Evening came. The classrooms were empty by then. Barely any shadow of young teens usually spread throughout the school was seen around the corridors. Except one certain room which was rather famous. Not only in the school itself, but also all around the town and even the country. It's of course, none other than UA's class 1-A.

There are only two young males seated in the room warmly lit by the setting sun. Two rows apart from each other, a piece of paper on each their desk. Two kind of scribbling sounds filled the room. One was calm, collected, and so light you could hardly notice when the tip of his pencil met the paper's surface. Another was rather harsh and rough, every time his pencil lands, it bumped with the desk, producing hurtful noises. Despite the differences, the speed of the two was painfully in sync. Neither one of them wished to be the last to finish whatever they're working on.

Every now and then, some low-key cursing coming from the blonde boy could be heard in the midst of his scribbling. Then the red and white haired boy would glance at his companion with questionable expression before turning back to his own paper. But they would not go further than that, much less striking a conversation to the other. They were planning to go through their whole detention staying that way, until one of them uncharacteristically broke the 'rules'.

Todoroki lifted his head, turned to Bakugou as he uttered, "Hey, Bakugou."

Only to be lashed by the still fuming with rage blondie. "What the fuck, you shitty half 'n half bastard? You want to taste one of my punches again?"

Todoroki paused. Seriously reconsidering if he should asked what he wanted to because to be perfectly honest, his classmate's attitude irritated him more than he usually does. The explosive boy didn't mean much for Todoroki. He didn't care about what Bakugou's problem is, why's he so damn angry for no reason or why's he so fixated on picking a fight with Midoriya and probably just whoever around him. The only thing Todoroki sees and respects about him was the fact that he could use his power to its fullest on every opponent without so much of a hesitation. The one thing Todoroki himself was still quite unsure of. Other than that, Bakugou holds nothing major in his life.

But everything changed when Todoroki felt that ache in his chest any guy his age would most likely experiences. He felt his cheeks on heat and his palms sweating even though he didn't use his fire side. Breathing is hard sometimes for no apparent reason. Even to the point that he's excited to go to school every morning. All of that happened when he's around one certain person. Midoriya Izuku.

Since then, he could not see Bakugou, who's the childhood friend of his crush, the same anymore. He is a threat—one that's not quite easy to ignore—to Todoroki. Todoroki didn't have any friends before, not to mention a childhood one. His childhood was not happy, cheerful, or even memorable. He didn't understand what childhood friends mean to Midoriya or anyone else. But one thing he knew for sure was that, Bakugou wasn't treating Midoriya right. That alone is unforgiveable already. Though putting all those aside, he's actually just jealous of how close they are.

Todoroki Shouto has like countless reasons not to butt in Bakugou's personal problem and leave him alone. However, at that moment, he'd like to blame Midoriya's busybody self that kind of rubbed off on him. Todoroki actually wanted to get along well with his classmates, and that includes Bakugou Katsuki, of course. For it is most likely the first time he had enjoyed being one part of a class. Besides, when Todoroki excited the room and meet Midoriya, the first question the green-haired male would ask after confirming Todoroki's well-being is definitely, "How's Kacchan?"

Rather than being clueless and let Midoriya go approach the angry boy again, Todoroki figured it would be better to ask beforehand.

A silent stare directed to Bakugou from the red and white-haired teen, before coming up with a 'clever' reply. "Well… I didn't get any of them though, since it wasn't a fistfight."

"Shut up, shit face! I know that!"

"Oh," Another pause. Conversation wasn't going smoothly between them. Not when Bakugou was so fixated on his own work and refused to face Todoroki. He didn't give up that easily though. "Hey, Bakugou."

"What the hell is your problem, asshole?! You've been fucking persistent." Whilst the blondie didn't even bat an eye to him as he answered.

"That's my line though."

"Huh?"

"What's your problem with Midoriya?"

It is weird enough that the mention of Midoriya Izuku's name actually caught the explosive boy's attention. Todoroki didn't know that despite all the 'abuse', what Bakugou truly feels about Midoriya. And he had a bad feeling about it.

The blonde teen stopped scribbling, turning his head to the other with a look of disgust. "Why is shitty Deku's name come up here?"

"Why," repeated Todoroki. "well, all these happened in the first place because you bothered him."

"Fuck you, love-sick bastard! I did NOT bother Deku! He was the one picking a damn fight with me!"

"…what did you just call me?"

"Love-sick bastard? What? Ya got a problem with that?"

A visible blush could have appeared on Todoroki's cheek, but he somehow managed to supressed it. It was everything but a problem for letting Bakugou knows his crush on Midoriya actually. Maybe it was just the embarrassment from getting caught off guard that got to him, which resulted in a stupid denial coming out from his mouth.

Todoroki frowned a bit and said in a slightly annoyed tone without raising his voice "I am not love-sick!"

Bakugou snorted. "Yeah, right. That sounded so fucking convincing from a dude who went on rampage over some shitty nerd."

"I told you, it's because you bothered Midoriya and I have had enough of that." Todoroki wasn't ready to give in.

"Oh, shut up, half 'n half bastard. Who the hell doesn't know yet that you're crushing on fucking Deku? It's so obvious that it's making me puke."

Another moment of silence. The original plan was getting words out of Bakugou, so why had things so unexpectedly turned that way? Todoroki somehow ended up on the receiving end of the 'attack'.

"Well… you're right." Said Todoroki, finally, as he cleared his throat.

"Tch." Bakugou went back to his paper. Apparently their pointless argument didn't interest him enough to prolong the conversation. But Todoroki still tried.

"Anyway, why were you bothering him?"

"Asshole! Were you listening at all? Deku. Was. The. One. Who. Started. It. Are we fucking clear?"

"That's why. What did he do to make you so mad?"

"Poking his nose into something none of his business. Just like what you are fucking trying to do right now."

"Oh, busted?" the red and white-haired sounded indifferent, despite that he actually felt maybe a tad bit impressed of how Bakugou figured that out.

"Seriously," the frown on Bakugou's forehead deepened. "Why do you guys even care?"

It was more of a statement than question, but Todoroki answered anyway, on Midoriya's behalf—and probably his too. "Because we're worried."

"Sounds made up."

Todoroki couldn't exactly give a comeback to that, so he just kept quiet and continued writing. Surprisingly though, before he tried another attempt, the blond initiate a conversation for the first time since they entered the room.

"Hey, halfie."

"…what?"

"…" the words seemed about to leave Bakugou's mouth when it got stuck in his throat. Then it came out as a murmur. "…you ever kissed the nerd?"

"Pardon?"

Evidently, repeating his words wasn't one of Bakugou's favourite thing to do. A hue of red spread throughout his cheeks as he slammed the table and exclaimed, "I said, have you ever fucking kissed that shitty nerd?"

Todoroki's monochrome orbs widened slightly, he could feel heat rising on his cheeks as well. This time he didn't make it in time to hide it. "K-Kiss, you say? W-Well, no, I haven't."

Again, why had the table turned against Todoroki.

A mocking grin instantly replaced the red on Bakugou's face. "Hah. Not even once? Just how lame are you?"

"Shut up, it's not like I don't want to…" said Todoroki while looking away.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you want to?"

Todoroki turned his gaze back to Bakugou. A perplexed look on his face. "Isn't that obvious though?"

"What is?"

"Well, wanting to kiss somebody you like."

"Why is it obvious?"

Now, how did it became a sort of interrogation is beyond Todoroki. As clueless as he is, the red and white-haired still answered without fail.

"Because, uhh… you want to connect with them? Not just anybody would do. It has to be him."

Bakugou's hand didn't stop scribbling, neither did he make any comment as Todoroki finished talking, He looked down on his piece of paper, bangs covering his face and made it difficult for Todoroki to read his expression. Well, it's not like the latter is good at interpreting what's on people's mind through their expression anyway. It's funny how a conversation between those two constantly fell into silence in less than 5 minutes. On top of that, none of them felt bothered or uncomfortable by it.

Todoroki was seriously considering what could have triggered the blond to ask that kind of questions, when an idea struck him but he honestly wouldn't want to believe the certainty of it.

"Bakugou, could it be… you want to kiss Midoriya as well?!" It came out of his mouth spontaneously, however.

As bad as Todoroki's in reading people's expression, he could clearly see the look of disgust on his companion's face.

"What the fuck, halfie? Don't lump me in with your sorry ass, bastard." Then he added with a grumbled, "…besides, it's not the nerd."

Todoroki had never been so proud of himself before for actually catching that. "It's not Midoriya?" Then the confidence of pushing his luck and digging more about Bakugou rose up real high.

"Of fucking course, duh."

"So who is it?"

"None of your damn business."

"Are you crushing on someone too?"

"Shut up."

"Is it one-sided?"

"Screw you."

"Is it someone in our class?"

"Who cares?"

"Oh talking about our class, didn't this morning Kirishima said he's got one too? Someone he likes."

Bakugou suddenly stood up from his seat, making a loud sliding noises from his fiberglass chair. Snatching the paper he's done working on and started moving his feet towards the classroom door. "I'm outta here. See ya, bastard."

Todoroki watched him as he left and wondered to himself, "Am I really that horrible in making small talks?"

Pitch black was all Katsuki could see when he opened his eyes. He blinked a few times to get his eyes used to the darkness before finally recognizing where he was. He had passed out right away as soon as he got home and reached his bedroom that evening, without even bothered changing his clothes.

Katsuki groaned as he sat up on his bed, snatching the alarm clock on his bed stand along the way. He furiously squinted at the arrows on it, the shorter one pointing somewhere between 7 and 8 while the longer was at a little past 6. Then he got up on his feet to head towards the washroom.

A few minutes later, Katsuki was on his way to the dining room when he saw a figure of the person he wanted to see the least at the moment. Well, more like all the time, actually. A flock of green hair popped up from behind the couch of the Bakugou's living room. Katsuki didn't need to go around and see his face to identify Midoriya Izuku. Because who else in his life has that kind of nerdy hairstyle?

"Shitty Deku! Why the hell are you here?!"

The said teen flinched in surprise. He turned his head around so quickly that it might come off. "Kacchan! U-Uh… Hi, we meet again!"

The lamest greeting one could ever come up with, accompanied by a nervous laugh at the end of his sentence.

"You little… Who wants to fucking see you twice in a day." Katsuki was this close to jump at his childhood friend and give some good beatings—even though the poor boy didn't do anything wrong. He never does. His whole existence is pissing Katsuki off, that's all.

If only Mitsuki wasn't there to interrupt. "Dinner's ready, punks! Go wash yer hands and take a seat!"

Katsuki clicked his tongue and went away after letting Izuku off with only a dagger stare. That was the least he could do when the old hag's around.

Izuku visiting his home for dinner and such or the other way around is actually pretty common among them. Not only that they're childhood friends, but alas, both their mothers are on such good term that they would not stop leaving their only kids in the other's care whenever one of them is not available. Do they even realize that their children are fucking high schoolers that are capable of taking care of their damn self? Oh, Katsuki doesn't know about the loser Izuku, but he certainly could.

The rarest opportunity of Katsuki taking the seat next to his dad on dining table after grade school is when Izuku is around. Yes, he'd pull that sort of childish act from times to times just to avoid the nerd, even though it hardly changes the fact that they're still eating together. One of the dumbest things Katsuki'd do but refused to admit.

The Bakugou folks, being the considerate people they are, tried to make Izuku comfortable by holding up conversations with him during the meal. While their son on the other hand, was doing the complete opposite by glaring at him as he gulped down his own food with a remarkable speed.

Mitsuki scolded him a few times when it got too intense then their daily mini arguments would begin. There was nothing both Masaru and Izuku could do but laugh at their hilarious antics when they're on it. Everything went 'peacefully' like that until the bed news had been delivered.

"Izuku-kun, how about staying over tonight?" asked Mitsuki after receiving a phone call when they finished dinner.

"Ehh?!"

"What the fuck?!"

Said both of the teen simultaneously, whilst Masaru promptly got up, picked the dirty dishes and turned his heel to the kitchen as he smelled trouble approaching.

"Inko called and said that she might not make it home tonight with the heavy downpour outside, so she's asking if we could let you stay over."

"Uhh… it's okay! I can just go home!" the green-haired male quickly declined.

"Yeah, this asshole is fine by himself." Came another rare occasion of the younger blond agreeing with something his childhood friend said. Because everyone in the room should have already known who will have it worst by having Izuku in the house.

Though Katsuki's attempt wasn't working well, for he seemed to be forgotten that Bakugou Mitsuki does not reason with him.

"Okay, it's decided then. Bring out the extra futon to your room later, Katsuki."

"What? Why my room?"

"You're not going to be a heartless jerk and make Izuku-kun sleeps on the couch, are you? It's getting cold after all." questioned Mitsuki as if it's the most natural thing ever, which didn't appear to be acceptable for her son.

"As if I care if this little shit freeze to death! I'm not sharing spaces with him!" Katsuki turned to Izuku, giving him a hint in bold with his deadly stare to speak up as well.

"Don't go calling others little shit, you little shit! What did I teach you about fucking manners again?" the older blonde could have given him a smack, but she settled with just a yell from across the room.

"Shut up, old hag! Yer one to talk!"

Before the mother and the son started another quarrel again, Izuku decided to step in and voiced out his unpopular opinion. "A-Anyway, I didn't bring clothes to change, Ma'am. So I might as well just go home. Thank you for the offer."

The green-haired teen was getting ready to leave, but boy, was Mitsuki persistent? Her son wouldn't be that hard-headed of a person if she's not.

"Oh, relax. You can just wear Katsuki's. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

Both teens couldn't help but left their mouth wide open dramatically. Katsuki didn't even hide how displeased he looked. Meanwhile Izuku, he might not want to imagine what'd happen to him that night.

Look at you and your fucking big mouth! and Couldn't you find a better damn excuse, Deku?! were the messages Katsuki clearly threw at the other teen in his silent scowl.

The blond teen made it noticeably enough, Izuku would be a big idiot if he didn't catch it, though he made a wise decision to pay no mind to his friend for once. To avoid further dispute was the boy's intention.

However, Katsuki being the troublemaker he is, just wouldn't simply cooperate. He attempted to cancel the whole sleepover thing again before finally giving in involuntarily.

"Hey, I didn't agree to this, old hag!"

"Stop being such a pussy, Katsuki! You boys used to this all the time anyway."

Right before the younger blond could retort back, the voice of his father was heard from the kitchen and ended their pointless squabble.

"Mitsuki… can you come here for a sec?"

"Coming, hon~!" replied the said woman. She gave the last order before leaving the two teens. "Now, both of you go take a bath and sleep. No buts."

And that was how Katsuki winded up abandoned reviewing his notes since he couldn't concentrate with the nerd's constant mumbling right next to him. Now, Izuku had better not make a noise when Katsuki was trying to sleep or he'd really blow up that freckled face of his.

"Umm, Kacchan? Are you asleep?"

Yeah, right, as if anything's going right for Bakugou Katsuki the whole day today. He couldn't even comprehend how badly he wanted to do as he thought, but no, he'd hold back his punches or anything. Unless he wanted his mother to come and nag him again for fuck's sake.

He figured that by ignoring the other male, he might give up sooner or later. Realizing he was wrong afterward was too late though.

"I heard…" the shorter teen seemed to hesitate for a moment of what he was about to say. Probably wondering if it was a safe topic to bring up. "that you have someone you like?"

Katsuki internally cursed. At himself and at Todoroki Shouto. At Todoroki for having a big ass mouth and spouting unnecessary stuff. Mostly at himself for being a dumbass in the first place and needlessly trying to 'consult' with the bastard. He deeply regretted not threatening the halfie to shut his trap earlier.

Izuku just continued blabbering. He most likely knew that his childhood friend was purposely giving him the cold shoulder. "You know, I have one…"

I fucking know that. So what?

"Even so, I still don't know much about love, you see." Izuku chuckled before adding. "But I at least know that if that person loves you back, it'll be the best thing ever. And I don't think I'll ever want to let them go."

The talk somehow caught a tiny bit of Katsuki's interest, so he decided to listen to whatever his childhood friend's trying to say.

"That's why, if there's a problem between us, we could talk it out and fix it together. Because I don't want to do stupid things and ruin our relationship. I realize that running away wouldn't solve the problem itself. Besides, I want to have faith in that person. If they don't like me, they wouldn't be there for me after all. Right, Kacchan?"

A pause.

He sounded all philosophical at one second and went back to his usual nerdish laughter at another. "W-Well, it's not like I've experienced those though. I don't even know if that person would actually like me. What am I saying? Haha…"

Katsuki was grateful that he's not meddlesome enough to the point of wanting to bash Izuku in the head and reveal Todoroki's feelings to him so those two would stop being annoying. Or else he'd got involved further between their relationships. Like he hadn't had enough of Todoroki antagonizing him for no apparent reason.

"Anyway,"

What the fuck, there's more?

"Kacchan is smart, so you should understand what I mean, don't you?"

Katsuki waited, but there's no more coming from Izuku. He assumed the other boy fell asleep and when he's positive about it, the blond sit up on his bed. Staring down at Izuku who's sleeping on the futon on the floor facing the other way.

Shitty Deku, did he just call me stupid?

Katsuki kicked him on the ass lightly.

Mind your own fucking business first before others'.

Another kick.

As the green-haired boy had said, Katsuki is smart enough to read between the lines that Izuku's trying to imply things between him and Kirishima. And he had the feeling that Izuku refrained himself from mentioning the redhead's name to avoid getting barked at by Katsuki again.

This busybody bastard…

He's heard enough from both of the idiot couple that day. By now, he more or less got that Kirishima shouldn't be kissing him on the whim. He was well aware of how much Kirishima'd done for him and how he's always there for him whether when he wants it or not. He didn't quite get what the black-eyes said that morning though. But it didn't matter anymore and now he felt like an idiot for taking what she said seriously. He was a mess.

However, does that mean Katsuki's also in love with Kirishima? Deku made the speech like he does, but who would know his feelings better than himself. Katsuki was just not sure. Something even he couldn't believe himself.

First his mother, then Todoroki and now Deku of all people. Would these people stop sticking their noses into Katsuki's problem already? He could handle it just fine. No big deal at all. Well… maybe a little. But getting advices from those two late-bloomers, dude? Katsuki should really get himself together.

The blond teen grunted loudly before throwing himself back to the bed. In the end, the problem remained the same. Everything's just in his own freaking head. But now that it has cleared up some, maybe Katsuki'd stop ignoring Kirishima and try listening to him the next day.

Little did he know that something awaiting him was not what he had expected.

"Let's just forget the thing from the other day."

Bakugou's mind went blank. "What…?"

Kirishima added with a gawky laugh. "You know what I mean, haha. Just pretend it didn't happen."