Author's note : First fic for the fandom, please enjoy~

Pairing(s) : Kirishima x Bakugou

Warning : Yaoi(boyxboy), grammar and spelling errors

Disclaimer : I don't own BnHA/MHA

Bakugou dashed out of the school as fast as possible with loud stomping. He might have bumped into someone on the way. And people might have stared at him weirdly since he was still beet red all over his face. But Bakugou couldn't care less. His mind was filled with nothing but a certain redhead.

Before he could realize it, the blonde boy had arrived in front of his own house. He was busy cursing under his breath. Didn't even look at the street properly. It's a miracle actually that he made his way home safely. But Bakugou wouldn't call it that. He was confident enough in himself that he would have made it without the help of th so-called 'miracle'.

A woman in her thirties came out of the front door of the Bakugou's. Same ash blonde hair and red eyes as Bakugou. She looked so identical with the boy as if they were created from the same mould. Except for the difference in gender and age.

"Oh, hey punk! Yer late today. What's up?" said the woman in the exact same manners as Bakugou Katsuki.

Katsuki looked up. He was suddenly reminded of what had happened earlier in the classroom when the question registered his mind. His face could turn red again, but he managed to suppress it somehow.

"It's nothing, old hag! Don't bother to ask!"

That was the usual conversation between them. Well, it wasn't exactly normal for a mother and son, but at least it wasn't something outrageous in the Bakugou family. Yet Katsuki himself added more emotion in his words as the current state of his mind had made him to do so. Which for god-knows-why reason was noticed by his mother, Bakugou Mitsuki.

"Hey, fuckin' brat! What's with the attitude?" Mitsuki grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt collar when Katsuki tried to walk past her.

"What the hell, bitch?! Let go!" Katsuki screamed as he struggled to free himself from her.

"No fucking way! Not until I beat the shit outta you for yer attitude!" Mitsuki shouted back as a response.

A smack landed on Katsuki's head as soon as Mitsuki finished talking.

"Ow! Quit hittin' me, you ugly bitch!" he shielded his head with a hand in case Mitsuki decided to land another hit.

"Shut up, asshole! Fucking answer your parents properly when yer asked something!"

Katsuki was about to exclaim back when the front door opened again in a creak. Showing a man in his fourties standing there by the door. A worried look plastered on his face.

Both the mother and the son turned to the newcomer. Then simultaneously barked, "What?"

The light-haired man break in sweat, then awkwardly uttered, "C'mon, you two... Stop yelling like that in front of the house. You're bothering the neighbour."

"Who gives a fuck?" Katsuki hissed. Letting his guard down for a moment just to regret it immediately. Mitsuki smacked him again on the head once his hand left the spot.

"Well, I do! Now get in the house, you piece of shit!" Mitsuki released her grip on the boy's shirt and proceeded to push him on the back. Trying to shove her son inside the house.

Unfortunately, Katsuki had inherited Mitsuki's genes way too much for him to obediently listen to his mother. Katsuki turned around, facing Mitsuki head on. "Cut it out already, friggin' old hag! Don't fucking order me around!"

"How about you shut the hell up already? I have the righ to order your pathetic ass around, so what?!"

The light-haired man, Bakugou Masaru, who's almost forgotten by the two, tried to speak up once again. "Now, you two really have to stop this―"

"Stay outta this, shitty dad!" Masaru was soon cut off by his own son without the chance of finishing his sentence.

Another smack. "That's why I told you to fucking watch your attitude, Katsuki!"

"You're one to talk, old hag!"

"Huh?! Don't you dare pickin' a fight with your mum!"

"You started this shit, bitch!"

"I'm just trying to discipline you, punk!"

The fight went on for a good half an hour. They finally stopped only when Masaru suggested pizza as a dinner. Since Mitsuki cancelled her shopping to start an argument with her son. And it's getting too late to start cooking then. Besides, argument takes up energy. Both of them were starving already and their stomach would have growled loudly to shut them up. If not for Masaru's interruption.

Katsuki laid on his bed, unmoving with his towel still around still around his neck after bath. His usual routine would have him do some work-out before bath, but he didn't for that day. Not because he's exhausted. Someone like Bakugou Katsuki doesn't get that easily tired just from a regular training at school, or from a daily argument thing with his mum. Just, he's not in the mood to. Yeah, that sounds about right.

As for the reason why, it's none other than that. That freakin' kiss from Kirishima Eijirou, the hair-for-brain bastard. Deep down inside, Katsuki is aware that he shouldn't fuss over petty things such as kisses. (Well, doesn't mean that people could do as they like.) Though he just couldn't help but think about it.

Katsuki is actually relieved that he argued with his mom earlier. At least it kinda helped distracting him from thinking too much about the incident. Too bad for him though, once he calmed down, the thought gradually came back to mind.

What was that about, he wondered. Why'd the bastard kiss him? Is Kirishima gay or something? Well, Katsuki ain't have any problem with homosexual people. Or rather he doesn't give a shit about what others' sexual interests are. Why should he even cares about what people get it up for? It's their own damn business.

The real question is, why him? Why not the others? There're plenty of dudes around for Kirishima to pick. The pikachu, soy sauce face, hell there's even the good-looking half-and-half bastard, Todoroki Shouto for fuck's sake. Class 1-A has guys outnumbering girls. So, why the hell should it be Katsuki of all people?

What bothered him even more than Kirishima's choice was his own feelings toward the kiss. Normally any guy would be disgusted. Katsuki might be an exception for that since he gives no shit about homos. His was a totally different feelings. Then he was suddenly reminded of a similar incident happened in the past.

There was a girl named Shiratori in middle school who was pretty close to him. Some courage she had. If Katsuki were to compare, she's just one-level below Ashido Mina, the black-eyes, for being energetic. And fucking loud of course.

Katsuki's mostly annoyed by her clinging around, but didn't really feel the necessity to shove her away. He admitted that he was getting quite comfortable around her, when something happened and everything changed. Apparently she thought that she was at a safe enough distance already. So she tried to take a step forward and kissed Katsuki.

In that instance, the comfort zone he thought he was in, disappeared immediately. He was really pissed off. Was mad. For her action. Because he thought that she had infiltrated his personal space. She had crossed the line Katsuki had yet to allow her to do. More like would never allow her to now that she had done it without his consent. Maybe, just maybe, if she had waited for long enough, things would be different.

His reaction was priceless. He pushed her away, spouting tons of hurtful words. Pretty much rejected her harshly. Of course that did a toll on her to the point she stopped talking to Katsuki. Then in less than a month, she had moved away from their school in order to avoid him. That was one thing in Katsuki's life which he regretted. Though he wouldn't say it out loud. He was such a kid back then.

Katsuki swore that he almost did the same to Kirishima that day. But he didn't go as far. He wouldn't anyway. Not just because he has matured since then. But also because this time, he felt differently.

He didn't feel as worse as how he used to be. Instead, it was unexpectedly amusing. But he couldn't say for sure that he enjoyed it. Neither did he hate it. It's something in between.

Out of panic was the reason he ran away from Kirishima. And that was one of the lamest thing Katsuki had done. But what could he had done if he had stayed? History will just be repeated. Never in hell would he want to see that hurt face again. Not Kirishima's. He wouldn't want to wipe away that enchanting smile from the redhead's face. Uh, wait... did Katsuki just think of Kirishima's smile as 'enchanting'?! No, no, no. He must've gone nuts for thinking too much. What the hell? He doesn't look at Kirishima that way. He doesn't look at anyone that way.

"Argh!" Katsuki growled as he ruffled his hair in distress. He then sat up on his bed. Grabbed his phone which he tossed somewhere also on the bed. Turned it on and checked on his mails. Though he obviously knew that no one in particular would send him any. He still did it anyway. None, as expected. Not even a casual invitation from Kirishima to hang out.

Seconds later, Katsuki frowned in realization. Why was he thinking about hair-for-brain bastard again? Fuck, what's gotten into him?

To clear his mind, the boy decided to maybe do some work-out after all. But first, he needed water. So he went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen. Just a few steps away, when Katsuki overheard his parents' conversation.

"I know he's wrong, Mitsuki. But, you shouldn't be too hard on Katsuki. He's still a growing teen." Said Masaru. Tone clearly in concern.

"Y'know, honey? I'm just tryin' to understand that little shit."

Katsuki's red orbs widened when he heard his mother's words.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you see that? He was clearly feeling down." Mitsuki sounded unusually calm.

"Well, all I see was him screaming his lungs out towards you?"

"I guess so, huh." Mitsuki chuckled. "But what I mean is before that. You see, our Katsuki doesn't talk much about himself. As a parent, I can get him more or less. Especially how he resembles me so much. Still, I can't understand him completely, can I?"

"Mitsuki..."

"I know it ain't easy for a teenage boy with such ego like him to tell us things. Even so, I'd want him to at least talk to us when he's troubled. It's not healthy for his growth either if he always kept it by himself."

"So, you're just worried about our son, aren't you?"

Mitsuki sighed. "What else can I say if not for that?"

Katsuki turned his heel away from the kitchen. Went down the corridor to the genkan of his house. Picked up his pair of Nike's shoes from the shelves, put them on before exiting through the front door. He had decided to go for a run instead.

Was he really that easy to read? Or it's just his mom and her so-called motherly instinct? Well, either of them is awful though. He shouldn't be hindered by that kinda thing. If even his mother's gonna get worried of him, then Katsuki better got over it quickly.

"Damn it... I messed up real badly!"

Kaminari Denki turned his head to the redhead sitting beside him. "What's wrong, dude?"

The redhead lifted his head from the table. He looked at his friend, then darted his eyes to the window right in front of him. "Kaminari..."

"Yeah?" the latter had his attention back to the cheese burger on his hand. And was about to munch on it when Kirishima Eijirou's next words stopped him.

"I think I'm in love." Some shade of pink was tinted on his face.

"Whaaat?"

"And I messed it up."

Kaminari was still at a loss of words. Much less forming a sentence, he didn't even know from where should he start asking. Fortunately, Sero Hanta came in time to keep the conversation flowing.

"You messed what up?"

Both Kaminari and Kirishima turned to the source of the voice that came from behind the redhead. The dark-haired boy who came with a tray contained some fries and drink then took the unoccupied seat on Kirishima's right. On the bar table facing the large window.

Kirishima who was supposed to be with Bakugou all day that day, somehow contacted Kaminari around 15 minutes ago. Asked if he could meet up with Kaminari and Sero. Both of them were heading to McD's anyway, so they agreed.

The blond-haired boy was kinda puzzled when he got a text from Kirishima. As far as he'd known, that one friend of his is really fond of Bakugou Katsuki more than anyone. Kirishima might not have said it aloud, but Kaminari ain't that much of an idiot either. He, and probably Sero also, had an idea about the closeness between those two. They had knew all along about Kirishima being gay, so it's not much of a surprise. (Though Kaminari was a bit grossed out at first, he decided to just accept it regardlessly.) The only thing worth to be questioned was the redhead's taste. Who could have guessed that Kirishima Eijirou has such unusual preference?

Kaminari had wondered why would that Kirishima leave Bakugou behind. But now, everything's cleared. Shit happened between him and the guy he likes. So naturally, he'd come to discuss it with his buddies. In this term, Kaminari's pretty grateful of Kirishima's honesty and how he doesn't keep things from his friends. Though it still sorta surprised him when the redhead confessed out of the blue.

"Things between us." Was the only thing Kirishima gave as an answer.

Sero looked at Kaminari over Kirishima's head and asked, "Who?" The dark-haired boy soon nodded in understanding after Kaminari whispered Bakugou's name. He then turned back to the redhead. "What exactly happened?"

Kirishima gazed upwards, then answered awkwardly, "I kissed them..."

Kaminari literally sprayed out the cola he just drank. Wiped it off quickly with the napkin provided along with his set meal. Then exclaimed, "What on earth were you doing? I thought you guys are studying?!"

"Eh, how'd you know?" the redhead looked at his friend questioningly.

"Ah," Kaminari covered his mouth right away with one available hand. He glanced at Sero who gave him a funny look.

Right, Kirishima never told them about Bakugou. Heck, he might not even realize his own feelings all this time. And both Kaminari and Sero who've seen it all couldn't just point it out, so they managed to shut up about it. Maybe waited 'til Kirishima feel like talking someday.

But somehow Kaminari ruined his own hardwork and revealed it right before Kirishima do it himself. He's full aware that he shouldn't have, but things can't be undone. Seeing no way to turn back anymore, the blond boy gave up.

"Sorry, bro. The fact is that, we knew it all along."

"About... what?"

"That you've been crushing on Bakugou." Sero continued bluntly. Didn't even try to make the situation less awkward.

Kirshima's eyes widened in shock at the same time when his face turned almost as red as his hair. "For real, bros?"

"Yeah! You're quite the open book, see?" said the dark-haired boy as he snickered teasingly. Showing his noticeably straight teeth.

"What? How―err, I mean since when did you notice it?" Kirishima asked hastily.

"Since you first started clinging to him." Kaminari shifted his golden eyes to Sero. "When was that?"

"Around after the incident at U.S.J, I guess?"

Kirishima's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Oh my god... I've only figured it out like recently. You guys are amazing."

"Nah, it ain't us that's amazing. You're just dense when it comes to your own problem." Kaminari sighed as he waved his hand in the air.

"Really?" the redhead muttered to himself.

"So, what's so bad about the kiss?"

Both Kaminari and Kirishima almost forgot what they were on about if not for Sero's reminder.

"That..." Kirishima scratched his cheeks. "Bakugou seemed to really hate it."

Kaminari knitted his brows together. "Well, isn't that obvious? I mean, he's probably not gay after all?"

"I can understand if that's the case, but it seemed different?"

"How so?" Sero added.

Kirishima hesitated for a moment, but then decided to just spit it out after all. "I'm not that sure, okay? But I could like see it in his eyes that he's thinking of something else. Something deeper."

Kaminari and Sero looked at each other past the redhead's shoulder. Couldn't decide what to say as a response. They were silenced for a few seconds before Kaminari decided to step out first.

"Maybe you're just reading too much into it."

"Yeah, Bakugou might just be confused."

"You guys really think so?"

Kaminari nodded. "Isn't it unnatural though? To think so much in a split of second?"

"Well, you might be true..."

"Right? Don't worry. I'm sure he won't hate ya!" Sero patted the redhead on the back as an attempt to cheer him up.

The frown on Kirishima's forehead soon unwounded itself, replaced by a faint smile formed on his lips. "I guess you're right. Anyway, thanks for listening, guys!"

"Oh, shut it. What're bros for? To notice even a tiny bit changes when you don't even realize it yourself."

"Kaminari...!" Kirishima's red eyes glowed dramatically.

"Isn't that more like lovers tho?" Sero just had to ruin the mood whenever Kaminari's trying to sound cool. That earned him a glare from the blond boy. And Kaminari also swored internally that he's gonna beat Sero one day for that.

But Kirishima laughed about it nonetheless, so Kaminari's gonna let it slide this once. At least the redhead had put his usual refreshing wide smile back on. Kirishima being down was just too awful to watch.

"I hope you guys make up soon." Said Kaminari lastly.

"Yeah, thanks bro!"

=====Aki no Usagi=====

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