"Aw, the iPod died."

"We can always get Kaminari to charge... oh."

"Yaaaaaay."

"Yeah, he's not going to be much help."

"Jirou, why don't you sing us a song!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Yeah, sing us some punk rock."

Jirou, feeling embarrassed by her closet punk rocker hobby, became mad enough to raise her earphone jacks at the offending party. She puts them back down. "I guess it wouldn't be Rockin at all if I didn't. Hold on, let me get my guitar."

"Everyone, please bear with the current conditions for a few minutes," Yaoyorozu said, following Jirou as she took off.

"Didn't think she'd do it," Sero mulled.

"It's because Jirou's a-rockin' girl," Hagakure crowed.

Kaminari grabbed onto Ashido's horns while he was yaying., She gave an "Eep" in response because her horns were quite sensitive.

"Let's play seven minutes in heaven," Mineta resounded.

The group paused, no one saying anything as unsettled looks appeared on their faces. Some shook their heads.

"We can make it a friend's version," he sighed.

"That's not what you were going for was it?" Tsuyu said, her brow puckered threateningly.

"You'll get a lighter sentence if you confess," Jirou said, casting a veiled glance as she sailed back into the room with Yaoyorozu.

"No way I'm playing that shit," Bakugou caterwauled. His brows knitted, an arm slung over his face and sprawled on the floor, still under the influence.

"You're chickening out?!"

"Puk Puk Pukaaak."

"W-wait, we're really going to play this?"

"If you choose to be all alone, then you won't be able to shine."

"Just play one round."

"These dudes act tough, but we can handle them."

"So, this is actually happening. We're going to let this happen?"

"It's a friend's version. Which is boring anyway."

"Whatever Raccoon Eyes. This is so fucking stupid," Bakugou conceded as he got up.

The group arranged themselves in a circle.

Yaoyorozu, Satou, Shouji, Koda, and Iida, decided not to play, choosing to sip tea, and gather around Jirou to listen to her sing instead. Jirou plucked the guitar and sang. She had a very husky, sexy singing voice and it gave a sultry mood to the room.

Sero grabbed one of the empty liquor bottles and handed it to Bakugou, who flipped him off and spun the bottle, a little too hard judging by the blur it became. It whizzed around with a hum. The tapered end pointed at Todoroki who gave an uninterested stare.

"Tch," Bakugou clicked.

"What? Did you think anyone was gonna be excited to go with you?" Sero ribbed. A little cocky smirk appeared on his face.

"It's not that. I don't know how this is supposed to go," Todoroki vacillated as he sloughed off a lame shrug.

"You go into the broom closet with Bakugou for 7 minutes, with the door closed," Ashido said. She heaved him up, giving him push to the broom closet.

Bakugou followed. "Half n Half bastard."

"Brat," Todoroki shot back.

"Ice ass."

"Moron."

"Fucking Idiot."

They name-call each other all the way to the opened the door, ripped the broom and vacuum from the closet and threw them on the floor, before he screamed, "DIE!"

The closet was cramped. There was hardly enough room for one person, let alone two. They stood inches apart.

"So, that was some kiss between you and Kirishima," Todoroki said, as he shut the door.

"Shut up!" Bakugou sibilated.

"Why did you tell me about your interest in him anyway?"

"Cause you have a thing for Deku, and that makes me feel good about who I decided to get a fucking, disgusting, hopeless crush on at damn least." Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets.

Todoroki shrugged and said "...Yes, I'd say Kirishima is an understandable crush."

"I fucking know, fuck he might be a mess but he's a fucking perfect one. That's what I've been saying." The thought turned his mind into a buzzing mess of static.

"So is Midoriya though-"

"NO."

Warmth spread across Todoroki's chest. "Midoriya is special to me. Before I realized it I was already in love-"

"That has nothing to do with me! Tell that shit to Deku instead. Can't stand morons like you who can't get to the damned point! Seeing your half-assed resolve is making me pissed-"

"Sorry. I can't bury it and forget about it, huh?" The ball of worry and foreboding twisted in his stomach like a fist trying to bury itself into his ribcage.

"Why are you apologizing? I don't know if it's your habit or something but who gives a shit what other people think." He waved off the words like they were mosquitoes.

"You know you can be quite soft at times Bakugou."

"Huh?"

"Keep being the rarely seen you and I'm sure Kirishima will fall for you." He smiled in the darkness.

"Shut it with that sappy shit!" Bakugou kicked open the door with a BANG!

"Hey, you have to stay in for the full seven minutes or it doesn't count. That was like one, go again," Ashido reprimanded them as they reached the circle.

"What?!" Bakugou snapped. He spun on his heels, eyes staring daggers.

"Kacchan-"

"Fuck off, Deku!"

"Y'know Bakugou, This has always bothered me. Midoriya still calls you by your childhood nickname Kacchan," Sero considered he rubbed his chin

"You never bothered to correct him? It's a childish name," Kirishima pointed out. Midoriya had a hurt expression. "Cute though," he added.

"At least switch it to Katsuki Kun," proposed Sero.

"Why should I listen to any of the shit you bastards say?! Fuck it spin again. This is the last fucking time. After this, I'm going to bed," Bakugou responded by swiping the bottle.

He likes it, the class mused.

His next spin points the bottle at Kaminari who was sitting with a foolish look on his face saying, "Wheeey."

"No way, he's still out of it. I'm not listening to the idiot giggle for 7 minutes. I'm in no mood," Bakugou protested as he crossed his arms.

"You're going to back out?" Sero provoked over his tea.

"I'm using it's MY birthday and MY party as a trump card, asshole," he retorted. His hands dropped to his sides to form clenched fists of tension.

"Get Kirishima to go with him, he's near enough to Kaminari," Ashido suggested, tucking her calves underneath her bottom.

"Whatever fuck, fine." He gave a dismissive wave.

"Yeah, I'm counting on you!" Kirishima simpered getting up.

"Kaminari dodged a bullet. See, the simpler you are, the better!" Sero said, a cocked smile appearing on his thin lips.

Ashido procured keys from the kitchen and jingled them at the awkward pair, who were almost touching each other in the closet. "I'm locking you in this time, no backing out." She closed the door and locked it with a click.

They stood in silence for what seemed like hours. Their breathing was the only sound in the small space.

"Why so sulky?" Kirishima finally said.

"You... Did you hate it? That thing you did with me?" Bakugou breathed through his open mouth. "Do you think of it as a blemish on your life?"

"I don't," Kirishima promised. He tugged at his shirt collar. "I want to kiss you again, Bakugou."

Bakugou's head was full of fog. "Haa? Seriously, you bastard, what are you messing with me for."

Kirishima rubbed his face with both hands, his hair was sticking up where he had ruffled it and his eyes looked wide, if not a little manic. "I'm not messing with you. I've always thought of you as a friend but ever since that kiss... Maybe you don't even think about me, the way I've thought about you-"

Bakugou closed his eyes and summoned a deep breath, holding it in. Turning his head a fraction, as though straining to hear the notes of a song playing softly in the air, he looked blindly skyward. He was getting close to getting what he wanted and it made him want to push Kirishima away. "Stop it. I don't get what you're talking about, it's gross-"

"If you think it's gross then... Why did you ask if I hated it?"

"Ah?"

Kirishima broke into a mirthless laugh. "You were expecting something, weren't you? When we got in here."

"Haa!" His heart was beating double-time. "Expecting what?! Are you an idiot?! You're fucking annoying. You and I kiss. The hell is that-"

"Then... Reject me, but I like you Bakugou." Kirishima inched his face forward, bringing their mouths within the same breathing space…

Bakugou was getting worked up, his muscles froze. "K-Kirishima..."

"If you don't like it. Then hit me right now." Kirishima lips entwined with Bakugou's for a second before he broke away. "Stop me. If you want."

Bakugou brushed his hand across Kirishima's cheek. "Stop... being so fucking timid." He gripped Kirishima's hair so he could guide his kisses.

He's a little too aggressive with his kisses. Even his pecks are harder than they should be, he's more inexperienced than he come off, Kirishima pondered.

He bit Bakugou's bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth and sucked on it a bit. He puts one hand on the back of his neck, his fingertips reaching up into his hair, and the other tightly wound around his waist. Bakugou started to kiss his neck, rolling his hips forward against his with deliberate and suggestive intent. Kirishima had the biggest grin on his face. He ran his hand through Bakugou's hair but suddenly stopped at a realisation.

"Oh, Bakugou," he said, his breath tickling his ear. "I think you might've stolen my quirk."

"Shut up! Ignore it if you don't want to die!" Bakugou sent sparks forward, causing a singed wood smell to permeate the closet.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Come back." Kirishima tried to hold onto Bakugou who shoved his face away in response.

"I don't do things half-assed. This means you're mine, Kirishima." He wagged a finger at him.

"Can I tell our friends then?" Kirishima rocked back and forth on his heels.

"Why do we need to tell them anything?!" Bakugou stood back and sent up more explosions, making flashes of light in the darkness.

"It feels like I'm deceiving them otherwise. I don't want to do that." His posture went limp as if all his bones had dissolved away, leaving only his skin to make do with standing.

"You're like a kid. If we were to go public, there's no way the media would leave us alone. I don't want some homophobic asshole judging you. It's not like our classmates are discreet, they would talk. Right now we're just teenagers aiming to become heroes. But I will become the number one hero. Then no-one can complain..." He put a firm hand on Kirishima's shoulder and squeezed it. "So for now, don't tell anyone."

Kirishima sighed. "I got it, but not being able to tell anyone sucks." He gave a puppy-dog pout.

"Fuck, fine, you can tell IcyHot... since... he knows I like you." He shifted away. A warm girly blush pinched his cheeks.

"Really?! Thank you Bakugou." Kirishima was about to crush him in a hug when the door clicked open.

"Times up. You crazy kids have fun?" Ashido beamed, she made a kissy face.

"Time for bed," Bakugou said as he pushed past her.

"Kirishima you're up," Sero yelled from the circle and he waved him over.