AFTER THAT SURPRISING REVELATION Saturday morning, everyone in Class 3-A was dying of curiosity about the real deal between two of their classmates. Although Bakugo specifically told Kirishima to forget what he overheard him and Midoriya talking about that morning, it was kinda hard not to considering it was such a big deal to everyone who didn't know they swing that way!

As usual Kirishima became the go-to person of everyone from their class, mainly because he was right there in the same room as Bakugo and Midoriya when it happened. But there was nothing more he could tell them that they don't already know since they were all witness to what happened that day.

"Gaaaah! This is annoying," hissed an irate Kirishima, hardening his right arm and hitting the boulder target during their practical training class as hard as he could.

"Then let it all out here then," encouraged Bakugo who was sending small fireball blasts at small moving targets near where Kirishima was training.

"Easy for you to say," he huffed, It's because of you that I'm irritated, he added mentally. He was debating on whether to bring the subject up with Bakugo or just let it drop; he did tell him to ignore and forget what he heard that day, and that was what he has been doing this past week and a half, but their classmates won't leave him alone.

"What did I ever do to you?" Bakugo snapped, his irritation irked because of Kirishima's tone he used on him.

"Nothing," Kirishima grumbled and continued hitting on the boulder in front of him. He just wanted to get this training class over and done with so he could go back to the dorm and lock himself in his room. He didn't want to be seen by any of their classmates and get interrogated again, especially since he and Bakugo were training near each other and are right now talking; they'd think they were discussing something that might help them figure out exactly how long Bakugo and Midoriya have been going out, which was ridiculous since Bakugo never once mentioned to him that he started dating already.

But then again he did ask him if he had been in a relationship before, which was odd but Kirishima shrugged it off as nothing because this was Bakugo they were talking about; that guy was a hothead who only has eyes for being the world's number one hero, surpassing All Might as well as the current number one Hero, Endeavour.

"You're beating the shit outta that boulder, it's gotta be something," Bakugo pointed out.

"It's got nothing to do with you so butt out," he snapped. He really didn't want to talk to him right now since he was the source of his headache and irritation at the moment.

None of their classmates believed him when he said he doesn't know what the real deal was with Bakugo and Midoriya other than that scandalizing comment Bakugo made at breakfast Saturday morning. But since he and Bakugo were close, everyone (it was just the girls really) assumed he was being a good pal and keeping Bakugo's secret, which was ridiculous 'coz there was no fucking secret to keep! At least, not from his part since Bakugo never really opened up to him.

"The hell it doesn't!" argued Bakugo and blasted his practice boulder before he could completely pulverize it.

"What the hell, man?" Kirishima snapped, shooting daggers at the person who ruined his practice.

"Looks like you're fired up for a damn fight, why not fight me instead of taking it out on that immovable object?" Bakugo offered, smirking that evil smirk of his whenever he was in the mood to bash someone's head because they were pissing him off.

"We were told to practice on our own not spar," Kirishima pointed out.

"Do I look like I care about that?" Bakugo scoffed. "It's boring and I'm really getting bored hitting those damn targets," he complained.

"I'd be a damn target too if we spar, numb nuts," Kirishima spat.

"True, but at least you're more of a challenge target than those bullseye one," Bakugo chuckled and started their sparring by throwing a small fireball right at his face.

Kirishima's reaction was quick and crossed his hardened arms to use as a shield against the surprise attack.

"Damn you," he hissed and even though he didn't want to, he got sucked in to sparring with Bakugo by charging towards the smug SOB who kept throwing his newly developed mini fireballs to fend him off.

Once he was close enough to land a hit, Kirishima didn't hesitate and surprised Bakugo with an uppercut, but it wasn't from his dominant arm that delivered the blow, which was all the more awesome when he saw the surprised look on his opponent's face right before he flew backwards from the impact of his hit.

"I see you've done some secret training," Bakugo wiggling his jaw a bit to shake off the sting of Kirishima's hit. He wasn't expecting the blow coming from his opponent's non-dominant arm, so when he dodged the hit he was anticipating he didn't think he'd have a head-on (or rather a jaw-on) collision with his other fist.

"We're third years already, and has faced one too many dangerous situations," Kirishima pointed out. Ever since their first year at UA High, their class has been through the ringer one too many times facing off dangerous villains that were always after them one way or the other.

Ever since that fateful day during their internship when he – along with Deku, Uravity and Froppy – were involved in taking down the Shie Hassaikai group, he has done a lot of private training after his ass was severely beaten, but at the same time he was pushed to his limit and surpassed what he initially thought was his limit.

"Tch, this should be interesting," Bakugo chuckled and pushed himself up and took a fighting stance.

"I really don't want to spar right now," Kirishima insisted, but he knew that plea just fell into deaf ears. Bakugo was all fired up ready to duke it out with him, and everyone else was busy training on their own to actually jump in and join this mock fight.

"Too bad, Shitty Hair, you just lit a fire in me after that attack."

"That wasn't my intention, Jerkwad. I just want to practice in peace so leave me alone," he turned his back on Bakugo and headed to where Cementoss was standing. He'd ask their instructor to make him some more of those boulders to beat the shit out of since Bakugo destroyed the last one he was using to chip away at.

He didn't get very far before he found himself flying forward and landing on his front. He was hit by a not-so-tiny fireball from behind and he knew exactly who the damn culprit was. It was very underhanded – and childish – of him, but he got the end result he was hoping for.

Kirishima jumped back to his feet and went for an angry and annoyed attack without really thinking up a plan on how to win this fight. He wasn't in the mood already and Bakugo was being annoying, and now he went and purposely hit him and that just sent him off the rail.

Bakugo was proud of pushing Kirishima's buttons. He didn't like it that he was looking seriously pissed and not telling him what it was that was bothering him. They've been through a lot, and although they never had that kinda relationship where they shared everything with each other, he at least hoped that they'd bonded enough for him to feel relaxed about sharing with him what was wrong.

He reverted from using his quirk to dealing with Kirishima's attack hand-to-hand. From time to time he'd use a bit of his quirk to push him off because seriously, he'd be crushed to a pulp if his arm or leg or heck, his whole body landed a hit on his person!

"What the fuck's wrong with you, huh?" Kirishima demanded, kicking and punching him so damn fast Bakugo didn't have time to use his quirk to aim a hit at him.

"What the fuck's wrong with you," Bakugo countered, finding an opening and aimed a jab at his opponent's ribcage, but Kirishima knew what he was about to do and hardened that part of his person, making Bakugo wince when his fist made contact with rock.

"I told you there's nothing wrong with me," he insisted.

"That's bullshit and you know it," Bakugo argued.

"This is bullshit," Kirishima hissed, dropping down and sticking his leg out to swipe underneath his opponent.

Bakugo wasn't fast enough to jump away and his heel was hit by Kirishima's foot, causing him to lose balance and fall on his back. Kirishima didn't lose momentum and jump on his fallen opponent, straddling his abdomen and his right arm pulled back ready to land the finishing blow but halted when they heard Midoriya yelling at them to stop on top of Iida's yelling.

Kirishima was pulled off Bakugo by Kaminari and Sato, while Bakugo was pulled up to his feet by Midoriya and Iida.

"What the hell's wrong with you two?" demanded Iida, glaring at he blond and redhead. "We're supposed to be doing solo training, not beat the shit out of each other!"

"We are training," insisted Bakugo.

"That wasn't what we were told," argued Iida.

"Solo training's boring," spat Bakugo.

"It didn't look like you guys were sparring," Midoriya pointed out.

"Yeah, man. I thought Kirishima's gonna bust Bakugo's head," Kaminari piped in.

"Because of what you guys did, you're both being sent to the teacher's office," Yaoyorozu informed the two sparring students.

"But we weren't fighting!" argued Bakugo, "Tell him, Shithead!" he ordered his sparring partner who kept himself quiet since their training was interrupted.

"I was training by myself," Kirishima huffed.

"Why you—" Bakugo's tirade was cut off when Iida raised his hand to silence him.

"I don't care about your reasons, but you two disrupted the class and now you're both being summoned to the teacher's office by Mr. Aizawa. Now hurry along and report to him immediately," he ordered and gave a staccato chop-chop clap to let both boys know he meant for them to leave immediately.

AIZAWA, AKA ERASER HEAD and Class 3-A's Homeroom teacher, chewed both Bakugo and Kirishima out for not following instructions and starting a sparring fight that disrupted the class. As punishment for what they did, both were assigned to clean up after every training class for two weeks on top of cleaning up their dorm's common area.

Kirishima was not too happy about being dragged into this punishment all because his idiotic friend wouldn't leave him alone.

"You should be the only one receiving this punishment. Why did I have to be blamed for something you fucking started," Kirishima was mumbling under his breath as they walked back to the locker room to get changed back to their uniform and head back to the dorm.

"I wouldn't have dragged your gloomy ass into this if you'd just told me what the fuck's the matter with you," Bakugo huffed as he changed out of his hero costume.

Kirishima stopped putting on his top and glared at the blond. "I told you it has nothing to do with you and to leave me alone," he reminded him.

"I know, dammit!" Bakugo hissed and stalked angrily to where Kirishima stood in front of his open locker. He grabbed the open locker door and braced his other hand against the closed locker door on the other side, trapping Kirishima between him and his open locker.

"If you know then why the fuck did you insist on getting on my damn case?!" He yelled, his annoyance bubbling up and he was ready to explode.

"Because I don't like seeing you depressed and shit," Bakugo admitted, his voice softening and the tension on his arms loosening and his shoulders dropped.

"Can't a person have a bad day, huh?"

"I know people get bad days. Heck, I get a shitton of bad days on a weekly basis."

"So why were you on my case then?" he demanded.

"Because."

"Because?"

"Because it's not like you to wear that shitty look on your face, that's why!" Bakugo snapped, his hand gripping the open locker door tight and if he used his quirk he might melt the metal if he won't let up his hold.

Kirishima was confused by his answer.

"Everybody's got shitty days and wears shitty expressions when they're having a shitty time all around," he pointed out.

"I know," the blond growled, dropping his gaze down to look somewhere between his nose and neck. "I'm the only one who's supposed to have that permanent look of hating the whole damn world on his face, not you."

"What the fuck are you saying, man?" Kirishima can't believe he was hearing this. This was a side of Bakugo he wasn't familiar with, and it was...he wasn't sure exactly how he felt seeing this side. Was this a side of his that he shows to Midoriya?

He didn't like that thought. The moment the thought entered his mind his chest started to feel tight and his anger that he thought ebbed out started to resurface once again. It was the same irritation that kept bubbling up inside him whenever their classmates asked him about Bakugo and Midoriya's relationship.

"I'm saying...fuck," Bakugo hung his head forward and dropped his hands arms on his sides. He took a deep breath and a step back before raising his head and met Kirishima's confused eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, if you need to unload then don't hesitate to talk to me," he offered, breaking into a slow, uncertain smile that was really not like him at all.

BA-DMP! BA-DMP! BA-DMP! BA-DMP! BA-DMP!

Holy shit, what the hell was going on with his erratic heartbeat? Get that stupid look off your damn face, McSplodey! Kirishima wanted to yell at his friend, but the words were caught in his throat and won't come out. His thoughts were being drowned out by the increasing beat of his damn heart.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! If you're reading this part, then I thank you for taking the time to read what I have written here so far. It took me a while to finalize how I want this chapter to turn out, but in the end I'm happy with where my muse took me. What do you think of the chapters so far? Let me know in the comments what you think, thanks!