My lazy ass is just back from being inactive for like 6 months wow
Sorry for the long wait ;-;
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"I didn't get rescued, got it? You shitheads were just the best escape route outta there!"

"Yeah, whatever you say, man!" Kirishima beamed, raising his thumb in agreement.

"I just didn't wanna be in All Might's way."

The redhead stared at Bakugou in a brief silence. "Yeah, I know…"

It's fine. Anything is fine. After seeing his beloved safe and sound in his hand, nothing else should really matter anymore. Kirishima was so relieved that tears of joy almost welled up in the corner of his eyes. He gazed at Bakugou, slowly tracing his red eyes down from the blonde's face to his body, checking if the guy was in one piece. He stopped at his hand before noticing it was still holding his own from the rescue earlier.

"Ah."

Bakugou turned around and landed his eyes on both of their hands as well. Heat rushed down on his face, he quickly flung Kirishima's hand away, grumbling. "Let go, asshole…"

"O-Oh, sorry." Stuttered Kirishima, not really sure what to react to that. He didn't even bother hiding his embarrassment, whether he realized it or not. It was sort of awkward for a moment, then to break the ice, Kirishima started again. "See, who's looking dandy here?"

"Huh?" Bakugou scowled, sounding fine the way he is.

"Everyone's worried, dude. Who knows what the villain's gonna do to you?"

"Don't joke with me! They ain't getting anything they want from me."

"I know, right?" Kirishima laughed. They exchanged jokes—or what seemed like one for the redhead—for a while as Kirishima enjoyed his sweet time after being away from the blonde for a mere three days that felt almost like an eternity.

He was really sure that everything would be fine. Well, who wouldn't as soon as they see All Might, the number one hero, the symbol of peace coming to the rescue around the same time Kirishima and the others arrived. All Might is going to defeat the villain, save the day like how he always does in no feat, and everyone would live their days peacefully again starting tomorrow.

And Kirishima? He had made a promise to himself that, if he could get Bakugou Katsuki back safely, he would finally man up and confessed his love, regardless of the outcome. He meant it. It's not a problem even if the other rejected him. Heartbreak, he had gone over it already. It won't be any worse than that. On the other hand, if from a thousand possibilities, he was accepted, then nothing could have been better. With that on the mind, Kirishima looked forward to the next day to come.

At least that's what he thought things would go.

Kirishima ran a cutter along the straight line on his second cardboard box. He swiftly opened it and began rummaging through the content when he realized the dumbbell he took out from there was not his. He observed it carefully to double check, though he actually knew it right away by the feeling of the grip. He then put the dumbbell down and looked inside the box itself. There were a bunch of things he was definitely not familiar with. Kirishima scratched the back of his head in confusion, but it didn't take long for him to bright up. Since there were a lot of boxes sent to the dorm, someone might accidentally mix other's stuff to his room. He looked around the outer part of the box, scanning through it from top to bottom until he finally found what he's searching for. A name to identify belonged to who it was: Bakugou Katsuki.

Kirishima instantly jerked back at that. He had been conscious about anything related to the mentioned teen ever since he discovered his unordinary feelings toward the guy. It had, inarguably, toned down more or less as time passed. However, the recent turn of events brought the nervousness back, especially after he made the mental decision to face his feelings once and for all. It was totally fine when everyone was around, but Kirishima honestly didn't know how and what kind of face should he make to meet Bakugou alone. He couldn't help but felt like everything would be revealed right off the bat—all of his ugly desires and ulterior motives—when he saw the other.

"Shit!"

The redhead looked up. A series of loud noises of things hammering the floor followed closely. He turned his head to the wall separating his and the room next door, where the person bugging his mind resided in. Somehow, miraculously as it seemed, the voice of that very person brought him back to his senses.

What was he doing dawdling uselessly there? Meeting Bakugou should be the thing he looks forward to the most. A soft smile formed itself on Kirishima's lips. He got up on his feet and proceeded to deliver the box to the righteous owner.

"Bakugou." Called Kirishima as he knocked on the door to the right of his own bedroom. After waiting for what he deemed long enough, he was about to knock again when the door was abruptly flung open.

"What the fuck do y—" the blond froze. He stared at Kirishima in silence for no more than 5 seconds before continuing, a bit more composed. "…it's just you, shitty hair. What do you want?"

Kirishima wondered what the pause meant, but it didn't really matter. "Ah, no, just that one of your stuff was sent to my room by mistake. So here you go. Sorry, I've opened it though."

"Oh." Bakugou responded shortly. He only gazed at the box Kirishima was holding out to him with an unreadable expression. "'that so?"

"Yeah…?"

Bakugou scooped the huge cardboard box from Kirishima's hands and immediately turned his heel away into the room. "Great, I was just wondering where it went."

As soon as the blond stepped away from the door, Kirishima spontaneously glanced inside and his attention was caught by the pile of heavy looking tools flooding the floor in front of the bed. Those must be the source of the noises earlier.

"Woah, what happened here, dude?" Kirishima asked and stepped in carefully.

"Just fucking dropped an opened box. That's all."

Kirishima snickered while picking up some of the things that seemed dangerous to be left on the floor, such as a cylinder water bottle or a long, cool-looking rod. "That sounds pretty careless of you, huh."

"Shut up." Bakugou grumbled, but produced no venom in his tone.

"Bakugou, what's this rod here? A weapon?" asked the redhead as he continued helping the other tidying the room.

"That's the one you used when mountain climbing… hey, how long are you gonna stay here!? Go clean up your own room!"

"Well, this kind of thing is faster done by two people than one, right? That's why help me out at my room later!"

"As if! It's definitely faster done alone."

The blond kept nagging on, exchanged with Kirishima's laugh in almost each sentences. Both of their hands didn't stop working. Quite the contrary of his words, the former made no effort to try and kick the latter out, whilst the latter showed no sign of taking his words seriously either. Because he knew Bakugou, he probably did better than anyone else.

The night at the Kamino ward was just nearly a nightmare, for the rest of the world, but definitely not for Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku. Although in the end All Might did take the victory between his fight with the villain's mastermind, he had to retire as a Hero after overusing his quirk. Agony was indeed evident in the society over this incident. However, those two seemed to take the matter multiple times worse than everyone else present in that place.

Truthfully, Kirishima felt unmanly and malicious just by having the thoughts, but he was… grateful. He was grateful that despite all the chaos and terrible things that happened that night, Bakugou was safe. The boy is safe, unwounded, unharmed in any way possible. But he won't say that out aloud. There's no way he could, because that incident itself was nothing to be joyful over.

Everything was so tense afterwards, Kirishima lost his chance to meet or talk to Bakugou until the day they were meant to move into the dormitory came. It would be a lie if he said he didn't miss the guy. Kirishima peeked over his shoulder, watching Bakugou and his every movement. He's only glad to be allowed to stay by the side of the person he loves, although that's not enough anymore. His eyes followed that pair of fine, toned arms working each of its muscles diligently. He averted his gaze almost instantly.

But Kirishima Eijirou didn't have thee unwavering dedication to hold back from feasting his eyes. He glanced at the other again. Those beautiful fingers that appeared strong yet seemed used to handle delicate objects. Those sharp, red orbs thoroughly examining his stuffs and figuring out how to organize them.

Kirishima's heart thumped loudly in his chest.

He felt horrible, but he couldn't look away. Not at that tempting, fair-skinned, collarbone revealing itself before his eyes. A bead of sweat trickling down from Bakugou's neck worsened Kirishima's wild thoughts. What was even worse than all those was the fact that he carelessly locked himself in a closed room that contained not only Bakugou Katsuki, but also filled with the sweet smell of his sweat. Kirishima didn't even know how to think straight anymore.

Then, without so much as a warning, this little muscle movement on the face of the blond tugged his lips into a tiny smile and his eyes turned softer at the same time. Kirishima could feel his heart throbbing at the 'surprise attack'.

Bakugou lifted his head from the photo on his hand and turned to Kirishima. His smile disappeared to the thin air and his eyes turned back to that of a firm stare. "What are you looking at, bastard?"

"N-Nothing! Nope, nothing!" stuttered Kirishima. He frantically stomped to the entrance door, blurting out. "It-It's kinda hot, huh? Let's open that door a little bit."

Bakugou only looked at him questioningly and said, "the heck is wrong with you?" before moving on to the task on hand.

Approximately 3 hours later, Kirishima sat on the floor of his own dorm bedroom, now fully decorated to his manly taste. He glanced around the walls filled with various posters from his favourite collection with satisfaction glimmering in his eyes.

"Oi, move over."

He was not alone inside there though.

"Ah, sorry." Kirishima scooted away a little so Bakugou could take a seat next to him. Surprisingly or not, things really went as Kirishima said and ended with both of them unpacking both room together. It was something insignificant, really, but he was happy Bakugou went along with his idea.

"God, your room's messy."

"What? It's pretty tidy already, isn't it?"

"Oh, really? So what are these garbage doing here?" The blond rambled as he lightly kicked some empty cardboard boxes near his feet. "Don't fucking tell me they are useful too."

"T-that is… I'll take care of them later."

"Yeah, keep saying that and you'll eventually forget. Move your lazy ass now."

"Ehhh but I'm tired…! I promised I'll definitely do it later, so let me laze around just for a bit, Bakugou-san!" Kirishima whined and tried impersonating Kaminari's usual antics to get away from things he didn't want to do.

"Huh?! Don't give me that crap." Bakugou glared.

And of course, it did not work at all towards this blond. "Ah, yessir! I'm doing it now!"

The redhead got up quickly from his seat, which he had not even stayed on long enough for the spot to warm up. When he tried to made his way to where the boxes were, Kirishima lost his balance due to the sudden movement and since the space between his bed and the shelf in front was pretty cramped, there really was nowhere for him to choose but falling on Bakugou.

In the split second before he flung open his eyes, Kirishima could feel the heat radiating directly from the blond's skin on his own. He was touching Bakugou! No, their body was touching, in an awkward position, he betted. Just from the thought of it Kirishima was pretty embarrassed of himself already. But then the sudden realization that he might have accidentally injured the other from the bump, or maybe just made him the least bit uncomfortable, Kirishima rose up right away.

"Sorry, Bakugou! You alr—"

What he saw next though, stupefied him, in a way he couldn't have expected.

"…'m fine so quickly move… you shitty-hair…" Bakugou avoided looking at him in the eyes. Kirishima could see even that. He tried to cover his reddened face under the back of his hand and spoke in a manner so timid the redhead nearly couldn't believe he was hearing it in Bakugou's voice.

If there were moments in his life where he felt like his heart could explode in any minute, now must be one of them. Served with the sight before him, Kirishima lost his reasoning for all the time he could have while Bakugou Katsuki was trapped under him, between his arms, within his reach.

Kirishima swallowed before calling out. Calmly. "Hey, Bakugou."

The redhead took Bakugou's hand and slowly moving it away, revealing his face. He pressed his wrist down against the floor, locking its movement and giving no room for Bakugou to prevent it from happening.

The blond looked up curiously at the sudden change in the air. He stared back at his opponent above him, who was giving him this weird, passionate look in silence. Confusion was evident in Bakugou's red eyes as he wrinkled his eyebrows. Bakugou wanted to shout at Kirishima, told him to quit joking around and pushed him away like how he should react usually. But he became unable to when he saw Kirishima's face.

"Oi… what the hell…?" was the best he could make out.

Kirishima did not answer to that. Bakugou was putting a lot less fight than what he had expected of the guy in that situation. What does that mean? Was Kirishima granted the permission to do what he intended? He sure thought he did. He didn't know where the confidence came from, but right then he felt like he would get away from doing anything his heart desired.

In that case, he wouldn't let the chance slip from his finger.

"Kirishima…? What are you—"

The said teen leaned forward, bringing their faces closer and he was just about to kiss Bakugou. A warm hand with a strong smell of sweet, burnt sugar blocked his mouth. The latter stopped him right before their lips brushed against each other with his another free hand. Then with a sudden burst of strength, Kirishima was pushed back as Bakugou got up from the floor swiftly.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?!"

"Bakugou, I'm sorry, I was just—" The redhead merely blurted out whatever came into his mind before he could even grasped what was occurring.

"Shut up! Don't joke around with me, asshole! What happened to the person you like?"

"Eh?"

"Stop messing with me and show some action to her instead, you prick! Don't think you'll get away like this every time!" The blond clicked his tongue once and turned around, proceeding to the exit.

"Huh? Where are you going, Bakugou?"

"Back to my room!" said him and slammed the door behind. "And don't follow me!"

Kirishima watched the blond left with a blank look plastered on his face. Giving in to temptation had led Kirishima Eijirou to the wrong path once and since then he had sworn to himself not to repeat the mistake. However, that day, he thought he didn't commit another irreplaceable mistake.

He was positive that he had gotten the consent to make a move from Bakugou's reaction and blushing face. Sure, he was surprised at first when the blond ended up rejected him so strongly, though everything was clear as sky afterwards. Bakugou was not upset because Kirishima tried to do something he didn't want to. It was because he was thinking on Kirishima's behalf, for 'the girl he likes'. The consent he thought he had was valid after all.

Kirishima almost couldn't wipe off the grin that started spreading on his face. Bakugou probably wouldn't leave his room anymore for the rest of the day. Then he couldn't wait for another day to come so he could hurry up and tell Bakugou his true feelings. He couldn't afford to be rejected again, could he? Not for the flimsy reason such as 'messing around'. For he could never mess around with that one person he loves: Bakugou Katsuki.

Kaminari dragged his feet lazily to the hallway. He yawned once, then looked around, trying to find the figure of a certain red-haired friend of his. He had seen Kirishima being really energetic as he dashed out of the changing room just a few seconds ago and now he's nowhere to be found. Although he himself wasn't that far off, he sometimes still wondered where the guy got his energy from. Especially on the day like today, Kaminari felt like his whole body had been crushed inside out after regaining consciousness from short-circuiting his brain. The so-called "super moves" developing training for the upcoming provisional license exam was truly intense and challenging. He really didn't want to move another finger anymore as soon as he got back to the dorm.

The blond-haired male took out his phone from the back pocket as he walked down the stairs. He turned it on and started checking the incoming messages, replying them one by one, before a currently inactive chat log caught his eyes. Suddenly, a better idea other than going back to his dorm room and sleep like a log crossed his mind. He stopped his finger from scrolling and tapped on it.

「Hey, Kirishima!」

He typed and sent it.

「Where are you~? ( `ε´ )」

「You're gone like a flash!」

A smile tugged on his face as he pressed 'enter'.

「Let's grab a bite later ton…」

"I love you, Bakugou!"

Kaminari's fingers froze in the air before he finished typing for the last bubble of text. He recognized that voice. He lifted his head and as expected, it was the redhead he was just texting, Kirishima Eijirou. Kirishima, and in front of him was the said teen, Bakugou Katsuki. They were standing quite a distance apart from Kaminari and they most likely had not realized him coming around yet. Knowing he appeared in an unsuitable timing, he quickly shifted over to the nearest wall, hiding himself from their sight and continued eavesdropping.

"I-I know you're probably confused about a lot of things, but! But please listen to me first!"

Bakugou didn't seem to be commenting on any of it. Instead, he just kept quiet—which is uncharacteristically of him—as Kirishima went on.

"First of all, I'm extremely sorry for lying! I wasn't mistaken at all and I don't have anyone I like! Uh, no, I mean I actually do, but that—I mean, that's not it!"

"Huh?"

"Sorry, I'm kinda nervous, man." Awkward laughter filled the space before Kirishima took a deep breath and said. "So there's actually a person I like. And they're not a girl or someone you don't know. It's you."

"…"

"It's always you. It's just been you all along. And that k-kiss… wasn't done on a whim at all! And it doesn't mean nothing!"

"…then why did you lie?"

"I'm sorry, I was being an idiot! I thought I don't want to be rejected by you and we stopped being friends if you found out about my feelings so I just… I know it's unmanly of me. I know that, b-but anyway! I've decided to stop running away! So let me say it one more time,"

Kirishima took one step closer and grab Bakugou's shoulders. His tone was low and serious. "I love you, Bakugou."

Bakugou haven't even opened his mouth to answer when the other let go of him and beamed. "Well, that, I just thought I have to tell you properly. You don't have to give me an answer. It must be weird getting a confession from a man out of nowhere, huh?" Kirishima turned his back and waved as he walked away. "Then, I'll head back first. Sorry for taking your time, Bakugou."

"Huh?! Oi, shitty-hair, wai—"

"I am already happy to be your friend." Said the redhead, suddenly holding his steps. "I thought so. But maybe I'm not as strong as that. And maybe I shouldn't ignore your feelings. So… please give me an answer after all."

Kaminari sighed and leaned his back on the wall as soon as he saw Kirishima leaving the scene. He thought he just saw something he shouldn't, or would rather not.

"Oh, Kirishima's really at it, huh?"

"Woah!" Kaminari whipped his head to the right so fast he almost broke his neck and had to visit Recovery Girl's infirmary for the second time that day. "Since when are you here?"

"Hmm? Around 'let me say it one more time,' I guess?" said Sero with a thinking pose. "What? Have you been here from the start?"

The raven-haired that just appeared out of thin air next to Kaminari was Sero Hanta. As plain-looking as his face might be, he actually doesn't have that small of a presence that one wouldn't notice him approaching. In fact, he has a lively enough character that's unexpectedly outstanding despite his appearance. (No, Kaminari is certainly not making fun of him. Though, the fact that his plain-face is an interesting subject to poke on is indeed undeniable.) Kaminari knew that it was him that was lost in thought and not paying attention.

"Uh, kinda?"

"For real? What are you, a stalker?" he snickered.

"Shut up."

"But, man, things are getting serious, aren't they?"

Kaminari's eyes were suddenly caught back on the phone screen he had been ignoring. He reread the incomplete text he hadn't sent yet and put his finger on the keyboard. Feeling bad for ignoring Sero, he tried to respond. "What?"

"Well, they might start going out anytime now, right?"

"Oh," Kaminari paused. He then agreed in monotone while moving his finger. "Yeah, you're right."

「Let's grab a bite later ton…」

「Let's grab…」

「…」

「Well, whatever~ I'm beat today so let's hang out tomorrow!」

And sent.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" asked Sero at Kaminari's lack of enthusiasm.

"Huh? Nope, nothing!" Kaminari chirped, chasing away the negative air around him as fast as possible before it became too suspicious. He pressed the power button on his phone and slipped it back to his pocket. "Hey, I'm hungry! Let's go outside and grab some food."

"Okay if it's your treat."

"Ehh?"

"Just kidding."

So I was procrastinating and did some other oneshots instead lmao
But then every time I saw notification of a new reader following this series I feel guilty
then I guess I just have to suck it up and stick to this til the end

Oh let me mention that the unpacking scene was halfway official from the light novel. And here I'm gonna thanks /aitaikimochii on twitter who kindly brought us the translation for that part so I could use it here.

anyway, thanks for reading~