Hey guys! I know it's been a very long time but I finally got inspired to start writing fan fics again! Sorry for the wait for some of you who really like my stories. I mostly stopped because of school but now I've hit a point in my college life where I feel like I can write again. This is a Bakugou and Kirishima story. There will be strong language, trigger scenes (for some) and (later) sexual themes. You have been warned! I do not own MHA nor the characters used. Please enjoy.

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8.27

This is going to be rough

This is going to be hard, take a lot of time, and it will be painful, no doubt about it. These are all just things we must go through and I will be as mighty as ever! Things will turn out differently than I had even ever dreamt of! People will think I'm cool, they'll think I'm interesting, they'll turn their head and just smile right at me... How stupid… I talk a big game but never play, who am I kidding- damn… she was right, I can't be unrealistically positive or else everything will cave in on me fast. It can't happen again. So just have a good day, maybe talk to someone new. At least try, and look hopeful.

Kirishima shut his notebook, placing it close to his chest, took a great big sigh and closed his eyes. And he wasn't going to open them until he saw white specks float all around his eyeballs. It was his first day back to school, but not at his school. No, they knew too much about Kirishima for him to ever go back and become a normal young man. It took sometime but his mother found a small, cheap apartment, easy enough 16 year old to manage in Musutafu. A school far far far from home. A fresh start, a start that was hard for Kirishima to believe that he fully deserved. He'd think about people who he never knew but had to have existed who were worse off than he was. Worse off in ways that he could never imagine… but that was himself telling him all these things. Of course no one ever agreed with Kirishima, but it was how his brain worked, sadly. The white dots started to show in the darkness, so Kirishima opened his eyes, got up, and walked to the close mirror in the hallway his mother had hung up.

Smile! You'll feel so much better about yourself, baby boy!

So Kirishima did, he looked down at his reflections' mouth and awkwardly gave a sharp toothy grin. For a second, it did actually make him feel good, the smile started to contort to a more perfect curve. Cheeks ample and turning red, he looked up at his dark hair, a tanish skin but then he looked at himself in the eyes, it quickly fleeted, he slouched his shoulders and rolled his eyes. He started walking away from the reflection and going towards his shoes. He slipped them on and grabbed his backpack, placing the notebook inside and keys. He grabbed his pass for the new train he was going to ride. And over and over in Kirishima's head, he repeated the train changed he went through. Get on the bus first, then the train with the blue strip Ma showed you on the first day here. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"I feel like I'm about to go on a roller coaster."

He mumbled to himself. He thought it was such a lame motivational speech. But he opened up the door, locked it, and he was on his way. His stomach felt upset. He forgot to eat breakfast.

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Kirishima was sitting on the bus, no one on either side of him which made him antsy. He didn't have headphones in, his legs only slightly spread and hands in his lap. He tried to keep a soft look on his face, but he must not have succeeded in that. Kirishima thought he did everything to look approachable, but he still saw a young lady choosing to stand up while reading a book. He must be failing, somehow.

"Hey! This seat taken?"

Maybe not.

Kirishima's eyes brightened up and looked up at the loud voice that approached him. A very cute boy, about his age, blonde hair with an edgy black streak in his hair, smile sweet as candy with an energy that would give you vibrations if he was anywhere close to you. Kirishima swallowed and nodded his head fast, eagerly, more eager than he wanted.

"Cool, thanks," he said and plopped next to Kirishima, "You have a UA uniform on like me. I never see any UA student on this train before. Most of them live within walking distance. It's a big school but this is a small train."

"I'm new, this is actually my first day."

"Really?! Oh, you'll really like it, at first I was kinda iffy about it when I started with how huge it is but after awhile it's really easy to make friends and there are tons of clubs to join and-"

The blonde boy kept speaking rapidly and jumping from one subject to another. Kirishima's eyes started to get wider, the words started to jumble together. It was starting to become a little overwhelming as Kirishima kept seeing his lips move. He pierced his bottom lip, and his cheeks turned red. He tensed up his shoulders and gathered all the courage.

"My name is Kirishima Eijiro, it's very nice to meet you! What's your name?!"

The boy stopped talking. Kirishima didn't look around the train because he already knew some were looking at him. But that would only be brief, but he kept his eyes closed. There was a quiet pause, he hoped that his volume wasn't loud enough to make the blonde boy scurry away. Kirishima started to heat laughter, he peeked open one eye and saw the young man rubbed the back of his head.

"Ha! I'm so sorry, I'm always so bad at these kinds of things. Sometimes I'm just a dumbass you know? Let's start over, yeah?" The boy moved his hand in front of Kirishima, right by his nose, "I'm Kaminari Denki and it's very nice to meet you, Kirishima."

That smile again. Even after that awkward interruption, Kaminari held out his hand, sported some juvenile dialogue before a proper introduction. Kirishima grabbed Kaminari's hand, tight enough to engage and shook.

"Likewise, Kaminari." Kirishima said and smiled at him. Trying to mimic the same energy Kaminari gave out. Utterly failing.

"Whoa! Look at the chops on you! How cool," Kaminari said, leaning in close to Kirishima. He flinched, but not enough to give the idea he was uncomfortable, "How'd ya get teeth like that?"

Kirishima let out a breathy laugh, "Uh ... from my mama? Everyone tells us we got the same smile."

"Hehe, that's a good one. It makes you look so tough… actually, there's lots of cool stuff about you. Like that scar on your eye," Kaminari pointed at the small triangle above his eye, "and I like your hair too. You're very manly looking."

"Oh… well thanks…"

Of course Kirishima wasn't going to tell Kaminari that he took none of that as a real compliment. He wasn't going to open his mouth and say he hated his jagged teeth, that his scar was gross and that he absolutely wasn't going to say that he thought his hair wasn't anywhere close to nice. So instead he lied, and let Kaminari nod happily, letting him feel like he did something nice. Kirishima wanted to be nowhere close to manly, physically.

Kaminari pulled out his phone and headphones, tangled up from his pocket.

"You ever watch any of those superhero shows?" Kaminari asked, looking up something on his phone.

"Only when I was younger. As of late I haven't been keeping up with any of them."

"I love them! I watch at least one episode of The Powers every morning on the train, it's always so dramatic and action packed. The actor who plays All Might in it is actually one of my friends step dad. How neat is that huh? It's almost like I know a famous person."

"I've heard of that guy before, that show must be really popular. Wow, I've never known anyone like that before, let alone met them and stuff. Does um, does he go to UA too? You're friend?"

"Yeah, he's really nice, I'll introduce you once we get there. What homeroom are you in?"

"Umm…. wait a sec, I know I wrote it down here," Kirishima unzipped his backpack and pulled out his journal. Kaminari leaned over his shoulder as Kirishima looked. Flipping through it cautiously, not to give anything away about himself yet, "Ah! Yeah, 1-A. Sorry about that, I forget about things really easy sometimes." Lies. He wanted to make sure that he was right.

"1-A. I'll be damned, that's my class!" Kaminari disregarded that whole forgetfulness, which comforted Kirishima, "That's great, you'll meet all the coolest people in the whole school."

"Really? What a coincidence… Lucky almost."

Kirishima looked down at his shoes. Brand new sneakers, school shoes (also new) buried in his backpack somewhere. Why was it easy? It's never been this easy before so why now? How unfair he'd have to wait so long for something like this to finally happen. This made him worried, this would make the fall harder once everyone would inevitably figure out that he wasn't right. Kirishima clenched his pants and felt fearful. Kaminari leaned over and held out an earbud in front of him.

"You wanna watch an episode with me?"

What the hell.

For now, while everything was smooth, why not pretend? Keep the sky as clear as possible before a rain cloud pops up. Kirishima grabbed the earbud and nodded. Kaminari moved closer and held his phone in between them. It would be 15 minutes until they would arrive at school. Kaminari pressed play on the video and the intro began to play. Kirishima thought about how he'd begin his next journal entry.

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"My name is Kirishima Eijiro. It's very nice to meet all of you."

He curled his lips up, smiling without showing teeth. He didn't want another incident like this morning. He saw Kaminari give him a thumbs up, Kirishima now believed that somehow Kaminari will be his best friend. He then believed that he was jumping to conclusions too quickly as he stood in front of the classroom. He only made eye contact with Kaminari and the few other friends he got introduced to, in a hurry, he felt, by Kaminari.

The teacher, Mr Aizawa, nodded, pleased with his new student's fair introduction. Mr Aizawa had a typical look of a homeless man. Scraggly black hair, unshaven chin, wrinkled shirt and the look of sorrow just for being alive in his face. Kirishima though he was the definition of 'couldn't care less' personified into a living being. Kirishima only wished to be at that level of not giving a fuck. Maybe then he wouldn't worry about an introduction he had just done.

"Thank you, Kirishima,"Mr Aizawa said, the only reason was because as a teacher he was obligated to act like he cared more than he did, "You can have a seat over by….. Wait, is Bakugo not here again?"

Kirishima noticed that now he was being ignored. He must not have been of any importance anymore, at least that's what Kirishima thought. He saw a few other students turn his head, including Kaminari who seemed to have been sitting right by the empty desk this whole time. Two being both Kamira's good friends. A bubble gum pink haired girl named Mina who seemed just as much of an air head as Kaminari, and a tall boy named Sero to be one of the smarter ones out of the group.

"Damn…. That's the second day in a row…"

Kirishima would be the only one in the class to have ever heard that from Mr Aizawa. He was too far from the other students at his desk, and he spoke so quietly under his breath no one would ever know. He did it quietly because he didn't want his others to know he would hate to do such a thing because it would take a lot of effort on his part and that's not really his thing.

"You can sit down, Kirishima. There's an open desk in front for you." Mr Aizawa said, much louder this time.

"Yes, sir."

Kirishima started to walk towards the desk. It seemed to be in front of the missing seat. Maybe it was good that this Bakugou wasn't in class today. Kirishima wouldn't be worried if they couldn't see behind his head, or hated his new cologne, or even think for a moment that they would never want to work with Kirishima in a project ever. Kirishima closed his eyes and sighed. He was already making up assumptions from a person who wasn't even there. And that's actually why that maybe good turned into a stupid idea.

"Alright everyone," Mr Aizawa announced, choosing not to stand up from his chair. He pulled out a stack of books and dropped them loudly on the desk, "Iida pass out the work books please. We'll go over last week's homework. Kirishima, I guess you can look over Bakugo's work to help you familiarize with what you'll be learning."

Too lax to even worry about Kirishima learning anything today. Kirishima simply nodded, as the tall, broad, overwhelming, overbearing personality known as Iida handed him the workbook with this so-called-Bakugou. He tried to take it out of Iida's hand but there was some pull, forcing Kirishima to look up at him. Such a serious face he saw looking down at him, his glasses seemed to gleam.

"Don't think about changing these answers,"Iida said, knowing full well that Mr Aizawa already graded these already. Probably the hour before school, "I'm not saying I don't trust you. I just want you to know you wouldn't be able to do it even if you tried."

Ah yes, the perfect test.

"Thanks for the warning. Appreciate it."

Iida finally let up and continued up the rows until everyone had their assigned booklet. On the front of Kirishima's book it was titled, Bakugou Katsuki. Mr Aizawa, only forced to stand up because the chalk was too far from his desk, he began to write out a problem on the board.

"If you will turn to page 142 in your books, I'm going to go over the questions most of the class missed."

A sheepish groan came from both Mina and Kaminari. Kirishima assumed that they must have missed a good portion of the questions. A young girl who Kaminari introduced as Jiro snickered, she got a laugh out of others dumb mistakes. He turned to the assigned page in the book. He tilted his head, and saw that there were no marks on the page. Only a sloppy 100 written on the top corner of the page. It couldn't have been that easy if Mr Aizawa had to go over a good amount of questions. As Mr Aizawa's voice drained on and the few pencil scratching notes, Kirishima decided to turn a few pages back. Looking at an older page, seeing the identical 100 at the top. After that page, another. And another. A 98 on the next. Another 100. It went on like this for the rest of the work book. All the way from the first assignment, which, unless Bakugou learned about how to solve these problems before coming to this class, was pretty much impossible. At least, Kirishima thought. He also thought about how intimidating it would be to be that smart. And how frightening to would be once this person was sitting behind him.

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School seemed to be much long when there was nothing really to learn there. Kirishima thought that maybe in the near future, once everyone had gotten used to the fact the he will be sitting in the same seat, at the same time tomorrow, and maybe then he will learn something to make the day go by faster. He gripped his backpack straps tightly as he walked out of the school with Kaminari by his side. He was sure that Kaminari must have walked home with more familiar people than Kirishima. With the approachable look he had made him a gem, Kirishima knew he only did it out of niceness. Or the fact they took the same train home. Or the fact Kaminari was the slowest packer out of all the students, and Kirsihima was willing to wait on him.

"So first day, huh? Wasn't too hard for ya was it?" Kaminari asked.

"No, but it's not supposed to be hard right? It's the rest of the year that's supposed to be tough."

Too pessimistic, but Kaminari giggled anyway.

"I guess you're right but hey," Kaminari opened the door, holding it for Kirishima, "Can't hurt to ask."

Kirishima didn't reply. He felt a knot began to swell up in his chest, his nose tickled like he needed to sneeze but knew he wouldn't. His fingers locked up due to him holding his straps too tightly. He wanted to say something before Kaminari would gasp to take a breath before speaking again. He stayed quiet as he thought about what he wanted to say.

"So-"

"Hey, do you think maybe you, or like, a friend would want to come over to my place?" Kirishima quickly, hoping it wasn't his second rude interruption. But they stopped walking, "I mean, it's not like my ma is there, it would be pretty cool to have someone over for the first time without a parent. I wouldn't even mind if you weren't there, I can entertain.I have Netflix, we could watch that show you let me watch earlier, it seemed cool. Maybe invite your friend Izuku with the famous da-"

"I'd love to but I can't," Kaminari said before Kirishima could embarrass himself anymore. Flashing a small smile, "I already made plans with my boyfriend."

"You can bring him along too. I have lots of snacks, enough for a ton of people." He kept trying to persuade. Trying too hard.

"I'm sorry Kirishima but… Me and Shinso aren't exactly going to do very guest-like things if you know what I'm saying. On Friday's his parents are out and that's when we… You know."

"Make out?"

"Hehe! Yeah, and other things. Hmm, I'd give you Mina and Sero's number but, they have a study group with Yaoyorozu and wouldn't dare to pick up. And Jiro plays in the music club after school… No they'd all be busy on a Friday," Kaminari rubbed his chin and hummed softly before snapping his fingers, "I got it. Bakugou is one of my close-knit friends, he's always free no matter what. I know that much."

"Bakugou? Bakugou Katsuki? The one who didn't show up to class?"

"He might not show up to class but he always shows up to school."

Kirishima furrowed his brow, "I don't quite understand. Why show up to school when you don't show up to class?"

"He's a complicated guy," Kaminari's phone began to buzz. Kaminari already knew who it was, so he began to rush himself, "Um you're going to walk up the stairs pass the cafeteria okay? It's a bit of a walk but you're going to want to go all the way up to the roof. That's where he'll be."

"Why would he be up there? How do you know he's there?"

"Like I said, complicated. And if he's not in class on a school day, thats where he goes," Kaminari checked his phone and started to type out a message No more eye contact, "Sorry, I gotta get going," Kaminari started to shake his phone and walk away "Oh, and he'll probably be really pissed off when he sees you come up there, just a warning."

"Pissed?!" Kirishima shouted as Kaminari walked off, "Should I still go up there if he's just going to be mad?!"

"If you want company he's your best bet! I'll see you tomorrow, Kirishima!"

Kaminari waved, as if he were setting sail to another island instead of the bus. Kirishima shyly waved back. He wished he could make such a strong impact like that. Kirishima wished a whole lot of things that he knows, will probably never happen for him. Kirishima watched until Kaminari became a small, blurry ball in the distance and turned back towards the school, entering it once more. This time with his own direction, and an idea of where he was going.

Pass the cafeteria, up the stairs all the way to the top. How dumb.

Dumb because someone who wouldn't come to class, but would come to school anyway, was a real asshole. But also one of the powerfullest moves Kirishima had ever heard of. He halfway hoped that once he climbed up those stairs that Bakugou would have enough of that to share. That he would pull off a piece of his stomach, finally Kirishima would really have some guts and be able to use them. It was quiet in the halls. Peaceful, bringing back the silent nights while staying up late in the hospital. Since he was meek, and not rambunctious like the others, he could stay up silently with knitting nurses. Watching long movies with too many commercial breaks. The blue lights reflecting on his face, and soft pajama bottoms for his hands to nestle in. Sometimes he wished those nights would never end there. Some days he wished he never made it to the night.

Kirishima shook his head and noticed that somehow while lost in thought he made it to the stairs and began to stomp up them. He needed to shake those memories. Because we live in the present, while he lives in the past. No one wants to be left in the past, just to never change again. That would be absolutely terrifying. As Kirishima went up the stairs, he really wished that Kaminari would have pointed him towards an elevator than stairs. He's not the brightest but he was the most conscious. Kirishima's lips parted, as his breathing became harder. He wouldn't pant, that would be embarrassing even when no one was here, Kirishima would know it happened. It didn't take too much longer to reach a door with a sign that said Staff Only.

Another asshole move, but another power move. Kirishima didn't know if he already hated, or loved this guy. His hand snaked around the metal, it was cool to the touch. No stiffness but his hand wouldn't turn. He was worried. Worried that this was all a mistake, and if it was, he'd have to call his mother, and tell her that he wanted to fall off the face of the Earth. That it's actually much harder to meet people and not completely hate yourself and worry about every move. If that happened, Kirishima would land right back into the past. Kirishima's lips tended up, he breathed heavily through his nose and flung open the door.

He stood in the doorway. His black bangs began to lift as a breeze came by. The smell of cigarette smoke brushed under his nostrils. His face felt hot because he knew he should have opened the door much quicker, mostly due to the pale blonde figure in front of him. He stood mighty, right on the edge of the roof. He had done this before, never fearing falling because of the nerves-of-steel he must have been born with. He finally turned his head back at Kirishima. If looks could kill, Kirishima would be dead in his shoes. A cigarette hanging between his lips, soon his teeth would clench the filter. Red eyes the color of cherry, a color you could pluck and eat, creamy skin with a milky dew, and a body that would never budge. Kirishima had never seen anyone more terrifying in his life.

Kirishima tensed up immediately, cat had his tongue tight. After a moment, Bakugou raised an eyebrow, he took a drag of his cigarette and afterwards ashed it.

"Who the hell are you, huh?"

Voice like thunder, clapping against Kirishima's ears. Kirishima licked his lips.

"Are you… Bakugo Katsuki?"

"I asked who you were, not if you knew me. Tell me, dammit, before you ask any questions."

"I'm um… I'm Kirishima Eijiro. I'm the new student in your class. You are in 1-A, right?" Kirishima said, noticing that Bakugou gave no reaction to what he said. The introduction didn't help, "I'm a new friend of Kaminari. He told me you'd be up here."

Bakugou clicked his tongue, "That dumbass. Well, he wasted his time with sending a complete stranger to tell me to stop smoking and being up here. Tell him I'm not bitin'."

"Oh, no, no, he doesn't want you to come down or stop smoking or anything like that. He actually left for the train not too long ago. I… wanted to meet you kinda," Kirishima leaned his body over and pointed to Bakugou's cigarette, "Do you have any of those to s-share?"

Bakugou's top lip pulled up, eyebrows raised, "I don't even know you. What would make you think I would I want to meet someone new? Are you stupid or somethin'?"

"Kaminari said you're always available," Kirishima dropped his backpack as if he was going to stay awhile on the pavement of the roof and walked towards Bakugou, "Can I get one?"

"You've just met me, and now you want to ask me for my things? Bold of you." Bakugou sneered.

"Thank you," Kirishima breathed out. That was the nicest thing anyone had told him in a while, "Are you going to let me bum one or not? Cigarettes are for sharing, that's why they give you more than one."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and dug into his deep pockets. He pulled out his pack and tossed it much harder than he had to. Kirishima stumbled with catching the pack, probably losing that bold not-complement earlier. He flipped open the flap, half of the pack was empty, a lighter tucked away in the corner.

"Only take one. You take two, you die. And don't stay up here long."

Kirishima stuck a cigarette between his lips, he flicked the lighter a few times till a flame would appear. He breathed in and took a smooth drag. He hummed softly, it felt so good. He breathed out, letting a quiet sigh go. Bakugou looked at him like a crazy person for feeling such a way for smoking. He rubbed the back of his neck and started to walk closer towards Bakugou.

"I haven't had one in awhile. I forgot how good these tasted. " Kirishima held out the pack. Bakugou sat on the edge of the building, feet dangling, "Here. And thanks."

Bakugo took his pack and shoved it back in his pocket. Kirishima knew that Bakugou wouldn't say 'you're welcome', "Why haven't you had one in awhile?"

Kirishima sat down as well. Not off the edge like Bakugou, "I'm not the place where I used to smoke a lot."

"Where were you?"

"Somewhere I no longer want to ever go again."

"Tsk, what a shit answer," Bakugou muttered under his breath and took another drag, "Is that why you ended up here?"

"Yeah…" Kirishima said, he inhaled more smoke and breathed out through his nose.

Kirishima started to feel more looser. It might have been the nicotine and the memories it brought back to him. Times when, in the situation he was in, he was the most stable out of the group. Maybe Bakugou did give him a small piece of his intestine while he wasn't looking.

"Do you want to hang out at my place?" Kirishima asked.

"What would make you think I'd waste anytime with you?"

"Cause you have nothing better to do."

Bakugou blankly stared off, Kirishima almost wanted to find what guided his eyes into space. But the answer was nothing, there was no focus out there with all those buildings and little people on the street. Because Kirishima was right. Why go to class when you already know all the answers if there was no challenge? But really, why go to school? Because there's nowhere else to be. Kirishima made his own power move and it filled him with joy.

"How far?"

"Twenty minutes by train and bus."

"Train?"

"Train."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and groaned. Kirishima exhaled smoke.

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"I won't repeat myself. Don't push it."

"Okay."

They smoked two more cigarettes before leaving even though Bakugou mentioned Kirishima could only have one. It was quiet, which was rather funny. No conversation. It was a scene that made the two feel a certain way. Neither one of them could read how they felt about it, though.