"You're in the hero course?" Kirishima demanded, narrowing his eyes.

"You stole the words out of my mouth," Bakugou snarled.

"Why are you mad at me? You're the one that fucking humped and dumped me and didn't even leave a fucking message–who does that?"

Bakugou exhaled hard through his nose. Mina looked like she was choking on something.

"I take it you two know each other," said a wry voice from inside.

Kirishima stared at the classroom to see a tall man with messy black hair leaning casually on the teacher's desk. Next to him stood a guy with short, neat black hair and broad shoulders, who's posture was as straight as a board.

Luckily, nobody else was in the classroom, but Kirishima still felt his face heat up.

"Um, sorry. Let's start again."

He waltzed past Bakugou and stuck his hand out.

"Eijirou Kirishima. New student. Nice to meet you!" he chirped. The stiff one shook his hand in a grip like iron.

"Tenya Iida. Pleased to meet you."

"And that must make you Mr. Aizawa. It's nice to meet you, sir," Kirishima beamed.

The teacher shook his hand. "That was quite the first impression," said a voice far too close to his ear. Kirishima whirled around, fist already hard.

He saw nobody.

The voice echoed again, "I'm Toru Hagakure!" and he realized that the girl must have an invisibility quirk.

"Nice to meet you, Toru."

"The rest of the class should be here soon, and we can introduce you to the rest. Until then, find your desk and set out your stuff," Mina told him.

The class was mostly intro to second year stuff, and their homework was to record some physical statistic thing so that they could track their progress. As Kirishima was leaving, he heard Mina call after him. "Kiri! Wait!"

She grinned up at him. "There's a beginning of the year party a couple weeks from now at this club in the city, and I was wondering if you wanted to come, since you seem to be a pretty social dude and all."

Kirishima blinked. He'd already moved into his new dorm, filled it with his stuff, and he had planned to just train and read during his first weeks, but… "Sure," he heard himself say.

Oh god, this is gonna go terribly, isn't it.

The weeks passed in a flurry of homework, training, sweat, blood, and Kirishima avoiding Bakugou at all costs. Once the girls had heard that Kirishima was gay, they'd offered to bring him over for some boy toy talk.

"It's not politically correct, but Jiro goes over to the guy's rooms sometimes to talk girls so we figure it's okay," Tsuyu had confided in him after a couple bottles of sake.

The girls had learned that Kirishima had always wanted to learn how to do makeup, but his parents wouldn't let him.

"Dad always said, 'it's bad enough that you're a fag, but a fucking pansy, too?' so I didn't push it," he had told them one night, sloppy drunk and laying on Mina's lap as the girls cooed over him.

And finally, it was the night of the party. Right after classes the girls pulled him away to their dorms.

"We're gonna make you look so-o-o-o good," Ochako giggled, bopping him on the nose with her finger.

"Are you drunk?" he asked incredulously, gazing at her in disbelief.

"No!" she slurred. "I had this much." she held up her fingers, putting them at about an inch apart.

Kirishima laughed and let Momo tug him away.

Apparently, Toru was a fashion genius, and with Momo's credit card and her mind they burned through most of the high-end stores in Musutafu, ending when they had an entire ensemble.

"Guys, I can't accept all this," he protested, holding far too much leather than was acceptable for a simple party.

"Kirishima, trust me. You're gonna be overdressed in your jeans. Last year, we got Momo in this dress that had her boobs like this–" Jiro put her hands up and squished them to demonstrate– "and it was hilarious. Todoroki's eyes were going places that gentlemen do not look at. And then there was Ochako, who did a very entertaining striptease and peeled off that itty-bitty top she was wearing–"

"Okay, okay. I get the point. I'm not going to be the only one dressed like a slut tonight," Kirishima interrupted, not wanting to embarrass the girls further. Jiro grinned and whispered, "Wait till he sees the main event" to Momo, who giggled.

The girls (and guy) took the train back, arms loaded with giant shopping bags.

When they got to the dorms, the girls tackled Kirishima and dragged him to Jiro's room, which contained more makeup than a beauty guru's closet.

"Can we please do your makeup?" Momo begged, giving Kirishima the cutest puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted to say no, he really did… but. But. What if people laughed at him?

What if–

"Last year, there was that male stripper with the eyeliner–Bakugou was all over that. He was pressing that boy up against the wall, and damn if he didn't earn back every penny we paid for that show. I think our Kacchan has a thing for makeup," Jiro snickered.

"All right. Go to town," Kirishima muttered, rolling his eyes.

He was gonna make Bakugou regret ever leaving that bed.