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Chapter 14: Just My Luck

Saturday, six in the morning. The crimson-haired 1A student stared at the door, clad in a tank top, sweat pants, and running shoes. His muscles tensed as the minutes wore on, his uneasiness exponentially rising by the second.

The inside of the room was silent for a long while, meaning the person who was supposed to be inside was steadfastly asleep. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to knock. But he had a good reason to-Saturday morning was their thing, and he supposed that it wouldn't be wrong to ask if it still was. Kirishima breathed in deeply before knocking on the door.

He heard a high-pitched yawn from the other side, followed by the shuffling of slippered feet on the tiled floor. The doorknob rattled in a less precise way that he was used to. As the door opened a crack, a face that wasn't supposed to be there greeted him.

"... Uraraka-chan?"

Uraraka Ochako looked up at his stunned form, still obviously delirious from sleep. She gave him a sleepy smile, her pink cheeks lighting up a little. "Hrm. Hey, Ei~ good morning…"

"Sssh!" Kirishima clamped her mouth shut with one large hand. He tried his best not to be too rough as he rushed her back to the safe, private confines of Bakugou's room. He peered at both ends of the hallway before closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. "You should really be more careful. If you get caught-"

Uraraka lazily blinked at him and only realized her mistake shortly after. "OMG." She giggled liberally after in an almost drunken fashion. "I totally wasn't thinking… for a second there I thought I was in my room. Sorry, Kirishima-kun, it's way too early for me to think… I'm a little disoriented."

"I can see that." It was only then that he was able to completely see that she was wearing almost nothing apart from Bakugou's oversized muscle shirt. A bit of her naked flesh was clearly visible at the large arm holes; too late he noticed the curve of the side of her breasts as she raised one arm to scratch the side of her head bashfully. He looked away and tried not to let his face turn too crimson. "I can also see other things. Uraraka, can you please-"

"Oh. Sorry." Apparently it was also too early for Uraraka to feel embarrassed. As if she didn't just accidentally flash Kirishima, she nonchalantly picked up one of Bakugou's hoodies from the floor and pulled it over her head. "Better?"

"I guess?" She was still in a place where she shouldn't be. They-yes, they, including Kirishima, since he was now technically an accomplice-risked explusion by this very act. So he really couldn't say that Uraraka's poor attempt at modesty was any better.

She smiled up at him. Her voice was still husky from sleep when she spoke again. "So, what are you doin' visiting King Explosion Murder so early in the morning?"

It wasn't that early in the morning. His Saturday mornings were usually spent with the so-called King of Explosions. They'd run 10 kilometers together around campus, after which they'd spend an hour at the gym, and then another hour at the yard to practice their quirks. Lately it was the only time he spent alone with Bakugou, who was busy the rest of the time with-well, the unlikely sight before him-and he was really looking forward to it.

"It's okay. We were supposed to work out, but…" The crimson boy sighed. "He's obviously still out cold."

True enough, while Bakugou Katsuki should have been up and about by this time, he was sleeping quite contentedly on his bed. A blanket enclosing a space the same size and shape as Uraraka was under his arm.

He knew that no amount of their talking will get the boy to wake up. Kirishima heard this and that happening past the wall the night before. Things that kept him up all night for other reasons than the noise interfering his sleep. He was thankful that it was just him and not some other noisy person in class who was subjected to it.

(Then again, the 'thing' between Bakugou and Uraraka seemed to be a well-known secret that no-one dared to ask about. Kirishima had a feeling that if anyone asked about it, there was an equal chance of Bakugou admitting it outright or making the person explode on the spot.)

"Kirishima?"

The crimson boy turned to the hazelnut girl. Her eyes were a little more awake than they were moments ago, shining with curiosity.

"Yes?"

She smiled at him gently. Without a trace of hesitation or malice or cunning in her usually bright voice, she asked him, "Do you hate me?"

"Wh… what?" He must have had a ridiculous expression in his face as he stammered, because the girl started to puff her cheeks to stop from bursting out loud. Uraraka allowed herself to giggle softly when he was able to calm down. "Why would you ask me something weird like that? Of course I don't hate you…"

She shrugged as if it was a normal question about the weather. "I'm not blind, Kirishima-kun."

"What are you talking about?"

"You really want me to say it out loud?" She said this, again with no hint of malice in her cheerful voice. "I… I've noticed you a lot, you know. And I know the way you look at Katsuki."

The way she said Katsuki came for his heart like a sniper. He felt his own face fall. Uraraka looked at him with more clarity than ever before.

"That's what I mean. And… I'm sorry, I don't exactly have filters at around this time of day… I'll call him Bakugou-kun instead, if you're more comfortable with that."

She called him Katsuki, when it was just the two of them. Of course she did. On her mouth, the name felt so natural. It was something that he wanted to do for so long, but to say his name like that would no doubt be odd. Katsuki would kill him on the spot. "... It doesn't matter," Kirishima reassured her. He returned her curious look back to her. "Uraraka… how about you?"

"Me?" She tilted her head with a genuine curious look in her wide brown eyes.

"Yes. How do you feel about Bakugou?" It took some courage for Kirishima to ask this. He knew whatever the hazelnut girl would tell him, it would send him spiraling into confusion. But he felt that it was his duty as Bakugou's best friend to know about it, anyway.

She took a spot next to him, squatting low next to the bed and peering at Bakugou's peaceful face. "Who would think that a face like that would scream bloody murder in the next 16 hours that he's awake, eh?" The look of fondness on her face spoke volumes.

"... yeah." Kirishima agreed weakly.

Silence fell over them naturally. The bright bars of sunlight streaming through the window landed on Uraraka's cheeks, intensifying the curious glint within her brown eyes as she stared at Bakugou's face. She breathed so quietly Kirishima could almost hear the confusion clicking in her head, like gears turning in random directions.

She turned to him just as quietly, a new embarrassed look obvious in her face. "I don't know," she finally mumbled, more to herself than to the boy waiting on her answer with bated breath.

Kirishima released a breath. He understood her very well, yes, but, he allowed a little disbelief to color his next words. "You don't know?"

"No." She smiled at him bashfully, a tinge of red dusting her already pink cheeks. "This thing between us… isn't really, um… normal? Even though sometimes I want him all to myself, and he tells me the same… I don't know if it's real, or valid, or if I should really be here, wearing nothing but his clothes. You know?"

She was so unsure, yet there was an odd calm about her. She rubbed one hand against one arm. Kirishima felt that she looked so small, so fragile in Bakugou's clothes, even though the other boy would probably kill anyone who would describe her as such. Another moment of silent pondering passed, and Uraraka looked up at him again, her lower lip released from a bite of thought. "I know it's unfair… he never asked me about it, and I guess because of that I never asked myself… how I truly feel about him."

"... I see." He allowed himself to squat next to Uraraka, unsure of how to approach her. Did she need to be comforted? Did she need help in sorting out her thoughts? Did she even need Kirishima to do that?

She tilted her head once more at him. "I'm not like you, Kirishima. The way you look at him. It's very… decided. Like he's the reason for you to get up each day. Well, at least one of them. The other is the very concept of manliness, I suppose."

She beamed at him like a light bulb. He felt his face flush at her candor, and he couldn't think of anything to say back.

"You know…" There was a mischievous look on Uraraka's face as she said this. "… we could do whatever we want to Katsuki now, and he wouldn't wake up. That's how much I tired him out, when we did this and that-"

"Uraraka, please, I heard everything through the wall. I know exactly how you tired him out. I don't need details."

She laughed. It was almost cute how unashamed she was of herself. "Then you should have joined us! I wouldn't have minded, and I'm sure Katsuki would like having you there-"

Kirishima felt his face explode. He hated himself that he started imagining things. "J-join?! What are you talking about-"

She placed a hand on his shoulder. Kirishima noted how calculated this movement was as he saw her pinky straight up in the air. "Kirishima. I'm gonna take advantage of the fact that I have zero filters and zero shame as a direct result of you waking me up from a deep slumber-"

She carefully guided him by the shoulder for him to sit on the floor, his face perching very close to the snoozing Bakugou. He started stammering, his face more crimson than was legally allowed. "Uraraka-"

"I'm not here," she winked at him. She stood up so that her bare thighs were almost level with his stunned eyes. "Well I'll be here, stealing his instant coffee… but I won't see anything."

She turned around to do just that, rummaging through Bakugou's drawers for two mismatched mugs and two stick-sachets of Indonesian coffee. He simmered upon the ridiculousness of his morning so far and tried to gauge whether he was insane enough to go along with Uraraka's whims…

His eyes naturally darted to Bakugou's face. Smooth, like a newborn babe's thanks to the glycerin in his sweat. Not a single muscle on it was tensed, as it was perpetually during his waking hours. It felt like watching a lion sedated by tranquilizers.

No, a dragon. A dragon without its guard or claws or fire. Only warmth. Wasn't it just his luck to fall for a volatile guy like this?

Doubt and hesitation threatened to paralyze him in his tracks. He looked back, and as promised Uraraka had her back on the two of them. Whatever, he thought stubbornly as he moved his face closer to the sleeping boy's.

Bakugou breathed quietly.

The smell of caramel invaded Kirishima's lungs, and he felt all the doubt and hesitation melt away. Closer, he thought, allowing himself to be lost in the heady smell of nitroglycerin, and something that smelled like the girl across the room-

Carefully, as if he was defusing a bomb, he placed his lips silently on a bit of his skin illuminated by a bar of sunlight shining through the window.

Bakugou's skin felt as smooth as it appeared. The taste of him was as sweet as he smelled. Kirishima felt sparks over the skin of his lips as they made contact; he was sure that if the boy's quirk were to detonate in his face right then, the crimson boy wouldn't regret anything in this moment.

To his shock, however, Bakugou's head moved, ever so slightly, as if searching for the point of contact.

He felt the rumble of the blonde's voice over his skin. In the next moment, probably entirely by accident, his lips were suddenly over Bakugou's.

The time stretched before him. As if the timer on the bomb stopped counting down to destruction at the last second. On reflex, Bakugou opened his mouth and licked the other boy's lips lazily. Kirishima felt his heart stop and his knees give.

Something vibrated against his lips when the fiery blonde opened his mouth once more. "… rnd fce?"

Yes, better believe that it's Uraraka stealing a kiss from him in the morning rather than him. Kirishima was intoxicated, but he had enough sense to try to escape. Yet, Bakugou's arm moved and pushed their faces closer together, effectively trapping the redhead in his embrace.

Oh no. Never mind that it felt like all he ever wanted. Never mind that the possessive grip of his strong fingers at the back of his head awakened so many euphoric feelings in Kirishima's chest. Never mind that it felt like he could die happy in his arms if he were to die the next moment, which was a real possibility.

"C'mere. Closer."

It was all wrong. All fucking wrong. Bakugou pulled him down, causing him to lie down next to him on the bed, and continued to torment his mouth with is, teeth clacking and tongue exploring and pulse throbbing wildly.

Kirishima didn't have the energy to push him away. He didn't have the desire either. But it was wrong, he was tricking Bakugou, he was…

"Fucking Shitty Hair, relax already. Don't you want me?"

Kirishima jolted so violently that it should have woken a normal person up. But the sentence ended there, and both of them stopped moving at the same time. Bakugou's gruff voice died down. He felt the grip at the back of his head loosen, until it was only hanging precariously by a few strands against his lazily flexed fingers.

"Bakugou?" Kirishima asked, his heart stopping in its tracks.

But Bakugou had his eyes closed again. The hand that held the back of his head fell on the comforters with a dull sound. His eyes remained stubbornly closed, making Kirishima wonder if he was even awake in the first place. His chest rose and fell rhythmically once more.

The silence that followed was deafening. Heat was engulfing his face in small puffs. Kirishima wasn't sure if he was breathing correctly, or if he remembered how. He heard careful footsteps behind him, and felt soft fingers over his shoulder.

"Here." Heat radiated from cup of coffee that was suddenly under his nose.

Uraraka smiled at him, almost proudly, as she held out the cup stubbornly under his face, as if it was an offering of peace. Or perhaps a reward for a job well done. "I'm sorry for keeping you up last night. I'll try not to be so loud next time."

Still without the mental faculties to give a proper response, Kirishima dumbly took the cup from her hands. "I think-" he began, not really knowing what to do with the coffee, or the tingling sensation on his mouth, or the girl staring up at him in curiosity, "I think I have to go…"

Pointedly avoiding the hazelnut girl's eyes, he turned away without uttering a single word. He reached the door and touched the doorknob, and only then noticed how fast his useless heart was beating against his chest.

When he turned to look at Uraraka, she sat next to the bed and stroked Bakugou's hair fondly. It was wrong how they looked good together. But the way she smiled at him then, expectant and knowing and teasing, well. He really didn't know what to do about that.

A strange new excitement welled up within him. But that morning, Kirishima didn't want to recognize it yet. He went out of the room and tried to calm down.

AN: Waaah. I'm not entirely happy with this but I do like the three of them orz I might revisit this story in the future but I'm tired haha. I do love the three of them and I just want them to be happy but this is a little twisted the way it is right? lololol

I've decided to publish the Tsuyu-centric chapter that was supposed to come next, next week because it's not turning out the way I like. I hope you stick around to read it.

As always, thank you for your kind comments and kudos and in general just reading my lil sad stories. To the kind Guest who leaves me anonymous reviews (and leaving me with no other way to reply, lol), I love you. I'll write a TetsuKendo fic one day in your honor. *bows*

Last update next week: Tsuyu-chan, a lil bit of Shouji-kun, and TodoDeku getting their shit together. Look forward to it!