Waking up the next morning, Ejiro felt as light as a feather. He rolled across the bed lazily, enjoying the sunlight dancing on his back and wrapping him like a caress. He remembered the warmth of Bakugo's hands - the heat he had longed for since the first time he felt it - and smiled in delight. The conversation he'd had with Jiro had restored his long-lost tranquility. Once he found himself fully awake, the boy got up from the bed excitedly and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Like a miracle, the bags in his once swollen eyes had disappeared in a simple night of sleep. He smiled widely -for the first time in a long time, without pretending- and something inside him told him that he was not alone anymore.

He gathered his things together and headed toward the bathroom, humming happily. His old self was back. As soon as he left his room, he spotted the blond locks of Bakugo a few steps ahead, but something in his walk seemed odd. Kirishima marched toward the boy, but when his hand reached the blond's shoulders to greet him, Bakugo jumped, visibly shaken. The bags that had disappeared from the redhead's eyes like magic reappeared, magnanimous, on his neighbor's pale face.

"The fuck!? Have you ever heard about calling people before putting your paws on them?" Bakugo said, visibly disturbed by the redhead's sudden touch. In response to his rudeness, Kirishima took a step back, still shocked by the tired look of the blonde.

"Wow. Sorry. Is everything alright with you, man? - The redhead said, staring at the boy's weary face – "Bro... did you managed to get any sleep at all?"

Bakugo frowned, trying to shake away a visibly unpleasant thought. In the face of the redhead's searching glance, he lowered his countenance and merely replied, "It's all fucking perfect. I slept like a damn angel."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow and carefully added "Well, it's not what it looks like."

The blonde stopped walking and stared at the redhead boy with a terrifying look. "Not everything is as it seems, now take care of your own damn life or I'll leave you talking to yourself."

Kirishima gulped, then let a sigh and shrugged. He was already used to the boy's closed manner, but that didn't make him less worried. "If you say so. But you know, I'm here to listen if you want me to."

"Thank you very fucking much." Bakugo said, staring into the nothingness and resuming his walk in silence.

Both of them continued to walk until they made it to the common bathroom. Kirishima chose the left corner shower and waved goodbye to his colleague. As he started to walk, Bakugo felt the weight of the world leaving his back. The truth was, the blonde boy didn't sleep a single hour, for the first minutes of his sleep were haunted by the image of the redhead. In fact, his words. Somehow his brain managed to turn the redhead's instructions into some asmr shit during Bakugo's dreams, and it had awakened thousands of different sensations in him, which he had not liked at all. He felt an erection coming with the memory of the night before and cursed his pubertal hormones. Thank God he was still in tow.

-I need to get a fucking girlfriend soon-

He thought as he stepped into the shower, dropping the towel around his waist. "Hello, my little friend.", he said as he stared at the happy phallus between his legs. "Time to fucking leave."
The blonde opened the cold water, entering at once under the icy drops. The contrast of the chilled temperature of morning water against the boy's always warm skin filled him with chills. He clenched his teeth. One thing about Katsuki Bakugo is that he never felt cold. And for this reason, on the rare occasions when he felt it, he hated it. His always warm body was already accustomed to the cold showers earlier in the day, but his crotch, not so much. Once his whole body got used to the temperature, he managed to finally relax a bit. He went on with his daily cleansing ritual until he had the feeling that he had swept away every trace of Kirishima in him. He sighed. When did his mind decide it was ok to fucking fantasize with the boy next door? "Fuck it." He said, closing the water and leaving the shower. It was probably the consequence of being locked with a bunch of dudes. He could flirt with his own fucking pillow and would be the same testosterone talking. He finished dressing and unconsciously looked around for the redhead, but cursed himself mentally when he found him. Kirishima was on his back, naked from the waist up, and once the blonde's eyes fixed on the scene, they couldn't help but stare at him. Bakugo felt his face heating, and in a mix of shame and despair, he shouted: "Do you intend to take all day, Princess?"

Ejiro jumped startled by the boy's shout. He hadn't noticed Bakugo's presence until he heard his voice. "Sorry, I didn't know you were waiting for me. I'll hurry."

"You better." Bakugo said, looking away.

"Sure, sure" The redhead replied calmly. There came a point in the boy's life when he had grown accustomed to the blonde's harsh responses. More than that, Kirishima had grown fond of Bakugo's rude way. Something told him that it was just a mask to disguise his clumsiness with people. And the fact is that Ejiro found it cute. He smiled, thinking to himself that in spite of everything Bakugo had looked for him and waited (in his impatient way) for them to go together. Ejiro gave his uniform tie a knot and joined the irritated blonde. As they began to walk, the redhead noticed the unspoke tension in the air. Something was wrong. He decided to ask, even knowing that talking about feelings with Bakugo was similar to talking to a rock.

"Hey, bro. Is everything ok?"

"The only thing wrong is you and your slow ass, shittyhead." Bakugo said bluntly.

Ejiro sighed to himself. Bakugo was impossible to reach sometimes.

"If you say so." The red-haired boy said, surrendering.

The rest of the way to the classroom remained quiet and heavy. When they finally arrived, Bakugo sat in his chair with an enigmatic face while Ejiro decided to ignore any rumors around he and Jiro and went straight to her.

"Good Morning!" He said with his usual grin, but something in his tone sounded sad. And with ears like hers, Kyoka noticed in no time.

"Kirishima, hey…" she started, then looked him in the eyes as if to say 'what's wrong, man?'

"About yesterday… thank you." The boy answered, catching her gaze but choosing to ignore it.

"You're welcome." She said, still staring stubbornly at him. "There's nothing you want to tell me?"

Ejiro smiled. Just a few days and Jiro knew him like the palm of her hands. Was he that transparent?

"Only a billion things." he said laughing cheerfully.

Kyoka had the impression he wanted to say more, but both the environment and their time weren't cooperating. She felt the curious gaze of basically all the classroom around them, but one, in particular, made her feel uncomfortable. With all the Kirishima drama the night before, she completely forgot about the Kaminari situation. For a split second, it was like Kaminari Denki entered her soul, just looking at her with that sad puppy eyes. Eyes that she didn't want to face. She shifted her gaze, and in the corner of the room, saw a shadow coming. "Aizawa-sensei" she let out in a whisper.

"This is my cue," Ejiro said, walking to his chair "thanks again.".

"Sure." She smiled, ignoring Denki's sad look still fixated on her.

-It's going to be a long, long day.-