"The explosive boy conflict"

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Thirty minutes had passed since Mina and his friends had been chatting about how to find out who Midoriya liked. Kirishima wasn't listening to anything, because he wasn't interested in finding out through a plan.

Rather, he wanted to find out on his own. He would hear it coming from his mouth, digest the answer, and decide what to do with the information before making a decision.

"Are you listening to me, Kirishima?" Mina patted him on the shoulder, getting his attention immediately.

"No," He admitted sincerely. He didn't want a plan, he wanted answers.

"Pay attention to what I'm saying," Mina scolded him. "What we're talking about is important"

"Also what I feel is important," Kirishima snapped into space.

He stopped instantly. He had said something he shouldn't have.

Now the point of interest wasn't Midoriya, but him. And he wasn't looking to be the center of attention. It would be a disaster if he were, because he would end up giving himself away drastically and silence would approach him in a bad way.

"I'm not going to talk about it," He warned. "So don't try to ask me why, because I won't tell you"

"Ah, don't be like that," Mina claimed. "At least have the decency to tell us what's wrong with you. You've been bored for half an hour and you don't say anything"

"If you want to know who Midoriya likes, why don't you ask him directly?" Kirishima said, frowning. |We don't have to create a plan to find out something that we can know if we ask him directly"

"Bro, what's wrong with you?" Kaminari asked incredulously. "You're being weird"

"More than weird," Sero said. "You seem like you like Midoriya."

"So what if I do?" Kirishima growled. "What if I like him?" He asked. He swallowed and added, "There's nothing wrong with it."

Exactly, he told himself, there's nothing wrong with me liking Midoriya.

"How manly of you to tell us that," Kaminari shot, being the least surprised of the group at his confession, since he liked gossip. And if he did find out, he would get excited, but he accepted the revelations quite openly. "You would have told us before"

"I just found out," Kirishima replied. "It's recent"

"So you won't cooperate with the plan to find out who Midoriya likes?" Mina barged in, startling Kirishima.

He recovered from the side of him, leaning back in the chair.

"Of course I'll cooperate," He pointed out, clasping his hands. "I won't step aside just because of my feelings. I can cooperate with the goal I set for myself from the beginning and enjoy some of my time with Midoriya. I have nothing to lose at this point, because if Bakugou doesn't do anything about it, I'll get in the way"

"That's right bro," Kaminari supported him.

"You're quite a man," Sero chanted. "Let Bakugou know that his explosiveness will pay off."

"Yes brother! Steal a kiss from Midoriya in front of Bakugou, let's see if that way he learns that doing nothing is not manly, "Kaminari added, raising his fists in the air.

"Hey, hey," Mina called out for attention. "Much ado about nothing with you," she boasted. "We have to put the plan together, guys," She hurried, snapping her fingers.

"I'll take care of finding out who Midoriya likes," Kirishima offered assertively. Now he wanted his friends not to interfere in Midoriya's life, not even a trace of a doubt, he wanted to allow it. Well, it wasn't his initial intention.

"No, you're just going to want to flirt with him," Mina claimed.

"No, my bro isn't like that," Kaminari defended. "He is respectful and will not harm Bakugou or Midoriya"

"Of course not," Kirishima reproached, offended. "I won't mess with Midoriya with bad intentions. In any case, if I mess with him, I'll do it because I want to treat him well"

"Aw, how cute," Mina crooned. "But this is not the time to talk about romance. It's time to talk about what we will do now. Everyone already knows their part in the plan to make Bakugou fall directly into Midoriya's arms, right?" He asked to make sure that the four of them would fulfill their part fairly and effectively during training. The four of them nodded, contagious with enthusiasm.

They would do their part.

In the morning's training, the four of them had taken their respective positions in the training hall.

The plan was as follows: Kirishima would be the one who would put Midoriya in the correct position so that he instinctively caught Bakugou in midair; Sero, who would provoke Bakugou, after provoking him, would tie him (or at least try to tie him) with his ribbons, in that Mina and Kaminari would make fun of him, causing him to also react with a fury, also getting rid of Sero, that for those Moments he must have directed Bakugou, without his realizing it, to the point where if he propelled himself, he would end up falling straight into the warm arms of the freckled boy. The plan couldn't fail.

In a way, the plan seemed silly. Comical even. But oddly, those kinds of acts worked on the explosive boy, with an ease that gave you chills.

Either way, Kirishima approached Midoriya.

"Midoriya, how are you?" The aforementioned turned to him, looking at him a little confused, but without wiping the smile from his face.

"Kirishima, hello," He greeted him with a nod.

"Ready to train?" He dialogued, trying to sound as casual as he could exercise.

"Yes, and you?"

"Quite a bit, I come with all the energy in the world." He jumped swinging from one foot to the other. He was grinning broadly and showing his push-ups. "Training always puts me in a good mood, don't you Midoriya?"

"Yes, me too," Midoriya smiled. "I hope my new technique comes out today, if not at least make a breakthrough"

"If it's about you, of course you will make it" He encouraged him, making fists in the air, being a clear sign that he supported the person he liked.

"Do you think I'll make it?" The little glint that hung from his eyes was a heart attack on Kirishima, who was hit openly. Without feeling clearly offended by picking on someone who was forbidden from future approaches.

"Of course you will." He took two steps, standing right in front of the curly boy, daring to put his hand on top of him. His raised hand, he touched very briefly, the other's shoulder. Rubbing against the fabric of the suit, instantly noticing how scarred he was. "You are Midoriya, I have no doubt what you are capable of doing on your own."

Damn, I don't want to let go of him, he cursed.

"Thank you very much! I'll do my best,"Midoriya exclaimed, taken by the momentum." You too, Kirishima. You have my support" He said, at the same time he put his hand on his shoulder and it was the culmination of knowing each other in heaven.

Did someone else's touch ever feel so good?

Is it that Bakugou has been a victim of that touch for the last few years and resisted against his will the sensation of being touched by the softest fabric of all? The sweet velvet was like a balm for the discomfort of the heart.

Without being able to resist, instinctively he took the hand that was touching his shoulder as a sign of support, and drew it to him with a pull, surprising his counterpart, who looked at him frightened.

"W-what is it?"

I must be crazy if I try something with Midoriya, he scolded himself.

"Do you need my help with something, Kirishima?" Midoriya asked worriedly. "I-is everything okay?"

I'm a fool in this, if I worry about wanting him close, he called himself an idiot. His eyes avoided the curly boy's green orbs and swiftly turned to the boy looking at him. Bakguou watched him from a distance with a frivolous desire to assassinate him the moment he dared to approach Deku.

His face screamed "you are a dead man", but Kirishima did not fear for his life, because he was not afraid of Bakugou.

I'm not afraid of you, Bakugou. It was the look that Kirishima returned without regret. Look at me all you want, but I won't do what you ask of me.

Bakugou, on the other hand, claimed with his red eyes that Deku was forbidden. Clearly untouchable from anyone who dared lay their hands on him.

Kirishima isn't afraid of the murderous looks from his best friend, because he has nothing to lose if he approaches Midoriya; Furthermore, he doesn't know who the sweet boy next to him might like.

Instead of being intimidated, he challenges Bakugou with the audacity he has, to pull Midoriya's hand, go up to his wrist and grab his grip on it; receiving in return, a violent blush from the other.

Surely, she had no idea what was going on with him, just as he had no idea why he decided to take the boy's hand, instead of carrying out his part of the plan.

He lightly squeezed Midoriya's wrist, who widened his eyes in fear.

"Um ..."

"Midoriya I want you to do me a favor," he blurted out, regretting what he will do from that moment on.

"Yes, tell me," Midoriya stated, not taking a second to reply.

"I want you to stand right here." With one last effort on his part, he shook off the contact of his wrist, bringing both hands to his shoulders and posed him like a post in the plane where the rest would happen of the plan.

Confusion was evident on Midoriya's face, but he wouldn't stop him from fulfilling what he had promised.

In less than an instant, the plan unfolded so smoothly and wonderfully that it was scary how perfect his friends were at controlling the beast.

Midoriya turned to see the scene in which they played with Bakugou's pride, mastering it with the dexterity the Bakusquad possessed to handle the somewhat disastrous resolution of his plans. Although, they did not have the strategic content that Midoriya's group did, but they, with their low intelligence, could put together plans as cold, as perfect to obtain what they proposed.

That is the essence of Bakusquad without Bakugou.

Kirishima took a few steps back, watching as Bakugou fell in the fury of his endeavor, propelled by the power of his explosions, he inertia went to the point where Kirishima positioned Midoriya.

The perfection of the plan was such that the explosive boy crashed into Midoriya's torso with open arms, due to the grenades from his suit. Midoriya instinctively encircled the body of his childhood friend with his arms, falling backwards.

He felt strange seeing such a scene. Bakuguo in Midoriya's arms.

An unusual sight. And nothing inspiring.

However, seeing them lying on the ground, he could see the huge blush that covered Bakugou's face, who, daunted by the contact, leaned slightly at Midoriya's contact. His red eyes lit up, they were dedicated to admiring the arms that welcomed him; His hands covered by the gloves of the suit, gave him a light squeeze in recognition of the other, looking nervous and agitated by the situation in which they were.

Midoriya didn't seem to react. On the contrary, he was like a statue. Stiff and unable to move.

Before Midoriya could return to reality, Bakugou hit him on the chin using his grenade, sending poor Midoriya's head to the ground and his eyes as wild as his pupils.

The worried wave of his classmates rushed to the aid of the curly-haired boy, while in his place, the blonde stood up showing a shadowed face.

"Don't touch me again, Deku," He warned in a low, harsh voice. So much so that he could cut the tension with a knife. He stalked off without looking at his friends. He didn't say a word to them.

Annoyed, he went after him ready to reprimand him for his assignment. He was wrong to have hit Midoriya for falling into his arms. It was ridiculous that he took such attitudes towards him. Such acts must be judged.

He followed the shadow of his friend, huffing down the bridge of his nose. He was going to reprimand him. He would put him in his place. He heard a thunderous bang, which made him stop at his boxes.

Kirishima tiptoed along the wall that led to the access to the men's lockers.

He heard the grinding of teeth coming from the hall.

"Deku"

That voice.

It's Bakugou.

He leaned against the wall, breathing slow and deep. He exercised the strategy of silence so as not to be noticed.

He peered out from him to get a glimpse of the panorama passing by on the other side.

Bakugou's fist lay glued to the wall, he gasped for breath. He was trembling. He was shaking a lot.

Kirishima opened his eyes, surprised at the scene he was silently witnessing. Under his own judgment.

"Deku" The cut voice of his friend betrayed his internal conflict. "Deku," He breathed out, hunching shakily toward the ground. His appearance revealed that he was on the verge of giving in to tears. "Hug me, damn it" He sucked in a breath. "Hug me, you fucking idiot," he breathed in fear. "Hug me, Deku," he asked, surrendered to his desire. He fell to his knees, continuing to shake.

Kirishima was torn between a rock and a hard place. He imprisoned between his friend and the person he liked.

What trouble had he gotten himself into?