Kaminari vanished defeated by him, and as soon as his friend left the locker room, Kirishima dressed and let himself melt into a puddle of feelings he was unable to explain. Stirring inside him, this harrowing bittersweet sensation was choking him. It was nothing like any crush he had ever experienced, for it was not pleasant in the first place. Damn, it was like the opposite. The only traces of it that he liked were wiped by the guilt of feeling them in the first place. He leaned against the wall, hiding his face behind his arms.

-THAT ITS NOT MANLY AT ALL, SHIT. TAKING ADVANTAGE OF YOUR FRIEND'S CONFIDENCE IS NOT GOOD AS WELL. I'M A COWARD, THAT'S WHAT I AM.-

The room trembled with the first blow on the wall. Again, his quirk activated without him noticing. Under his right hand, a massive hole appeared. -Great.-

"Geez, shitty head, did you really got this pissed off by today's training result?" Bakugo entered the room with a light concern in his face.

-Perfect.-

"Hey man. Yeah, something like that." Kirishima said, with glooming eyes. Like he could simply walk out of ruining a school wall without karma fucking him in the ass.

Bakugo lifted a brow, intrigued by his response. That was not like his colleague at all.

"

You're not like this." He limited himself to say.

-I don't know who I am anymore, dude. And that's all because of you.-

"Maybe you don't know me very well, then." Kirishima said before slamming the door behind him.

-The fuck? What the hell is wrong with him today, damn it?!-

Bakugo thought, grabbing his clothes.

Kirishima walked as fast as he could, sure that every second beside Bakugo would be a ruin to his mental health at that moment. Quick as wind, he crossed the corridors to the dorms, and went up the stairs like crazy. Finally, in the sanctity of his room, he sank into his bed, feeling every inch of him finally relax.

-You're not like this.-

Sure thing he wasn't like that, destroying things and running away.

-So, why?-

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He remembered the day of Bakugo's rescue, when the two crossed the heavens. The vivid figure of his blood-red eyes made him feel uneasy. And his hands, warmed by the heat of the blond's blast... he had never felt so happy. So why could not he be content with that innocent moment? His heart was pounding with every flashback of it, and yet something dark inside him wanted more. He dove his head into the pillow, promising to bury all those lewd thoughts deep inside him at all costs.

But there is no desire so well hidden that our dreams do not reach.

There he was again, in the shower. This time, neither Kaminari nor the others seemed to be around, just him and the cold water drops dancing through his body. Perhaps all that embarrassing nightmare had been only his imagination playing tricks on him. He rinsed his hair, feeling free of the strings of that hideous sensation, feeling every bit of his body flooded with relaxation. The memory of Bakugo's scent ran through his nose, first as a gentle breeze, and then, as if in the blink of an eye, imperative as air to someone on the brink of suffocation. He inhaled without choice the fragrance his mind had so much tried to ignore during the last few days, sign of the presence of the one he had been trying so hard to avoid. As soon as he did, he felt trembling with desire.

"Bakugo," he thought.

"Yes?" A icy chill ran down his spine, driving him crazy in anticipation. The low voice to his ear came closer, making him feel not only his breath but also the warmth of presence close to his. The proximity made him remember tortuously the warmth of the boy's hands, and how he wanted them in his body.

"Touch me" He begged.

And as a child who amuses himself with a new toy, the blonde spread his hands over Kirishima's chest, the heat increasing gradually as he savored every word of his taunts.

"Like this?"

"More."

"Where?" The boy asked into his ear, almost like a hiss.

"You know." Kirishima could hear himself, almost crying for it, melting in the warmth of the boy's hands.

"I want to hear you say it."

"God, I beg you, please ..."

The scarlet-haired boy could hear the low, amused laugh behind him, and when they turned into warm kisses all over his neck. A wave of different sensations crossed his body, breaking into a trance he had never felt before. As the young man leaned his body against his, his left hand remained flat on his chest, while his right fingers traced the paths of his waist, perilously wandering around his crotch.

"God, I want you." Kirishima felt himself moan as the warm tips of the blonde's fingers approached his member.

"Yeah, I know."