Bakugou's crimson eyes stared out the bus window as he tried to focus elsewhere. The bus was too loud and too hot. The summer heat seeping through the cracks on the window. Kaminari bounced around in his seat, a few seats in front of the brooding teen, excitedly sharing his favorite things about the outdoors.

Class 3-A was on their last class trip. A support mission for another agency out by the beach. Most of the class was excited, but Bakugou was annoyed. Scrolling on his phone he looked up the Hero Agency that they were visiting. There were only a few Agencies that were contracted with UA in Naha. Prism Agency where the light hero worked as well as the Wave Crasher Agency; neither of which Bakugou felt were worthy of his attention.

Kirishima slid into the seat next to Bakugou, pulling him from his thoughts. Even against the heat, the crimson haired idiot grinned and put his hand on Bakugou's shoulder. Heat seared through the blonde at the touch but he leaned into it. Bakugou and Kirishimi's friendship had grown over the years and Bakugou finally enjoyed the man's touch. With the final days of high school approaching, "You okay, bro?"

"Hm," he growled out and shrugged off the man's large hand. Kirishima beamed and rocked in his seat, hitting Bakugou's shoulder, "What do you want Shitty Hair?" he growled out.

"Arent you excited?" He breathed out as he rested his head against Bakugou's shoulder for a second, returning to his upright position before anyone was able to see. "You might get some good training in!"

Bakugou let his lips twitch into a smirk, his rigidity fading against the constant touch of Kirishima. He allowed himself to soften as he felt the red head's touch. For even just the moment Bakugou let the heat of Kirshima's cheek burn against his bare shoulder, the feel of his leg pressed against his. Kirishima was always so touchy, over the years Bakugou had learned to enjoy it. Years in the same class had shown Bakugou that he was pretty starved for touch and only would allow the loud redhead to come close.

"Baku-bro!" Kamiari whined from a few seats ahead, "You're not just gonna like train all day are you? We're allowed to have fun on this trip!" Kaminari lay on his folded arms as he pouted, his headphones slipping off his ears, "I want to go to the beach."

"No one asked you Pikachu!" he snarled out.

Kirishima linked his arm with the young man and leaned heavily against him grinning, "A beach day sounds fun after a long day of hero work!" Bakugou only rolled his eyes. Kirishima smiled fondly as he leaned over and watched the video Bakugou had on his phone. Without asking, Kirishima reached up and grabbed the earbud from Bakugou's ear. The slightest touch of Kirishima's fingertips against his skin burned, causing Bakugou to quickly turn away; eyes boring out the window as a video continued to play.

As the light shifted in the sky, Bakugou relaxed into Kirishima. Quiet murmurs escaped the boys lips as his rock hard head lulled to the side; falling to Bakugou's shoulder.

Bakugou's heart began to pound against his chest, Kirishima's breath dancing against his skin.

Midoriya's emerald eyes peeked up from the seat behind them, "Kaa-chan, you might want to wake him up," he breathed quietly trying not to trigger the explosive blonde, "We're about five minutes out."

Bakugou growled, "Shut up, you damn Nerd." Midoriya gave a soft smile, well aware that he was privy to this sudden new side of Bakugou; the Bakugou who had Kirishima at his side.

Midoriya rolled his eyes and grinned, "Better hurry up before everyone else wakes up too."

Bakugou grunted before slowly nudging his elbow into Kirishima's side, "Shitty hair," he breathed out. When Kirishima did not stir, Bakugou gripped Kirishima's knee, letting off a few small explosions.

Bakugou's smirk widened when he watched Kirishima's knee harden, his quiet snoring stopped, "That's rude," Kirishima pouted, staring up at Bakugou with crimson eyes glowing in the dwindling light. "I was comfy." Kirishima sat up and stretched, nearly jumping over Bakugou as he pressed his palms against the window, "Look! The Ocean!"

Everyone quickly stirred in their seats turning to the side of the bus with the view. Gasps and awes escaped the lips of the whole class as they looked at the ocean dancing in the sunset. Bakugou watched as Kirishima's eyes danced and his smile beamed. Stupid Shitty Hair…

The bus arrived shortly after, parking in front of a large building facing the ocean. A young woman dressed in a pant suit greeted them with a tablet in her hands, "Good evening UA students! I'm here to welcome you to the Wave Crasher Agency!"

Everyone stood at attention watching the women as she introduced herself, "My name is Isla and I'm the coordinator with the UA program. Principal Nezu expressed that you would be spending two days here at Wave Crasher headquarters and then move farther inland to our training site! There will be a mix of education, active service, and relaxing overall." She smiled happily, keeping eye contact with the students as she typed away on her laptop. "Housing assignments for the night have already been determined. Any questions so far?"

Mineta raised his hand, not waiting to be called on to ask his question, "Can we do co-ed?"

The woman's eyes literally sparked, quickly gaining control as she cleared her throat, "Aoyama, Mineta, room one," So she listed off rooms. They were pretty predictable, as if UA had something to do with referring the so that no one who hated each other was staying together. Aoyama with mineta, Iida with Ojiro, Kaminari with Sero, Kouda with Satou, Shouji with tokoyami, Totoroki with deku, and Bakugou with kirishima. Then the girls; on a different floor of course. Ashido with Hagakure, Asui with Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu with Jirou.

With the turn of her heel she quickly strutted towards the building, "Please get comfortable and enjoy your night, the common area can be used or relaxing. If you need anything there is a call button in the main areas and you can call for me."

Midoriah's head tilted to the side as he looked around the large open area, "This seems like a dorm, what kind of Agency is this?"

"Thank you for asking!" The woman chimed in happily, "Wave Crasher focuses on taking in those who have been lost at sea or those who have been affected by hurricanes and tsunamis. Wave Crasher and the other two heroes operate out of the top floor while the other floors are for civilians to use while they get back on their feet. Each floor in itself is like a home, so you will be comfortable for the few days that you are at our agency."

Everyone oohed and Ahhed at the explanation, excited to see their new rooms. Kirishima draped his arm over Bakugou's shoulders and gave a toothy grin, "What's up Roomie!" he called happily as they walked up to their designated unit. "Think there will be bunk beds?"

"Oh fuck off!" Bakugou growlwed as he put up his palm and let out some small explosions, smoke consuming Kirishima's face so that Bakugou could no longer see that stupid grin. Unlocking the door with the key the Isla had given them, Bakugou was surprised to see that the room was actually composed of smaller rooms, assumably bedrooms, and a small common space with a love seat and a kitchenette.

The space could comfortably fit two adults, more if needed in an emergency. Kirishima strutted into the room on the left, throwing his bag onto the bed, "Man this is kinda like dorms all over again!" With a toothy grin he jumped on the bed and put his arms behind his head, "the beds are against the same wall, we can have a secret knock."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, "Dont get comfortable Shitty Hair, it's only for a few days."

Kirishima smiled happily and stretched, "Come on, Bakugou, its okay to be excited, no one else is here."

With those words Bakugou felt his shoulders relax and a smile play on his lips, "I better not hear you snore."

"Oh, you will," Kirishima laughed, "So much!" Silence blanketed them for a bit but it wasn't heavy. Wether Kirishima complied with the silence because he too enjoyed it or because he knew Bakugou did. Reluctantly, Kirishima came outside of his assigned bedroom holding up a text book. "Can you help?"

"Not fucking happening, Its late," Bakugou groaned as he looked over at the clock. It was nearly seven and he always went to bed before nine. Studying with Kirishima meant being up later than he would like. Bakugou laid in his bed with the door open, his body becoming ridgid as he looked anywhere else but the man in the doorway. With his legs crossed he leaned his shoulder against the frame, taking the majority of the space. His baggy muscle shirt hung loose on his form and accentuated his muscular arms as he crossed over his chest.

When had he grown into such a fine young hero? Bakugou felt his ears burn as the blush threatened to finally expose itself on his face. Scooting to the side, he pushed his back against hte headboard, "Fucking begger, get over here. Better actually fucking try this time."

Kirishima's smile did not waiver as he jumped onto the small twin sized bed, taking over most of it as he sat next to Bakugou. With the book on his lap, he began scanning over the page. Kirishima read over the problems and wrote in the book as he worked it out. Bakugou watched over his shoulder. An hour passed Bakugou muttering insults under his breath as Kirishima continued with the homework. Kirishima closed the book and leaned his head back, a relieved sigh leaving his lips.

Bakugou memorized his features in the soft light; really noticing Ejirou Kirshima. His jaw line was strong and square, stubble peeking from under the rich tawny skin that had been tanned by years in the sun. If you looked hard enough you could see a tan line from his jaw guard. Bakugou's eyes strayed along Kirishima's jaw to his lips, small white scars that you could only see from this close littered his lips from his nervous biting.

Kirishima's eyes opened, a world of expression swirling in his crimson eyes as he met Bakugou's gaze. "Bakugou," he breathed softly as concern pulled forward in the crimson, "You okay?"

"Are you like this with everyone?" the words escaped too quickly. Bakugou's eyes widened at his own words, the sound far from his regular aggression. He took in their position as he quickly turned away. One of Kirishima's legs was over his, his body flush against Bakugou's as they sat together on twin sized bed. Heat rushed through him as his fingers clenched at his side searching for the signal to explode.

Kirishima's brows knitted as he turned to face Bakugou. As the nervousness heated Bakkugo's ears and cheeks, he watched from the corner of his eye as Kirishima's face became unreadable, his sharp teeth biting his lip softly waiting for the words to form, "Would that change this?" he muttered hesitantly.

The question rang in Bakugou's ears as the thought welled in his chest; quickly consuming him. Bakugou knew that Kirishima was a touchy person, he knew that he was friendly with everyone - but why did it hurt so much that Kirishima was the same with everyone else? The silence was getting heavy as the question lingered in the air. Bakugou did what he did best, let his anger flow, "Whatever Shitty Hair. Gotta make sure youre not bringing in any fucking bed bugs from those extras."

Kirishima's lips twitched, a smile slowly playing on his lips but not reaching his eyes, "I wouldn't do that to you bro." Kirishima nudged Bakugou's side, "most of the bed bugs are from you anyway."

Bakugou lifted his palm to Kirishima's fce and let out a quiet growl as the explosions began. Kirishima hardened in time but fell off the bed from the impact. Throwing his head back Kirishima let out a hearty laugh, shedding the heaviness from their conversation in one swift motion. Kirishima dusted off his pants as he got up, saluting Bakugou as he began his retreat, "Well! I've keep you up long enough."

Bakugou watched with a smirk as Kirishima sauntered off, one leg clearly asleep as he left the small room. Kirishima stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder, his crimson eyes once again searching for something before he shut the door behind him.

It took another half an hour for Bakugou to relax into his bed, letting the darkness fall over him. There was a hyper awareness that came from new places for Bakugou, something that had kept him alive in numerous situations as a hero; but now just kept him from sleep. His ears perked up as he heard a groan from the other room.

Its nothing. He's just sleeping.

But now he couldn't stop listening, a whisper of fear echoing in his mind. He continued to listen. A few seconds later another groan, and then another.

Bakugou ran his fingers through his hair and signed, the fear of attack fading quickly as annoyance settled in his stomach. Of course Shitty Hair would keep him up by having a bad dream. Getting to his feet, Bakugou didn't even throw on additional clothes as he quietly stepped up to the door. He held his breath and listened again, wanting to give Kirishima time to sort out his own dream; to be the hero even in his own mind. Then it happened. Kirishima's voice was strained, gravely, begging, "Kats-" The thought of Kirishima tossing and turning due to a nightmare, calling for Bakugou, pushed him forward - never once a second thought. Bakugou threw the door open and felt himself freeze at the site.

"Are you like this with everyone?" Bakugou's question stopped Kirishima's heart. Blood froze in his veins as the heat from Bakugou's skin lingered. They were so close, Kirishima's leg arched over Bakugou's; the twin sized bed feeling so small with the two sitting together.

As if Kaminari had kick-started his heart, Kirishmia's heart quickly raced, drumming in his ears like one of Jirou's bands. Kirishima's breath hitched as he slowly turned to look at the blonde next to him. Bakugou was looking away, his fingers flexing against his sweats as he muddled through whatever he was thinking. What was he thinking? Kirishima's brows knitted together as he tried to figure out the correct words. The truth was much more complicated than a yes or no; but was it?

The truth was that Kirishima was touchy with other people, but not like this. He didn't crave someone's touch as much as he did Bakugou's. He didn't find himself plastered to Kaminari when they had sleepovers, he didn't look for his other friends in a crowd. Kirishima wasn't consumed with his other friends.

Instead of answering, Kirishima chose to ask the question that plagued his thoughts more and more each day. Biting his lip, Kirishima knew he couldn't turn back, "Would that change this?" Kirshima had wished his voice was stronger and confident, that it didn't come out like a quiet whisper.

Kirishima's eyes analyzed every microexpression on Bakugou's face as the question fully sank in. Would knowing how different Kirishima treated Bakugou change what they currently had? The blonde's facial features changed, twisting and contorting. Brows furrowing and relaxing, his lips pulling and tugging as he processed the question. Bakugou sucked his teeth and sneered, "Whatever Shitty Hair. Gotta make sure youre not bringing in any fucking bed bugs from those extras."

Kirishima tried not to flinch, the snarl enough to remind him that it was Katsuki Bakugou he was dealing with; of course he wouldn't get a real answer to something this serious. Kirishima gave a half hearted smile. "I wouldn't do that to you, Bro," The words escaped in a breath, honest and true. Kirishima wouldn't be like this with just anyone; just Bakugou. Feeling the tug of his unrelenting self hatred tug at his soul, Kirishima pushed himself to make a joke, "Most of the bed bugs are from you anyway."

The spark in Bakugou's crimson eyes was enough for Kirishima to know to harden. It was usual for Bakugou to set off some explosions when Kirishima was around. Kirishima enjoyed that he was one of the few people who could take Bakugou's explosion. They felt like soft feathers against his hardened skin but Kirishima forgot to brace himself.

Pain rang out as Kirishima's tailbone felt the impact of the ground. Kirishima felt his legs still on the bed, partially tangled with Bakugou's as he lay on the floor beneath the bed. Wide crimson eyes stared down at him in confusion before they closed and laughter erupted through the room. Kirishima couldn't hear his own laugh as he listened to the symphony come from Bakugou. It was rare that he fully laughed like this, and it was Kirishima's privilege to fall into it. Kirishima stared at the man as he laughed. The ever present scowl was melted away by a real smile and a joyous laugh - but it passed too quickly.

Kirishima felt like his gaze had lasted too long, enjoying the glow of his friend. His best friend. His fantasy. His feelings weighed heavily on him as he slowly got up, dusting off his own pants as he got to his feet, "Well, I've kept you up long enough," Kirishima gave a toothy grin and saluted the man.

Kirishima went to his room and closed the door, letting the heat evaporate fro him in the darkness. His back slid against the door as a rush of cold ran through his skin, pulling him from his thoughts of Bakugou's laugh.

"Fuck," he breathed out as he ran his fingers through his hair. Shaking his head, Kirishima let out a content sigh, finally letting a content smile tug on his lips as he climbed into his bed. Kirishima grabbed the pillow and wrapped his arms around it tightly, burying his nose into the fabric as he tried to relax from the day.

Message from : Kaminari
Sent 7:39pm
Dude yes, rooming with Sero is great. He has the best weed. Excited for being next to your biggest fantasy all night?

Message From: Kaminari
Sent 8:32pm
Bakubro in bed already? What are you up to? There's no TV here it sucks.

Message from : Kaminari
Sent 8:52pm
If earthquakes make coffins into maracas, does that make the cemetery a mariachi band?

Message from : Kaminari
Sent 9:32pm
Come on man! I'm bOrEd. Sero's asleep

Message from: Kaminari
Sent 9:55
If I didnt know you better I'd say you were getting BUIZZAYYYY with blasty boy.

Kirishima grinned as he read through the messages, rolling his eyes at a few. The last one lingered in his head. Kaminari wouldnt know if they were. The units were designed for families to separate them and give them their space. The idea quickly dug into Kirishima's head as blush spread throughout his face.

Shaking the thought from his head, Kirishima scolded himself for letting his imagination get out of control with Bakugou so close. Its not really manly, he groaned inwardly as he thought of his companion, Bakugou's already in hero mode and I cant get my mind out of the gutter.

Kirishima rolled onto his back and sighed. Heat pulsed through him as he continued to think. Biting his lip, Kirishima rolled his eyes in defeat as his hand slipped below his waistband. At his tentative touch, throughs rushed through his mind causing his blood to flow. As Kirishima wrapped his fingers around his length his breath hitched, allowing his thoughts to run freely.

It started off small and simple, an image that Kirishima had burned into his mind from a previous training experience; Bakugou shirtless, dripping in sweat. Kirishima bit his lip and leaned his head back, his free hand running through his hair as he continued to palm at his hardening length. His thoughts escalated quickly, thoughts of what Bakugou sounded like moaning and gasping. Thoughts of Bakugou's tongue and hands, of Kirishima's needy touch. In his thoughts Kirishima worshiped Bakugou's body, bending him over.

The closer that Kirishima came to his climax the rougher and more needy his thoughts became. Consumed by his bliss Kirishima let out a groan, his hips bucking as he fell into his fantasies. "Kats-"

The door was thrown open just as Kirishima hit his climax. Crimson eyes pried open as the post climax bliss quickly faded, falling on the blond in the doorway. Hot sticky slick covered his palm as realization set in like a ton of bricks.

"What the fuck."

Alarm set off through Kirishima's nerves as he blanched, "Get out!" he howled as he turned on his side to hide. He didn't move until he heard his door close and Bakugou's slam shut. Kirishima quickly adjusted his clothing and jumped from his bed, finding a towel to whip off his hand. "Fuck," Kirishima snarled out as his thought raced. How much did he see? Fuck, how much did he HEAR? Panicked, Kirishima pressed his back against the door and slid to the floor so that it wouldn't open, pulling out his phone.

Message to: Kaminari
Sent: 10:57
I want to die.

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