He stumbled over the sentence he was reading. Shitty Hair wasn't laughing. He looked thoughtful.

Bakugou kept his eyes glued firmly to his desk for the rest of the day. Finally, the bell rang, and he was free to flee, until Shitty Hair swooped into his path with that big stupid shark-teeth grin on his face.

"Let's walk home together!" He said brightly, taking Bakugou's wrist and dragging him away from the prying eyes of their classmates.

It didn't occur to him to wrench his hand free until they were outside.

"Let go, fucker!" He snapped, "I can walk on my own!"

Shitty Hair stopped and beamed at him.

"Why were you staring at me?"

The image instantly returned, of Kirishima looming over him, with his teeth bared in a sexy smile. What the actual fuck was wrong with him today?!

Had he been thinking more clearly, he might have been able to brush it off as not staring at him, but rather staring off into space. Instead, he blushed and grumbled out a small portion of the truth.

"I was trying to figure out why you have stupid teeth."

Shitty Hair's smile faded and to Bakugou's surprise, he turned faintly pink.

"I don't like them either." He admitted. "When I was a kid, people thought I was scary looking. You know my hair is naturally black?"

That's hot. God DAMN it!

"I didn't know that." Bakugou ground out. They walked in silence for a block or two.

"I dyed my hair red partly because of Crimson Riot and partly because I thought I might look a bit less scary." Kirishima admitted out of nowhere. He shot Bakugou a sideways glance.

"So that's all? You were staring at me because you hate my teeth?"

"Yeah." Bakugou insisted. "Why?"

Kirishima's blush returned and he rubbed the back of his neck as though he was suddenly feeling shy.

"You uh, made a noise."

The responding explosion made Kirishima very thankful for his particular quirk.

But for all the literal huffing and puffing and threats, Kirishima noticed something interesting.

Bakugou wasn't trying to deny it.

He seized Bakugou by the shoulders and turned on his best puppy eyes.

"You can tell me anything you know," He said, his tone full of meaning. He smiled encouragingly and Bakugou's gaze instantly dropped to his goddamn shark-teeth.

His stupid, fucking, adorable-

Kirishima let out a muffled sound of surprise when he felt Bakugou's mouth collide with his.

It was a short, clumsy kiss but to him, it was perfect. When he felt the blonde starting to pull away, he wrapped his arms tightly around him and activated his quirk.

Lord Explosion Murder wasn't going anywhere.

Kirishima had questions, and he wasn't leaving until they were answered.

Bakugou growled something at him, blushing furiously.

Kirishima grinned.

Bakugou groaned.

A/N: This may become a series of KiriBaku one-shots, we'll see :D Don't forget to review!