Kirishima was rudely awakened by the hand of a teacher, shaking his shoulder. "J-just five more minutes," he moaned, sighing deeply. Then, he realized that it was the middle of the day.

"Eijiro, I really don't think that you should keep working the night shifts," the worried voice of Ectoplasm echoed through the now-empty classroom.

"Mr. Ectoplasm, I really am sorry–I got so tired, and I-I couldn't keep my eyes open, and–"

"Kirishima. You need to tell the manager that you can't work there anymore," Ectoplasm snapped, glaring down at the red-haired teen.

"What do you think I should do? Ecto, I need that job. I have to train after school to have a chance of transferring to the hero course next semester, and I need the money to stay in UA University! It's a terrible system, but it's just until I can get into the hero course. The heroes get to board for free, remember?"

Ectoplasm sighed. "Kirishima, you're a favorite of mine. And though I can't help directly, I can keep you from failing mathematics. If you can do the classwork I give you, you won't need to do the homework. It's detrimental to your health, and I can tell the school board that if they don't allow me to do this. It's not much, but it's something."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ectoplasm!" Kirishima sprang out of his chair and hugged Ectoplasm hard enough for him to wince.

"God, kid. That hurts."

"Sorry, Mr. Ectoplasm–"

"Now let me write you a note for your next class. I'll say you're late because I held you back– now go, Power Loader doesn't like late students."

That night, Kirishima was able to finish all his homework for once, and get in a couple hours of sleep before training and his shift. He didn't have many friends at UA–nobody wanted to hang out with the loser that always had dark circles under his eyes and was never free to work out together or even do homework, so he just worked and worked until he could sleep. Work, eat, sleep. Repeat. This was how Kirishima lived.

The coffee shop was empty (big surprise) that night. He got three late-nighters who came in at one, but after that it was just Eijiro and his Candy Crush.

When he heard the bell jingle again, it was two hours later and Kirishima was practically asleep on the counter.

"Do whatever you did to it last night," he heard, before the sound of stomping feet and someone sinking down into an armchair could be heard.

"Who are–what?" Kirishima looked up and saw the boy from yesterday, Bakugou.

"Oh, it's you. Hi, Bakugou." he bustled over to the espresso machine and made the drink, smiling slightly.

"So, what're you doing out so late?" he asked, sprinkling cinnamon.

When he didn't receive a response, he glanced over to the armchair. Bakugou was asleep, sprawled over the cushions, T-shirt plastered to his stomach muscles with dried sweat.

Eijiro grinned from ear to ear, gazing at the other boy fondly. He set the coffee next to him gingerly, so as not to wake him, when he heard Bakugou mumble something.

Kirishima leaned forward to hear, when the sleeping form uncurled suddenly and jolted awake.

Bakugou was breathing heavily, eyes barely an inch from Kirishima's own, noses brushing.

"Thanks for the coffee," Bakugou whispered, blinking his bright red eyes.

Kirishima smiled and held out his hand. "That'll be two dollars," he heard himself whisper back, and the other boy's lips twitched.

Kirishima was far too aware of how close they were, and he stepped back a little bit before fleeing behind the counter. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, he whispered in his head. Oh my God, I just nearly kissed my coffee shop crush, and I hate myself for it. Oh Lord, what have I done.

"Do you guys take credit cards?" he heard Bakugou ask, jolting Kirishima out of his spiral of thought.

"Um, yeah. We do. Uh. Yes. Can I please see the card?"

Bakugou handed over the fucking American Express Centurion Card and Kirishima choked on his own breath. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, he silently chanted as he swiped the card and waited for the Transaction Complete sign to pop up.

So not only was Bakugou fucking smolderingly hot, he was also really fucking rich, too. Wow.

Kirishima was tempted to run away screaming from the hottie that was so obviously out of his league, but instead he calmly handed back the card and smiled.

"Have a nice day," he said in his Employee Voice, eyes wide.

His eyes flicked to the clock. It was ten minutes until the end of his shift, so he figured he could skip out early for once. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bakugou sit down and pull out his phone as Kirishima texted Mei Hatsume that he was leaving a little bit early.

Kirishima: Hey Mei I'm leaving early

Mei: Ok baby get it

Kirishima: Mei no you have misunderstood me no no no

Mei: Lol sex god I'll be there have fun with ur boy toy

Kirishima rolled his eyes and untied his employee apron, hanging it up on the peg as Bakugou stood up to leave, chucking his empty cup into the trash.

He turned around to say bye to the cute barista when he saw aforementioned cute barista hang up his apron and turn around… wearing a skintight shirt and damn if Bakugou didn't fall in love.

The barista was a bit shorter than him, with big russet-brown eyes and crimson hair that he was currently pulling into a messy man-bun that he somehow managed to pull off. His shirt left… little to the imagination as he lifted his arms, revealing a length of stomach muscles that Bakugou wanted to lick, he was so pretty. Jesus, there needed to be some sort of law against people that hot.

Okay, Bakugou, say something witty. Or nice. Something that'll make him like you–

"Oi. Shitty Hair. Where the fuck's your dorm?"

Bakugou, you fucking moron. That wasn't smart or witty or even nice. God, you fucking idiot–

"Shitty Hair? That's a new one! I live next to the class 1-A dorms, the ones with the hero kids?"

"Good. I live… near there too. We could walk back together," Bakugou suggested, running his hand through his spiky hair.

Kirishima's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really? Sure! Let me grab my stuff and we can go!" Kirishima, you sound like a fucking moron. You're way too cheerful, idiot, his brain screamed.

"Okay." Bakugou! Your voice is so hoarse. Clear it or something so cute barista that you maybe want to press up against a wall and make out with won't think you're sick!

The walk back was silent, but not in an awkward way. More in a we're-both-tired way.

Bakugou walked Kirishima all the way back to his dorm, stopping at the door and saying a soft, "Night" before practically running away, both wishing they'd gotten the other's number.

But when Bakugou made it to Class 1-A's dorm, all the doors and windows were locked and the front door had a sign that said, With Love, Mina on it in swirling pink letters.

Bakugou sighed deeply. "Mina!" he yelled, but his cries were met with giggles and chuckles from the entire dormitory. With a resigned groan, Bakugou began walking to the front office, fully intending to get a new key, when he remembered that the office was closed at night.

With nowhere to go, he sat down on a bench and curled up, fully intending to sleep there, when the sky opened up and it began to rain.

"Oh, come on!" he thundered, slamming his fist down on the ground. He tried making his hands spark to make some warmth, but it was useless. They didn't even ignite. Groaning softly, he began to think. Seventeen years old and you can't even find a place to sleep at your own school. Pathetic. Nowhere to go. Actually, that wasn't true. He knew exactly where he could go, but he wasn't sure if…

Twenty minutes later, Bakugou was standing outside of Kirishima Eijirou's dorm, knocking dutifully. His white shirt was soaked and completely transparent at this point, useless. He knocked again, shivering gently, and the door opened.

Kirishima opened the door and tried very hard not to choke on his own spit. Bakugou was standing on his front stoop, swaying unsteadily, shirt completely transparent and clinging to his abs.

He shook his head. "Bakugou, get in here. I have some towels, feel free to take a warm shower, anything at all, anything you need, I can get it–"

"That's okay. I just need a place to sleep," he whispered, shivering as he stepped inside the warm apartment.

Kirishima blinked. "I can get you some of my clothes," he said, ignoring how his entire body was lit up with a bolt of heat at those words.

He jogged to his room and grabbed some sweats and a tank top, before adding a towel to the stack and ran out to throw the items at Bakugou.

"I can't take these, really. I can pay you back–" Bakugou babbled, scrubbing the towel over his body.

Kirishima was certain he must look like a lobster at this point as Bakugou stripped off his shirt and ran the towel over his broad shoulders.

"The bathroom is there!" he squeaked, pointing.

Kirishima's bathroom smells like candy, was Bakugou's first thought. His next thought was, how the fuck is everything so orderly?

There were mason jars, there were Elfa boxes, there were trays–it was weirdly perfect. Bakugou put on the shirt and the sweats, blushing at the thought of him wearing another boy's clothes. It's something boyfriends would do, he thought, before banishing it from his mind. Nope, nope, NOPE, HE WAS NOT GOING THERE.

He emerged from the bathroom, feet sinking into the soft, warm carpet.

"I don't really have a sofa, or any extra blankets, really, so we might have to share the bed," Kirishima said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Upon seeing the look on Bakugou's face, he hastily added, "Or, you know, I could sleep on the ground!"

"Don't be stupid," Bakugou snarled, chucking the towel-wrapped wet clothes to the floor.

"We'll just share the bed."

So they found themselves wrapped in a soft blanket, Bakugou shivering, and Kirishima with his back turned away. It didn't take long for the latter to fall asleep, but Bakugou was just too cold to even try. Teeth chattering, he finally surrendered and wrapped himself over Kirishima's insanely warm body that was literally radiating heat like a goddamn fire.

He felt the other boy melt into him as he finally, finally fell asleep.

"Bakugou?" Kirishima moaned, blinking awake. He felt warm, and a cocoon of happiness was wrapped around his body. He turned his head to see Bakugou right there, eyes wide open and staring into Kirishima's own. Bakugou groaned softly, just a whisper of noise, really, and flipped Kirishima over so that he was leaning over the redhead's body, pressed against him.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "The fuck are you waiting for, Baku? Just kiss me already," and Bakugou was, and he didn't know what the fuck he was doing but the other boy definitely did, and it was so soft and good and warm and the redhead is grinding up up and–Kirishima flips Bakugou over, grinning like a cat, and Bakugou smirks. "That was hot," he whispers, and it's so unfair that this perfect boy under Kirishima is so perfect that even now he smells like cinnamon, and his lips know the perfect spot on Kirishima's neck to make him go crazy, and–the beeping of an alarm jerks them both fully awake.

"Um, I have class," Kirishima whispers, and Bakugou is laughing, stomach contracting under him. "Me too. The teachers are gonna kill me," he whispers back, and they're both laughing, giggling like kids.

Bakugou rolls out from under Kirishima, stretching like a cat. "I better get down to the schoolhouse. I'll see you around, okay?" and with that, Bakugou is gone, leaving nothing but the smell of cinnamon and a wet towel to tell that he was even there in the first place.

Kirishima: Mei?

Mei: What

Kirishima: Can I come over? Make cookies

Mei: Oh no what happened

Kirishima: I've just been humped and dumped, I think

Mei: Get over here NOW