Hellooo my KiriBaku lovers !!
And here is chapter 3 ! We're getting a bit into more relation dynamics and school life here :)
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~MoyKun
All the inmates in the dorms woke up to the dreading sound of a ringing school bell. It was first day for class A.
Kirishima and the other boys in the room struggled to get up. Bakugou managed to be the first in the bathroom so Kaminari and Eijirou decided to shower after classes while Sero explained he will snooze while waiting for the shower to be free.
Partially cleaned, doubtedly fed and widely unprepared, class A waited at the door of the school's building. Bakugou looked rather fresh for some reason.
A man dressed in black with
long dark hair came to them. He looked like he hadn't sleep for several night and rarely shaved.
"Class A. Come with me." The man said. "In silence". His voice was deep and implied no arguing. After the events of day one, the teenagers didn't want to challenge the man.
They were led to a classroom and appointed seats in alphabetical order. Kirishima and Kaminari gave each other thumbs up as they discovered they sit one behind the other.
"My name is Shouta Aizawa. I will be your Head Teacher and I will not be taking any bullshit. I'm also your math teacher. I will give you your time-tables now."
Students gave looks at each other. The man didn't seem to have a lot of patience.
According to the time-table, they had class form eight-thirty to twelve and from one to three. The first half-hour between eight-thirty and nine was "school life". The subjects were math and sciences, english, history and P-E. Surprisingly they had P.E. three days out of five.
Sitting in second row, Asui held her hand up. "Mr. Aizawa, what is the first half-hour about ?"
"It is an extra time for discussions, organisation and, if needed, punishments. It's the time of the day I get to check on you". He gave an eye around the whole class, leaving everyone even more confused.
"It must have been explained to you that jobs are available. I will distribute an informative sheet and you can grab a form at the end of the class." He looked at the clock. "The half-hour is over. Take a notebook out." He went to the blackboard and wrote "Trigonometry".
Kirishima deflated in defeat. Kaminari was scared the teen would fall to the floor.
Recess rang at half-past-ten and the school building emptied in the yard. All the inmates took fresh air, older ones having their habbits.
Bakugou walked outwards the commotion. He looked out at the trees circling around the facility. The lack of freedom was starting to kick in. Thirty-six hours had been long. Three years will be an eternity. He sneered at the thought that him going crazy might make it bereable.
A voice calling his name snapped him out of spiralling thoughts.
" ... Oi, Bakugou !" Kirishima jogged towards him. He realised he must have been called several times.
"Tch. what you want?" He growled. If shitty-hair was going to follow him around like a pet, he will have to swiftly put an end to it.
The red-head handed a piece of paper. "Hey, I thought you might want to get a job. I got you a form?" The teen arched a brow at the pissed-off expression on the blond face. Bakugou smirked.
"Yeah? Whatever. Fill it in for me if you think that'll help whatever you trying to achieve."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kirishima folded the form and put it in his pocket. "You're wierd, dude."
"What?! "Katsuki snapped, eyes throwing flames. He was about to throw a string of curses and threats.
"We're over there, if you wanna hang out with the cool kids''. Kirishima smirked, gesturing to a table near the entrance.
"Why would I wanna be with you shit-faces?" Bakugou snapped but his opponent waved as he left, ignoring the rambling teen and joining the group from last night.
Katsuki kicked in a rock, grunting, clenching his fists. The fucker...!
Was shitty-hair clingy or stupid? He seemed immune to threats and that was no good. If the boy kept pissing the number one ass-kicker, he'll have to break the stupid face.
The bruises on his ribs pulled and pain shot through the teenager's body. It made him angrier.
Class A was back to math and then it was lunch time and - thank god - Bakugou was left alone. Then back to school.
Being head-teacher, Aizawa was also in charge of P.E.. The budget for education was melting with every passing year. He gave the teenagers a set of sweatpants and jacket. At the mention of locker-rooms, a small guy in the class with strange purple hair commented on how outrageous it was that they weren't mix. Kaminari snickered but Kirishima arched a brow as all the girls sighed. They seemed use to stupid comments.
The locker-rooms were plain and functionnal in all shades of grey. The institute didnt seem to know any other colors that grey and white. In a neighboring room were two walls of showers.
"At least they're less ugly then the overalls" Sero said looking closely at the sweat pants, half naked.
"Maybe put in on?" A blond guy with a tail, Ojiro, said with an embarrassed smile.
"Ah, I don't want to see you dudes' naked bodies!" Mineta cried out.
"What? Isn't my body exciting?" Denki took luscious poses, grabing unexisting breasts, Kirishima and Sero laughed and cat-called the blond teen.
"You need to build some abs, bro" Eijirou teased as he pulled of his shirt, unveiling his muscles. His tanned skin had a few scars, streaking his chiseled body.
"Damn! You guys are ripped!" Sero whistled.
Kirishima turned to see who was included in "you guys".
Bakugou stood behind him, bare chest and sweat pants pulled up half-way. He was tightly muscled under the pale skin and bandages that ran across his torso."
"How are your injuries? Your eye looks a lot better Kirishima" said Tokoyami, the guy with the bird face. "It seems you'll have a scar." The eye was back to normal size but the split on the brow and eye-lid still looked red and healing.
"Stop asking about me." Bakugou growled turning his back at the group and putting the jacket on.
"Scars are manly!" Kirishima flexed a pause, showing off some others nasty ones, the paleness contrasting on the light brown skin.
"Ew! Disgusting!" Mineta winced.
The red-head gaze right at him, face completely changed, his eyes were cold but a threatening grin was slowly growing on his lips.
"Wanna say it again, tiny boy?"
The small teen gulped. He didn't expect such an answer from the goofy red-head.
Kaminari and Sero gazed in concern at their friend. The guy use to cage-fight so who knew what would trigger him?
Bakugou gave a look over his shoulder, evaluating the teen's face. He had estimated Kirishima was either a liar or had been used as a punching bag in the cage fights. He seemed too young and too kind to be an actual fighter. Now he was reconsidering. The guy did look like the real deal. Achieving such a build took time and comitement.
"Leave him, his an idiot. Take on someone your size, 'bro' ". Shinzou said, a guy with light purple hair and droopy eyes. He was sitting in a corner and gave the red-head a contempt look.
Tension built up when Kirishima set eyes on him. His posture switched to a subtle but provocative stance, feet parted but anchored down, hips slightly forward and spine leaned back with squared shoulders. His abs and pecks deepened. He pointed his chin up and rubbed his nose with his thumb in a mocking snort. "Sure, I' II keep your advice in mind".
"Let's go before Aizawa starts yelling" said Tokoyami who didn't want to be involved when the fight broke.
Sero and Kaminari tagged along, bringing Kirishima with them. Bakugou happened to follow.
"Dude! "Kaminari half-shouted half whispered at his hot head friend. "I thought you were chill! Don't start a fight on second day!"
"You already got punched in the face yesterday." Sero noted "Are you trying to break a record? I thought spiky-boy over there was more likely to start trouble."
Bakugou gave Sero an outraged glare.
Kirishima chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, switching back to happy-silly face.
"Sorry guys! Old habits die hard y 'know..." He had the whole 《I'm sorry, silly of me》 gestures but Kaminari could see there were no remorse in the teen's face.
Was befriending Eijirou a good idea?
The girls were waiting for the boys in the yard with Aizawa. "You guys are late. You better be faster next time". The man's voice was menacing despite not being loud or angry, wich made it scarier.
"I heard some of you need to steam out." he looked at Bakugou and Kirishima in turns. "So today will be kick-boxing. No blows to the face, no quirk. You will be pairing up."
"Ooh! oh! I wanna fight one of the girls!" Mineta squealed out, jumping with excitement.
"I'll fight you!" Hagakure, who was basically floating clothes, said just as excited. Mineta froze for a second. "Well.. Better than nothing..." he mumbled, not sure if he was happy or disappointed.
Kirishima glanced at Shinzou with a smirk. Kaminari jumped at the expression on the red-head's face and grabbed the purple-head by the arm "I'm with him!" he yelled. It caused small laughter and chuckles in the group and Denki immediately regreted being brave. Bravery never took him anywhere good.
Other pairs formed. Uraraka and Asui, Ashido and Jirou, Shouji and Tokoyami.
Kirishima walked to Bakugou. "Hey, let's pair up" he smiled.
"Wanna fight me, shitty-hair?" he smirked. "My name's Kirishima!" he snapped. "I was gonna kick Shinzou's ass but he's already taken. Plus, you want a real fight right? Someone who can punch like a man." He grinned, showing of his pointy teeth and fierce eyes locked into Bakugou's. The ash-blond teen was a bit startled.
A tough mother-fucker...
Katsuki frowned in determination and grinned back "Alright, let's see what you're made off."
Electricity sparked between them.
Hagakure had kicked Mineta's ass. The boy had tried to grab a breast but in a high-pinched "Yah!" she swiped him. The rest of their course was her throwing him to the ground with excited screams.
Uraraka was surprisingly good and knew self-defense techniques. Because Asui wasn't allowed to use her quirk, the brunette ended up teaching the frog-girl how to protect herself.
Ashido and Jirou were trying to fight but couldn't keep it serious and often giggled at Aizawa's exercises.
Sato was confused at Aoyama's wierd pauses. The guy was big and seemed to know how to throw a punch but every time he tried a move, the blond boy would shift over-elegantly and cried a "merci!" or "twinkling!", dodging the muscled teen.
Sero and Ojiro did the exercices but laughed at their clumsiness.
Shinzou and Kaminari were ridiculous. They did try to spare but none of them had any agility or strengh. It turned out to be mostly akward grabbing and pushing. Denki was comforted in his choice to separate purple and red. Kirishima would have broke the guy in two pieces.
Tokoyami and Shoji had a worthy exchange. They didn't fight to hurt each other but the gestures were fluid, postures correct and techniques precise.
And then there was Bakugou and Kirishima - who Aizawa watched closely. He knew all the kids' stories and files. In class A, they were the two most prone to violence and he couldn't decide if them pairing was a good or bad thing.
Bakugou was smart and viscious, his explosive attitude could lead to doubt his agility and cold-blood decision making but that would be making a huge mistake. Kirishima seemed kind and troubleless, but underestimating him was dangerous. He did spend a full year in one of the worst illegal fight clubs and that worried the teacher.
The red-head did a few stretches and twists, a huge grin on his face. "Ready, Bakuboy?"
"Are you gonna dance or fight, shitty-hair?" The ash-blond grinned back, cracking his knuckles.
"Come at me" Kirishima said, taking a defensive position.
Bakugou launched himself on Eijirou, throwing a fist at his jaw but the other boy deviated with his left and through an uppercut form his right. Katsuki leaned back to dodge. In the same move, he took a step back and threw his other leg at Kirishima who blocked it under his arm against his ribb cage. It hurt but the leg was blocked.
Bakugou's eyes widened a second. Eijirou threw the teenagers leg upwards causing Katsuki to fall on his back but he quickly rolled backwards to his feet.
"Not so bad" the ash-blond grinned again.
"For a shield."
"Yeah?" Kirishima shouted. "What about that?"
At this point most of the class was watching the incredible fighters. Red-head dropped to the floor at amazing speed, circling the ground with a streched out leg. Katsuki managed to jump at the last second to dodge again but Kirishima was already on him throwing punch after punch. Katsuki dodged and dodged.
The two teens had huge grin on their faces, everything around blurred. Bakugou pushed his palm in Kirishima's torso. The boy stepped back and took a punch to the side. He stopped the second one, twisted the arm has he turned on himself and threw Katsuki over his shoulder. The other teens gulped, amazed.
Bakugou got up, shooting a startled glare at his sparring partner. What the fuck was that ?
Kirishima had a mad expression, shark teeth in a huge smile, eyes filled with excitement. He was having great time. "Want more? "He made sign to come with his fingers.
Katsuki's face turned devilish, the same passion and pleasure in his eyes. "Bring it!" he yelled and jumped at the other boy. More kicks, more punches.
"Com 'on!" Red-head screamed.
"Alright". Ash-blond yelled back full of excitement. He threw his open palm in Kirishima's side, explosion forming onto the teens ribcage. But it only met hard rock. Kirishima's skin had completely transformed. He took a step back, it hurt. But it was great. "That's it?!"
They were about to go at it again. But the explosion died and the skin smoothed at the moment they were on each other again. They were instantly wrapped in a strip of fabric that looked just like Aizawa's strange scarf. They were propeled one against the other, heads banging.
"I said no quirk." The teacher stated but his eyes were red, face in a dissaproving stern and hair floating up.
"Yes... Yes Mr. Aizawa" Kirishima managed to articulate. The two teens were half knocked out.
"Everybody take a break. You two are on the bench." He untightened his restraints and his quirk stopped.
"Tch." Bakugou responded.
There was a second of generalised numbness. The other teens couldn't peel their eyes away from the duo but slowly, they want to get water and take a break.
Bakugou and Kirishima sat on a bench on the side, drinking from water bottles and watching the other students fight. Eijirou held the cold bottle to his forehead, where it had crashed onto Bakugou's.
"Ah... Same side of my injured eye, it sucks" he sighed.
Katsuki evaluated the other teen from the corner of his eyes. His face wasn't cracked up in anger for once. His resting face did look like a tired pout. "You weren't shitting us about the cage fight thing."
"Why would I?'' Kirishima gave him a curious look, brows raised in a arch. Bakugou sighed and leaned onto the bench. "People say a lot of things for shitty reasons."
"I don't lie" the red-head stated.
There was no anger or bad feelings in his voice. He gazed at Bakugou with a straight factual face.
"Everybody lies" he replied with a bitter smirk.
"I don't. I never." Bakugou looked up at the teen, with questioning expression. And Kirishima simply smiled at him. He was the face of recklessness, a carefree smile and sparkles of joy in the eyes. It felt like and invitation to let go.
Something was slowly untieing in Katsuki's heart, so discreet he didn't realise it was happening. But for once, anger wasn't his prime feeling. He half-chuckle half-snorted at he's friend's silly face. "I would have kicked your ass in a quirk combat".
"Yeah you might have!" Kirishima's smile grew wider, shining through the grey cloud's of Katsuki's mind. " You're strong!".
The ash-blond closed his eyes to stop looking at the other boy. He still needed the rain, he couldnt yet bare the sunshine. "Shitty-hair." but it was soft, just like the small smile forming on his lips. A ray or two managed to pierce through Bakugou's thunderous sky.
Most of the teenagers decided to shower at the locker rooms but Bakugou had left his fresh bandages in his room so he headed to the dorms. Clean and fresh, he quickly dis the homework.
He went to class A's salon and was pleased to find it empty. He picked up the novel he started and absorb himself in reading. He never was a bookworm but there wasn't much to do around.
The door cracked open. Bakugou came back to reality and looked at the intruder. It was Kirishima who popped his head through the door. "Here you are!" He entered.
The teen checked around suspiciously and closed the door under Katsuki's curious eyes. Kirishima unzipped the upper part of his overall and slid his hand inside, then, he pulled out a pack of chocolate biscuits.
The ash-blond couldn't help but smirk at his friend's suspect attitude.
"I got cookies!" Kirishima whispered excitedly, childish smill irratading joy. He dropped himself on the floor near Katsuki, opened the box and handed a packet to Bakugou.
The explosive boy took it and unwrapped the cookies. "Why are you sharing?" Kirishima shrugged in answer. "That's just what you're supposed to do?"
"What about your friends?" Katsuki smirked and bit into his cookie.
Kirishima smiled with mischief. "They wanted to hang out with the girls instead of helping me with math."
Bakugou couldn't help but chuckle at the other teen's face. "Are you bribing me?"
"Totally." Eijirou nodded, mouth covered with cookie crumbs.
"How come you have money for cookies?" "Hm. I'm an emancipated minor so I managed to negotiate with my lawyer to put some of my savings in the institute's account. Well, that's twenty bucks total so..." He gulped down another biscuit while Bakugou considered another aspect of his new friend.
"By the way!" Kirishima pulled out a sheet of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Bakugou. "I filled it up for you. How does maintenance with me and the boys sound ? You have to sign it, though."
Katsuki was surprised. He did tell him to do so, but he was sarcastic and hadn't expect the guy to go through with it. He hesitated for an instant but, after all, he needed the money. He unfolded the paper, read the few lines and signed at the bottom with the pen Kirishima handed him.
The red-head smiled at him and pulled out his notebooks on the coffee table. He hadn't really ask for help but Bakugou felt the guy needed help.
"Alright, what's your issue with Pythagore?" Katsuki asked
"Urgh. Everything."
They spent the next hour over Kirishima's terrible comprehension of maths. They even argued a little.
Other students of the class came and went in the salon, some finding the duo funny to watch. Kaminari and Sero also showed up, teasing Kirishima for being stupid. The red-head had his revenge when he announced Bakugou will be working with them. To wich the ash-blond yelled he wasn't difficult to work with and that if they had a problem with it they could fuck off.
Kaminari was surprised to see a friendship farming between the red-head ans the violent blond. But it somehow made sense.
Heeeere were are !
I hope you enjoyed it ! I did, and I am happy that now things are set up for the rest of the story !
Chapter 4 is written and oh I had so much fun with it ! I am going to start editing so you can have it soon !
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~MoyKun.