So, this is just a little piece I have been thinking about. It will be a shortish fic, only a few chapters long and the main pairing is Kirishima/Bakugou. I hope you enjoy!

I don't own Big Hero Academia.

Bakugou heard a lot of laughter coming from the lounge room as he made his way in to class 2A's communal area. He had just finished a workout, sweat was still beading on his forehead as he made his way to the kitchen, having a big drink of water before going to see what all the fuss was about.

He walked in to find a group sprawled out around the various pieces of furniture. Kirishima, Deku, Mina, Todoroki, Mineta, Jiro and Denki all grinned at him as he walked in. Bakugou paused for a moment, instantly suspicious of the sudden attention.

"What are you fuckers up to?" he barked as he glared around at the group all looking completely innocent, Bakugou didn't trust them for a minute.

"Oh, nothing," Denki said with a grin. "Why don't you come join us?"

Izuku frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

"Fuck that, I'm going to take a shower" Bakugou barked, and he turned to make his way out of the room, stopping when he felt a hand firmly grab his wrist.

Bakugou looked over to find Kirishima gripping him and giving him his best kicked puppy expression.

"Please stay, just for a little while" Kirishima looked at him pleadingly.

Bakugou rolled his eyes and contemplated blasting his best friends' hand away, but he couldn't say no to Kirishima, not if it was in his power to say yes. It was a serious problem.

"Fine."

Kirishima smiled, one of those smiles that made the sun seem dull in comparison and yanked Bakugou down next to him on the couch. An arm going to wrap around Bakugou's shoulders. He glanced up at Kirishima, but the red head just smiled softly at him. Bakugou fought back a blush and turned back to the room to find everyone staring at him.

Before he could demand to know what the hell they were looking at, he felt Kirishima's hand start to trace slow circles on the top of his arm, effectively distracting him from whatever he'd been about to say.

"So, I was thinking," Kirishima began, leaning in closer to Bakugou. "I'd love to take you out on a date some time, what do you say?"

Bakugou felt like his brain was short circuiting. Everything faded away. Kirishima was asking him out on a date!? There was no way that someone as perfect as Kiri would ever be into someone like him. Bakugou felt his face light up in a blush and was proud of himself when he answered without his voice quavering, "fucking fine, whatever." Ha had to actively fight the small smile that was threatening to break out on his face.

Kirishima's mouth dropped open in shock, but before Bakugou could process what that could mean, peals of laughter started to ring through the room.

Denki and Mineta were both howling with laughter.

"It was a fucking prank dude!" Denki cried. "Jiro dared him to ask you out, honestly we thought you'd blow his head off, but this is even better."

Bakugou felt his stomach drop, nausea settling in as humiliation washed over him. Oh of course Kirishima wasn't actually interested in him, who would be.

Izuku could literally see Kaachan's walls falling back down to shield and protect him, and his heart twisted painfully.

The feisty blonde jumped up from the couch, knocking Kirishima's hand away as he did. Bakugou stared around the room for a moment, taking in the expressions of his classmates. Denki and Mineta were still laughing, but everyone else looked quite serious. His eyes skipped over Kirishima; he didn't want to know what expression the other was wearing.

"I fucking knew that!" Bakugou yelled, swinging his bag and knocking Denki off the side of the seat he'd been sitting on. Causing the other to fall with a painful thud on the ground.

Bakugou told himself he wasn't fleeing, as he stormed out of the room, ignoring the calls of his name.

"I think you really hurt his feelings" Izuku said as he frowned at Kirishima.

"Bakugou doesn't have feelings, other than anger that is" Mineta laughed.

"Of course, he does!" Izuku scowled. "He won't soon forget this."

"I didn't think he'd actually say yes" Kirishima spluttered. He looked like he was in shock, gripping his hair periodically.

Mina patted his shoulder sympathetically.

"After all that pining you've been doing, you finally ask him out, he says yes, and you still manage to blow it."

Denki sat up off the floor, eyes blinking. "Wait… you like Bakugou? Why?"

Kirishima blushed hotly, a dreamy look coming over his face.

Denki spluttered as he took in Kirishima, "actually, forget I asked. Ah, sorry we blew it for you." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's my own fault" Kirishima said despondently. "I never should have done it like that, it just seemed like the perfect opportunity, then, when he said no, I could blow it off as a joke. I never actually thought he'd say yes."

With a sigh Kirishima pushed himself out of his seat. "I better go and talk to him."

The large red head made his way to Bakugou's room, conveniently located next to his own. He hesitated before knocking. No answer. He knocked again, louder this time.

"Bakugou, are you in there? I'm really sorry bro, please answer the door."

He waited, then waited a bit longer but no one answered. He thought he could hear movement inside, but Kirishima decided not to push it. Pushing Bakugou never went well. Guilt twisted in his gut as he thought about the tiny smile that had curved the corner of the blonde's mouth when he had asked him out. It would have been imperceptible to most people, but Kirishima knew Bakugou too well.

Bakugou laid on his bed, listening to Kirishima bang on his door. He didn't answer it, what was the point. He was a fucking idiot to believe that Kirishima would ever be into him. Fuck them all, he was just fine on his own, he didn't need those extras. I loan tear ran down his cheek, but he angrily wiped it away.