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"I love you."

Kirishima repeated those words with a hushed voice as he slowly opened his eyes to meet the blonde's. Bakugou inched closer towards Kirishima with a rather unsettling look on his face, making the redhead back up in response.

I-I don't think he took that very well!

"You. Like. Me?" Bakugou emphasized every syllable in the sentence, creeping out Kirishima and making him backtrack on what he said. "U-uh April Fools!" The redhead said the first excuse that came to his mind, regardless if it made sense or not.

"It's not April, idiot!" Bakugou retorted, squinting his eyes at the redhead for the ridiculous excuse. Kirishima was reduced to a nervous, laughing wreck. "Oh? I thought it was! Haha-!" Bakugou's grip on Kirishima's shoulders intensified, making the skin beneath turn red, and making the redhead flinch in surprise.

"What're you getting at, shitty hair?" Kirishima held his hands up in defense; he was honestly starting to get scared of the blonde's reaction. "N-nothing man! I was just kidding around!" Bakugou's grip on Kirishima's shirt intensified, the blonde not buying his excuse. "You sure had a hard time telling a joke. And your fucking face is red like your stupid hair." Bakugou then shoved Kirishima against the wall as angrily as he could, then he growled.

"Tell me the truth. Now."

After Bakugou's statement, there was nothing but silence. It was the kind of silence that one could hear a pin drop or hear Kaminari's rage quitting about "campers". Regardless, the demand stood in the air. Bakugou was still angry, and Kirishima was trying hard not to break down.

"I-I'm sorry.." Kirishima blurted out, and he looked away from Bakugou's piercing gaze, which visibly softened at the redhead's words. "I said tell me the truth, not apologize." Kirishima could feel the tears on his eyes, and wiped at them with his arm, and wriggled his way out of Bakugou's grip to move away. "I'll just go-" the blonde's hand landed on Kirishima's shoulder with a heavy grip.

"You're not going anywhere. Sit. Down." Bakugou pressed Kirishima down to the bed, forcing the redhead to sit down on it. The blonde's grip turned soft and he sat beside Kirishima, who was rather uneasy at the moment. "Now, calm the fuck down and tell me." Kirishima slowly turned his head to face Bakugou, who wasn't angry anymore; he looked calm at the moment.

"I.."

"Look at me.. I won't get mad, just say it." the blonde then pulled Kirishima in for a hug. The redhead was caught off-guard by the gesture, but it did help in relieving a lot of tension; he calmed down due to it. Retracting from the hug, and looking at the blonde straight at his blood-red eyes, he sighed, and spoke. "I.. really like you, Bakugou."

...

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Bakugou rolled his eyes, then stated. Kirishima didn't expect that reaction from him, so he sat there, shell-shocked. "You.. you don't hate me? But I just said-" Bakugou flicked at Kirishima's nose. "Idiot, I know what you've just said." Then the blonde's hands grabbed Kirishima's shoulders, and stared at him.

"And you.. you're.. impossible to fucking hate! You care too much! You're too fucking nice! You're.. too understanding! Damn it!" Bakugou shut his eyes and gripped at his hair as he tried to hold down a scream. Kirishima smiled at the words, though. Once the blonde has calmed down, he looked back to Kirishima. "In other words, you're a real piece of work. A piece of work that, for some reason, knows how I tick, and knows how to deal with it.." Bakugou turned silent after that, and was looking at the floor. Kirishima smiled at him and patted the blonde on his back.

"Bakugou?" The blonde turned his attention from the floor to a widely smiling Kirishima. "What?" he stated gruffly. "Thanks." Kirishima smiled even more at Bakugou. The blonde grunted something at the redhead, and he was gripping at his hair again and gritting his teeth. "I hate you. For making me feel so fucking weird.." the statement caught Kirishima's interest, and his hopes skyrocketed. "How do I make you.. feel?" he asked with utmost interest. Bakugou waved his hand in front of Kirishima's face mockingly.

"Oh I don't fucking know, take a hint." he says with half-lidded, unimpressed eyes. Kirishima's mouth goes agape and with his finger pointed upward. "Uhh.. what?" Bakugou growls to himself and facepalms. "For someone that has a hardening quirk, you're so dense." Kirishima blinks two times. "I don't get it-"

Bakugou has had enough of beating around the bush. Grunting and grumbling to himself and tugging at his hair, he thought of something to do. Putting his plan to action, he stares at Kirishima then he grabs the redhead's shirt, and pulls said redhead towards him. Kirishima was not expecting like that.

"Bakugou what're you-mmph!"

Their lips then collided roughly. Bakugou sucked at Kirishima's lips as he grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to him. The kiss was chaste, yet it was long enough to convey how Bakugou felt towards the redhead. Pulling away, the blonde wiped off any stray saliva from his mouth with his hand. Kirishima, on the other hand, was mouth and eyes wide, still shell shocked from what happened. Bakugou then cupped the other's cheeks.

"Katsuki."

"W-what?"

"Call me Katsuki."

Kirishima eventually recovered from his state of surprise, finding warm hands on each of his cheeks. He touches one of them with his own hand, and smiles at Bakugou.

"Alright.. Katsuki."

Kirishima lightly bumps their foreheads together, and he gazes at Bakugou's eyes. The blonde flinches at the contact, not used to it. "I hate you.. Eijirou." the blonde's words were light-hearted, and didn't have their edge. Kirishima then brought himself and Bakugou down to the bed, and hugged the blond from behind. "I love you too, Katsuki!" he said cheerfully, hugging the blonde even more.

Bakugou frowned and grumbled something under his breath, but he liked the hold that Kirishima had on him. Minutes later, he could hear the redhead's soft snores, so he pulled his blanket on top of him and Kirishima, and tried to sleep; the moment of him kissing the redhead was still on his mind, so he had some difficulty falling asleep, but he did so eventually.

Sunlight invaded through the windows of Bakugou's room, and the rays of literal sunshine pierced his eyes, making him swat at it to no avail. He opened his eyes slowly, and yanked at the curtains to keep the sunlight out. With said sun rays dealt with, he looked at the rather foreign weight that was clinging to him from behind, which happened to be Kirishima, who stirred as well.

"H-hey, G'morning Bakugou." the redhead greeted Bakugou drowsily and with a smile. "I told you, Katsuki is fine." the blonde retorted, gently yanking Kirishima's hands off him to get up. The redhead chuckled. "I'm still not used to it, hehe." Bakugou waved him off. "Whatever. "

Before Bakugou could get some distance away from him and the bed, Kirishima grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. Said redhead looked at him with a sheepish smile, eyeing their intertwined hands. "So uhh.. we're in this.. together.. right?"

With that statement, Bakugou sat back down on the bed, and Kirishima propped himself up on it as well. "What's up now?" the blonde asked. Kirishima fidgeted around their intertwined hands. "It's just that, I don't know.. if I can deal with people knowing about this just yet-"

Kirishima was interrupted by a snarl from Bakugou. "If you're thinking about how other shitheads would view you, shitheads like your parents, well fuck them! You're gonna let those fucktards dictate how to live your damn life?! Oh fucking fine! Let all that shit about them eat you up then! But they're not gonna change a thing about us, got that?! This is up to us, not to some fuckmunches! Not if I can help it!" Bakugou brought their hands up for emphasis.

Kirishima's spirits was brought up by the rather unusual yet nice change of behaviour by Bakugou. "Rousing as usual, hehe." Bakugou sighed and brought their arms down, and squinted at the redhead. "Eijirou, you damn shitty hair.."

With Bakugou's speech in mind, an idea formed in Kirishima's head. The change of expression by the redhead caught the blonde's attention. "If that's the case.. would you be fine if.. the others found out?"

Bakugou went from angry to pissed.

"Earlier, you were scared about people finding out, and now you want to tell them?! What is up with you?!" Bakugou yelled at the top of his lungs; good thing everyone else was at the mess hall, otherwise they'd definitely hear him. Kirishima raised his arms in front of himself in defense. "This is Class 1-A I'm talking about! They're not like my.. parents or other shitty people.." Kirishima's expression lowered, frowning.

Bakugou changed his expression to look indifferent due to the redhead's quite upsetting frown; it didn't suit him, according to the blonde. "Tch. Like I fucking care about what they think anyway." Kirishima lit up at the blonde's words, who gave their hands a slight squeeze of assurement. "I'll take that as a yes." the redhead then smiled.

Bakugou grunted and nodded, and released his hand from Kirishima's to get up from the bed. "And hey, shitty hair. I'm going to my parents tomorrow. Go with me." he stated out of the blue. The redhead didn't know how to respond. "A-are you sure? I-I mean-" a flick on Kirishima's nose cut him off. "Tch. I fucking told you they hugged the shit outta me. You won't have a problem with them. Besides.."

"I want to show them to you... MAYBE it might make you feel better."

At those words, Kirishima grinned like mad, and lunged at the blonde, tackling him down to the floor and hugging him tightly. "Katsuki!"

Bakugou wasn't amused. "What the hell?! Get off me!" soft sniffles came from the redhead on top of him. "Man! You.. you really do care about me! You're too good! So manly!" Bakugou then quickly patted Kirishima' back, a gesture of "okay but get the fuck off now".

Kirishima didn't seem to get the message, who was still hugging the life out of Bakugou. "Alright already! Just get the fuck off me!" with that, Kirishima scrambled off him, and lifted the blonde up using his hand.

"Right right.. then I guess.. yeah! I'll go with you!" Kirishima responded cheerfully. The blonde nodded in approvement. "Good."

They sat down on the bed again, seemingly not done with whatever discussion they're having. Then Bakugou brought up a topic that he wanted an answer on. "Hey.. what made you like me?"

Kirishima lied down on his lap, and looked at Bakugou in the eyes with an easy-going expression. "Well, besides your good looks, I guess I liked that you have an unbreakable will, and that you won't take anyone's crap. You're powerful too, and I guess with that, I saw someone who could protect me."

Bakugou huffed and tried to flick Kirishima's nose again, but the redhead caught his hand and grinned. The blonde retracted his hand and went to mess with the redhead's hair instead. "You're still a real hair-for-brains, you know that? Because you're THAT dumb for liking me. No one in their right mind would like me, you hear?!"

At that, Kirishima hugged Bakugou's torso. "Then I guess I was never in my right mind.. cause I've started liking you ever since you let me get close to you.." Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're a dick most of the time.. but I guess I'm able to see through that? Because, man, I know you're a good person under that prickly face of yours!"

Bakugou huffed again at that and he crossed his arms. "Fuck you." he said without it's usual edge, meaning he was trying to be playful, more or less. "Love you too." Kirishima shot back with a wink.

Kirishima continued hugging Bakugou, who seemed to have reciprocated by patting him gently. "You're good.. yeah, you're good.." the blonde said absent-mindedly.

On hearing what the blonde said, Kirishima sat up and gave him a quick peck on the lips, catching the blonde off-guard and making him blush. "See? You're a good guy. A good, manly guy!" Bakugou squinted at him. "That sounded so stupid, shitty hair."

"Yeah, my boyfriend is so manly.."

Kirishima found himself staring at Bakugou for way too long, and that his hands were drifting along the blonde's biceps...

"Stop staring and touching me, perv." the words brought Kirishima back to reality, and he steeled his gaze and retracted his arms; he blushed heavily. "S-sorry, I can't really help it sometimes.. you're just too.. sexy."

"Stare at yourself. You're no.. different." Bakugou soon found himself in a similar predicament, ogling the redhead's more muscular build. "Are you.. calling me sexy too, Katsuki?" Kirishima's statement snapped out Bakugou from his trance. He stayed silent. "A compliment! From Katsuki!"

Bakugou grunted at that, and ruffled Kirishima's hair, which was down the whole time. "Ugh, just shut up already. "Hehe.."

Kirishima heard his stomach rumble, and looked at the clock; it read 12 noon. "Hey man, you wanna go eat?" he asked the blonde, who shook his head lightly. Kirishima patted Bakugou's shoulder before getting up from the bed and going for the door.

"Later.. Eijirou."

"Later, Baku-..! Katsuki!"

And with some enthusiastic hand-waving, Kirishima left and closed the door behind him, leaving a not-hungry and spaced-out Bakugou to himself.

Later at night, Kirishima would be returning from the gym facilities to the dorms. At the same time, Bakugou was also coming back from his jog, so the two met up and exchanged greetings as they headed in the dorms together. Inside their dorm's common room, they found most of 1-A holding some kind of little game/gathering. They were rather noisy about it too.

"Hey, guys!" Kirishima greeted them enthusiastically with some intense hand-waving. Bakugou followed behind him, not responding to anything. The others greeted back with some hand-waving also.

"Someone's lively today! We were just about to play truth or dare! Join us!" Kaminari stood up from his spot and ushered Kirishima into the group. "Ehh.. hehe.." the redhead didn't feel like playing but he felt like being a part of the class. "Oh c'mon! It'll be fun! Especially with you around, it's bound to be!" And so with that, he let Kaminari usher him into the group. Bakugou got left behind to watch his boyfriend get yanked away from him, so he proceeded to walk to his dorm alone.

"Ka-.. Bakugou? Wanna join?" Kirishima's voice rang out from the group, which silenced them. Judging from the looks on their faces, they were cautious about having Bakugou in the group.

"Fine."

The blonde sat beside Kirishima, and from what the redhead could see, he was tense and didn't feel like letting his guard down since for one, he doesn't know how these gatherings work, and that the only person he knows well enough and trusts is Kirishima.

Ashido then started telling the blonde the groundwork. "Bakugou, huh? Well, blasty, you gotta play by the rules here! That means you gotta do the dare or tell the truth! Even if you don't want to!"

"I get it."

"You can pass if you want. But it has some punishment to go along with it! Hehe.."

"What-the-fuck-ever! Just start this shit already!" Bakugou yelled as he lost his patience. Then he felt a hand on his back, rubbing circles on his back. "Katsuki.. ease up a bit. It's alright."

Bakugou calmed down at the touch, which was Kirishima's. Everyone noticed and raised an eyebrow at that. The group then started the game with Ashido spinning the empty plastic bottle of Mountain Dew around.

It landed at Kaminari first, who was dared to short-circuit himself later. Then it landed on Hakagure, who was dared to pull pranks on people tomorrow. Then the bottle landed on Todoroki for the third spin, and he was told to tell everyone his crush; Midoriya covered his blushing face with his arms afterwards.

Then the bottle landed on Kirishima for the fourth spin. The redhead gulped at this current predicament. "I-I choose.. truth."

Kaminari was the one to smirk. "Well, Kiri, we all know that you like manly stuff a lot. Noowwww, does it extend to actual men as well?" his smirk turned into a shit-eating grin.

Kirishima only realized that he was cold sweating just now, and he gulped again. He shot Bakugou a subtle glance. The blonde's stare read to Kirishima as "It's okay that was your damn idea, right?"

And with a worried look, Kirishima breathed in plenty of air, then breathed them out through his mouth. "Yeah.. it does."

Cliffhangers, eh?

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