"Finals are in a week," Denki groaned, banging his head down on the table. He shook it back and forth, causing his hair to flop down on his face. Hanta sat down next to him, placing one of his arms on his friend's back with a small laugh. "Hanta, why?" Denki groaned, turning his head to look at the black-haired boy.

Eijirou snickered at his friend's antics as he sat down at the table. The food in front of him made his stomach growl loudly, causing his face to go slightly red. He grabbed his chopsticks and began to dig in. "Because I love you," he joked, laying a little more on his friend.

"Lies," Denki hissed, turning and shoving the taller man off of him. "All lies."

Mina walked over to their table, Bakugou following behind her with a scowl on his face. "What are we lying about?" she asked, cocking her head to the side curiously as she sat down next to Denki, leaving the only open space next to Eijirou. The redhead tried not to blush as his crush sat down next to him.

"Hanta loving me," Denki explained as he grunted, pushing his friend off of him.

"I'm not lying," Hanta whined, putting both of his arms over the smaller boy, pressing on him. He let out a grunting breath before he slid out underneath the table, making the black-haired boy fall. He wriggled his way out underneath the table and then sprinted away from the group. Hanta laughed and looked at the line, seeing a head of blond hair with a black lightning bolt pop up. "I'm going to go get some food since the line is shorter now," he said, standing up and following after where Denki had run to.

"God, I wish they would just fuck already," Mina groaned, rolling her eyes before she began to eat her own food.

Bakugou nearly choked on his own food as he heard his friend said. "The fuck, Mina?" he asked, not even realizing that he had used her first name instead of her normal nickname.

Mina, on the other hand, took great notice of it. "Bakubro! You called me Mina!" she squealed, bouncing up and down in her seat as she dropped her chopsticks and reached over to the table awkwardly to try and hug her explosive friend.

"Fucking Raccoon eyes, get off of me," he growled, shoving her off. Eijirou placed his hand over his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter. When Mina had finally let go of him, he turned to her with an unamused expression, "Something funny, shitty hair?" he asked.

"Nope," he shook his head, the word coming out through giggles and snorts.

"You fucking liar," Bakugou hissed, narrowing his ruby red eyes. "You're fucking laughing at me!"

"No!" Eijirou shook his head. "I'm not, I promise!"

"Then what the fuck are you laughing at?" he asked, snapping the chopsticks he had on his tray so that part of one of them was still stuck to the other.

"That's bad luck, you know," Mina said, giving Eijirou a look as she saw that he had been fumbling for an answer.

"Like Hell I'd ever get bad luck," he rolled his eyes, beginning to eat his food.

"You never know," she shrugged. They ate in silence for a moment before Denki and Hanta came back over, both of them blushing up to their ears and awkwardly glancing at each other.

"What the fuck happened to you two?" Bakugou asked, looking them up and down.

"Yeah, what happened?" Eijirou asked, looking up from where he was staring nervously down at his lunch.

"Uh," Denki said, sitting down at the table and just staring at his food for a moment. "This girl came up to us, I think she was from like Gen Ed or Marketing. And she just came up to us and said that she loved us being such an open couple? And I don't know how to deal with this?"

"Den! Emergency talk!" Mina squealed, pulling her phone out and texting him about something that apparently only they were allowed to know about. Denki slowly pulled his phone out as well, still in a bit of a daze as he replied to her.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, "You two are really playing into the teenager stereotype, you know that?"

"No we're not, we're having an emergency conversation," Mina giggled.

"Turns out they're just sending each other emojis to each other and want to make us think that they're doing something important," Eijirou snorted.

"We are not," Denki snapped, pulling his legs up to his chest so that he was hiding his phone from the rest of the group a bit better.

"And Raccoon Eyes says that Pikachu and Tape Arms are the ones that need to fuck," he rolled his eyes with a huff. Eijirou placed a hand over his mouth, trying to hold in the food while he laughed.

"What?" Hanta asked, looking between the two of them with confusion. "What's going on?" he asked.

Eijirou stopped laughing enough that he wouldn't choke and swallowed. "Nothing," he shook his head.

They ate for a few moments in relative silence, with scoffs and snickers coming from Mina and Denki as they texted each other. "Hey Bakubro," Eijirou said, looking up at the boy next to him. "You're like the third student in the class, right? Academics wise, I mean."

"Damn fucking straight," he growled, narrowing his eyes menacingly. "Why?"

"I was wondering if you could help me study?" he asked, wincing a bit and shrinking down on himself as he waited for the rejection.

"Okay," he shrugged. "God knows you fucking need it," the blond chuckled. The group stopped and fell dead silent for a moment after they heard the sound stop, each one of them trying to figure out what had just happened.

"The fuck are you all staring at?" Bakugou asked a moment later, glancing up from his food and around at his friends. They all began to shout excuses and explanations at the same time, making their words incoherent. "One at a fucking time, you heathens!" Bakugou chided, sounding like the Mom friend they all needed.

"We're the heathens?" Hanta asked, sounding slightly offended. "You're the one-"

He stopped talking as the explosive blond shot him a telling look. He then turned away, talking to Denki. "Hey Denki, would you like to study with me tonight? I need some help with English and you're the best person I know for that."

"Fucking Pikachu knows English?" Bakugou asked, genuinely surprised.

"Hey!" Denki whined, slumping down a little bit.

"Sorry about this, Den, but I have to side with Bakubro," Mina sighed, looking at him with the same amount of surprise.

"I really like to read," Denki explained, toying with some of his food. "My Dad travels to America a lot and he brings books back for me a lot."

"You should see his room," Hanta said. "It's covered in books. He wouldn't survive if there was an earthquake."

"You've been to his house?" Eijirou asked, glancing between the both of them with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah. I mean, he's helped me study English before," the black-haired boy explained quickly, a slight blush taking over the tips of his ears.

"I ship it," Mina whispered through giggles, leaning forward over her food.

"What's so funny?" Hanta asked, looking incredibly confused.

Denki put his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands as he tried to fight the embarrassment. Eijirou just snickered along with his pink friend, enjoying watching the other two.

"Hey Denki, can we talk?" Jirou asked as she walked over to the table. The blond in question nodded fervently and stood up, walking after his childhood friend.

"So, Hanta," Mina said, turning to her friend with a devious smile. "Tell us the real reason you were at Den-Den's house."

"To study English!" he shouted, refusing to look at her.

"You're lying, just like he said you were earlier," she narrowed her eyes. Eijirou rolled his eyes, finishing off the rest of his food as the two began to bicker back and forth.

"Eijirou," a soft voice called out for him. The red-haired teenager glanced up, looking to where it had come from. He felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that it was Bakugou who had called him by his real name. "Whose house are we gonna meet up for this shitty study date?"

"Would you mind meeting up at mine? My mom said she was gonna make cookies today after her cases," Eijirou offered, eager now that they were talking about spending time together.

"Better than my old hag," he grumbled. "She'd just stand there and scream at us."

"Your mom does not sound like a very nice lady," the teenager chuckled awkwardly.

"She's not, trust me," he growled, rolling his eyes a bit. They sat and ate in silence, or as silent as it could be when Mina was trying to toy information out of Hanta that he didn't have.

Eijirou looked up suddenly, gasping as he remembered the conversation that he had had with Tetsutetsu on the last day of their internship. "I have to go do something," he said, standing up and walking away from the table, ignoring the comments the Bakusquad was shouting at him as he left. He glanced over the cafeteria, easily able to find the two people he needed to. He raced over to them, darting around people easily due to the training he had been put through by their teachers.

"Iida! Yaoyorozu!" he called out, waving his hand through the air to get their attention.

"Oh Kirishima," Yaoyorozu smiled at him, turning and giving him a pleasant smile. "What can I help you with?"

"So, I was interning with Tetsutetsu and he said that class 1-B has a giant group chat with all of them so that they get to know each other better and stop arguing as much and I was wondering if you guys would be interested in doing something like that. It may even help get Bakugou to like the class better, cause I know our Bakusquad chat made him like us a little better," he rambled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh! That sounds like a great idea, doesn't it, Tenya?" the black-haired woman grinned, turning to the other class representative.

"It indeed does," Iida agreed, nodding. "We should bring it up with Aizawa-sensei before we do so, just to make sure that it is alright."

"Okay, well, bye!" Eijirou waved at them as he walked back to his friends. When he sat back down at the table, they all turned to him, talking quickly.

"What was that about?"

"Why did you leave us?"

"Were you talking to Iida and Yaoyorozu?"

"One at a time, geez," he laughed. "I went to talk to them about getting a group chat for the class so we could get to know each other better."

"Oh! That sounds like a good idea," Mina giggled, clapping her hands together eagerly.

"Like I would want to talk to the rest of the fucking idiotic class," Bakugou muttered, rolling his eyes with a loud sigh.

"You like talking to us, though," Denki pointed out.

"We have our own fucking group chat to talk to each other," he pointed out with a glare.

"I mean, someone needs to watch over us, and you're the most parental out of all of us," Hanta pointed out, ignoring the fact that it would probably get the explosive boy extremely upset at him.

"You're fucking right," Bakugou rolled his eyes. "If I leave you fuckers alone for more than two minutes you'll get yourselves fucking killed."

"Aw c'mon," Mina whined.

"He's not wrong," Eijirou grinned.

"He's really not," Denki snorted.

Mina opened her mouth to say something, but just then the five-minute bell rang, signaling that they had to get ready to go the rest of their classes for the day.

"I'm kind of nervous about what they're going to make us do for the practicals," Eijirou hummed when they had gotten about halfway back to their houses.

"I'm sure it won't kill all of us," Bakugou joked, a smirk resting on his lips.

"Just the weaklings, right?" he joked back, knocking their shoulders together playfully. He instantly regretted the decision and wished he could take it back and hopefully not get injured but it was too late now.

Bakugou smirked a little wider, knocking his shoulder into the other teenagers just as he had done, much to Eijirou's relief. "Damn straight," he chuckled darkly. The red-haired boy shuddered, the sound going straight down to his nether regions, making him feel wet. A bit of his dysphoria kicked in, making him feel slightly uncomfortable in his own skin as his dysphoria always did. Bakugou looked over at him, raising one of his eyebrows. "Shitty Hair, you okay?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah," he nodded quickly, trying to not let into the fact that he felt disgusting. Lucky, the dysphoria had gotten rid of the arousal that he had been feeling. They walked in silence the rest of the way home, Eijirou only speaking when they reached the porch of his house. "My moms are kinda… overbearing sometimes, just so you know." he grinned, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

Bakugou just grunted as he pushed past the other boy into the house, stopping in the doorway as he waited for the redhead. The teenager cleared his throat, snapping out of his daydream and walking into the house after him. "Mama! I'm home," he called out into the house, looking down the hall and into the kitchen where both of his mothers were nearly covered in flour. He chuckled, raising his eyebrows at both of them, "What were you two doing?" he asked with a laugh.

"Making cookies," Chihiro replied with a giggle. "Your mom got off work earlier and decided to help me."

Aiko looped her arms around her wife's waist, moving behind her while both of her arms embraced the red-haired woman. She leaned over, kissing her cheek with an amused grin. "Do you wanna help?" she asked.

"I actually have a friend over so that we can study," he laughed, placing a hand over his mouth and looking away from his mothers to his crush, who was standing in the doorway and looking confused.

"Oh!" his mother laughed, looking over to him as well. "We'll let you go study then."

"Bye," he waved to them as he walked out of the kitchen, guiding him down the hall.

"Be safe kids!" Aiko shouted when they were almost down to his room.

"Mom!" he cried out, his entire face growing hot as he blushed darkly. Bakugou just chuckled as he walked into Eijirou's room, even though he was obviously incredibly awkward. "Sorry about them," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck as he shut the door to his room.

"It's fucking fine," he growled, looking around the room. He cleared his throat, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink, "where can I sit?" he asked.

"The bed is fine, if you don't mind," Eijirou said, sitting down on his well-made bed and dropping the bag down next to it. Bakugou followed his example, but put his bag on the bed, opening it and getting out several textbooks. The redhead huffed out a breath as he looked over all the material, his eyebrows raised in an overwhelmed manor.

Bakugou glanced up, chuckling a bit as he took out a binder last of all. "You overwhelmed, Shitty Hair?" he asked, amusement heavy in his voice.

"A little bit, yeah," he laughed, running a hand through his hair that was no longer nearly as gelled as it had been when he started the day.

"What did you expect? I am the third in the class," the blond teased, giving him a pointed look.

"I didn't think anyone could be this organized if they were gonna be friends with me," he chuckled nervously.

"Whatever, Shitty Hair," he rolled his eyes. "What do you need help studying?" he asked, glancing over his own notes that were perfectly organized in his binder.

"Uh, everything?" he asked, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"Of course you do, Shitty Hair," Bakugou sighed, looking at him with the same look he had given him earlier, which sent a shiver down the redhead's back.

They studied with each other for what seemed like no time at all, just talking and getting so off track that Bakugou had to completely restart a couple explanations. They were now laying down on the bed, close enough that they were almost touching all the way down. Their shoulders brushed up against each other as they laughed, rocking back and forth childishly. The bed was covered in papers and textbooks and notes, all of which mostly forgotten as they talked to each other. The book in front of them was for a subject that Eijirou already knew perfectly well, but he didn't want to stop spending time with the other teenager.

"God, Shitty Hair," Bakugou rolled his eyes at what he had just said. He opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by a knock at the door.

He stood up with a sigh, walking over to the door and opening it. "It's time for dinner, is your friend staying?" Chihiro asked, her voice soft enough that the other boy couldn't hear her.

"I'll ask," he sighed, not realizing that it had gotten that late. He turned back into his room, "Bakubro, do you wanna stay for dinner?"

"Can I?" he asked, sounding kinda hopeful. Eijirou nodded, and the blond responded, "Yeah I would like to stay."

The redhead turned back to his adoptive mother, "he says yeah."

"Okay," she smiled, turning and walking down the hall and back to the kitchen. Eijirou turned back to his friend, snickering a little bit as he saw the mess that they had made on his bed.

"Come on," he smiled, waving for his friend to follow after him to the dining room. Bakugou grumbled a bit as he got up off the bed around all the papers and textbooks. He walked over to the redhead, waiting before they both made their way down the hall. "Hey Moms," he greeted, sitting down at the table and motioning for his friend to sit down at the seat next to him.

"Hey sweet one," the red-haired woman greeted him with a bright smile. She placed the last bit of their meal on their table before she moved to the living room, telling her wife it was time for dinner. She sat down at the table and looking over to the ashy blond boy, "Eiji, I don't think you ever told me your friend's name."

"Oh," Eijirou blushed at both the nickname and the fact that he hadn't introduced his friend to either of his moms. Aiko walked to the table, sitting down next to her wife after pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. "This is Bakugou Katsuki," he said.

Bakugou just stared down at his plate awkwardly, not really one for conversation outside those he trusted. "It's nice to meet you," Chihiro greeted.

He glanced up at her, offering her a tight smile and saying, "It's nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Kirishima."

"Ito, actually, Eiji didn't take our last name when we adopted him," she corrected easily as she took the plate from in front of him and began to fill it with food. They continued eating dinner in relative silence, with the small, trivial questions that were always asked. Once they were finished, Eijirou was excused from his normal chores of helping one of his moms load the dishwasher due to the fact that he had a guest over. They walked back to his room silently, Bakugou only speaking again when they were behind the safety of the closed door.

"Your mom cooks really well," he commented, gathering a couple of his books up and shoving them into his backpack.

"I know, right?" he laughed. "She's gonna make me lose all my muscle when she starts baking around the winter time."

"What muscle?" Bakugou deadpanned, looking at up at him with the twinkle in his dark red eyes that let the redhead knew he was joking.

"Rude!" he shouted, sitting down heavily on his desk chair. He placed a hand on his arm and flexed a bit, "I like to think I have some very nice muscles, thank you very much!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that and one day the shitty lie may come true," the ashy blond shot back, packing up the last of his stuff. "You got all the notes you need, hair-for-brains?" he asked, slinging the pack over his shoulder.

"What happened to Shitty Hair?" he asked, pouting a bit as he was essentially called stupid.

"People can have more than one nickname, asshat," he rolled his dark red eyes.

"I should have all the notes, yeah," Eijirou grinned at the other boy, standing up from the chair and shuffling out of the room with him. It was only when they got to the front door that he spoke again, "Thanks for helping me with this, man. It really means a lot."

"Whatever, just don't fail, okay?" Bakugou said, looking at the other man with a slight bit of care.

"I'm sure I won't, not with the notes you left me!" he grinned devilishly, placing a hand on the back of his head.

"Whatever," he said again, a playful roll of his eyes accompanying the words. "Bye," he waved a bit awkwardly as he walked out the door, heading down the street to his house. Eijirou closed the door behind him, feeling a faint blush cling to his face once the boy had finally left.

He raced back to his room, not even stopping to talk to his moms as he tried to get to the privacy of his room. He locked the door behind him, turning off the lights as he flopped down onto his bed. He thought back to the fact that he had Bakugou had been touching and laying on his bed and getting to know each other before his thoughts strayed to that of the dirty kind. He wondered what the ashy blond would look like if he was on top of him, hands wandering all over each other while Eijirou sunk down onto his cock.

A wet spot began to dampen his underwear, and thankfully this time it didn't come with a tidal wave of dysphoria. He stood up, walking to the bathroom slowly as he replayed the fantasy over and over again in his head, only making himself more aroused. He locked the door behind him and began to strip, pulling every single piece of his clothing off. Once he was completely naked, he stepped into the shower. The water heated up quickly and he removed the spigot as soon as he had, pressing his hand on the wall as he moved it down to his vagina.

"Fuck," he grumbled, pressing his mouth against the arm that was on the wall to muffle the noise. The hot water berated his clit, making him shiver and moan. He could feel shivers of pleasure racing up from his clit and through his veins all over his body. After a few moments of that, he realized that there was no way that he was going to cum from just the shower head. He put it back, letting the water cascade over him and get him wet as his hand moved down to his vagina, slowly circling around the tight muscles and making himself shiver violently. He closed his eyes, imagining that instead of his hands it was Bakugou's.

"Katsuki," he moaned out as one of his fingers pushed past his tight entrance. He arched his back with a breathy gasp as he felt a shot of pleasure race through him. He slowly pulled the finger out, the ring of muscles feeling incredibly pleasurable. "Katsuki," he moaned again as he pulled the finger all the way out then shoved them back in.

It had been so long since the last time that he had done this that as soon as he had made a 'v' with the two fingers inside of him, he came hard and fast one his hand. "Kats-Katsuki," he moaned, leaning against the wall as he began to shake harshly. A string of pleasure raced over his body from his vagina all the way throughout all of his body like his nerves were on fire. He slowly pulled his fingers out of himself, moaning a bit at the overstimulation caused him to have an aftershock of an orgasm.

He washed himself off and got out of the shower. He dried himself off messily, not really caring if he was completely dry when he walked back to his bedroom tiredly, collapsing down on his bed.

Underneath him, his phone buzzed as he received a text from one of his friends. He grumbled, reaching under him and grabbing his phone to read the text.

Mina to Eiji-chan

How did your date go? 3

Eiji-chan to Mina

It wasn't a date Mina!

Mina to Eiji-chan

You wish it was a date then.

Eiji-chan to Mina

Yes, yes I do.

I have it so bad for him.

Mina to Eiji-chan

Time to play matchmaker!

Eiji-chan to Mina

…

There's nothing I can say to stop you, is there?

Mina to Eiji-chan

Nope!

Night Eiji-chan!

Have fun thinking about Bakubro!

Eijirou felt his face go bright red as he turned his phone off, but he was still too tired from his orgasm to do much else other than sleep. He sighed, rolling over in his bed and falling asleep.