"Threatening the explosive boy"

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He had come to the conclusion that his feelings for Midoriya were nothing more than a whim. A senseless whim for having embarked on a journey with the purpose of helping his best friend, behind his back.

He seemed predestined that he would end up noticing Midoriya, either on a whim or by attraction. Whatever the source of such feelings, he didn't prevent his heart from racing every time he laid his eyes on the green locks of his hair. He was lost in the vast immensity that was his hair, but above all in his eyes, which gave the illusion of lighting up any landscape. Even the darkest gloom of Japan.

His intense need to help others overwhelmed his emotions at any moment. The use of sentiment was second-hand, when it was clear that his best friend suffered for the person he liked. And it wasn't nice to see his emotionally constipated face all the time.

Even though he didn't tell Bakugou, his friends were already angry to see his emotional constipation all the time. He, by his side, was uneasy to contemplate the spasms that Bakugou made with his eyebrows and jaw, when someone dared to lay a hand on Midoriya.

He ventured to guess that it was because they were touching without his permission, to the person that he had jealously focused his attention and that if someone tried to take it away in some way, things would get ugly, because they would have awakened the beast that inhabited him. In his whole person, the result of his lack of understanding of the feelings that made him up in the two-legged pump that was his friend.

But what could be done? It was Bakugou.

The spitting image of someone literally explosive.

An explosive bomb covered in nitroglycerin, with the smell of caramel. The sweet bomb of the taste of him once tasted.

It was then that it occurred that the only way to deal with the mess that he created out of hobby or whatever reason, is to directly confront Bakugou. He knew it wasn't the wisest thing to do, but if no one confronted Bakugou and brought him down from his explosive cloud of greatness, no one else would.

The only exception was Midoriya, with whom Bakugou showed a trace of human emotion palpable enough to be real, but other than that, not a soul managed to get traces of emotion out of his constipated stone-carved expression that is his face.

Kirishima knew it. He could barely understand him.

He would confront him even if they both disagreed in the conversation, Kirishima had to make him react.

And why confront him? Kirishima wanted to know how aware the explosive boy was of his feelings. Once knowing it, he would take the reins of the problem and exercise the next step that involved Midoriya, who had already bought possessed enormous power and dominance over the explosive boy, which exceeded the borders of the conceivable.

Confident that his strategy would work, even though it was not the best he had come up with, he would try in different ways how Bakugou and Midoriya end up together; Yes or yes.

He would take risks in order for his best friend to achieve the happiness he so deserves.

He walked safely with the tray of food, taking a seat next to Bakugou, who immediately glared at him, raising his protective barriers two lines from the ones that were already imposed.

"What do you want?" Bakugou growled at him.

"Nothing," Kirishima replied, overcoming the slight fear that invaded him with his attitude. A part of his bully countenance was due to the component of his personality, but there were small features that reflected in detail a tiny happiness.

"So what's your fucking problem with sitting here with that stupid smile intending to tell me something?" Bakugou inquired, clenching his fists. "Come on, spit it out."

"What are you talking about?" Kirishima pretended, grinning as loudly as he could get.

Bakugou eyed him with intentions of exploiting him.

You could tell he was in no mood to deal with his manias.

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about, spiky hair."

Kirishima gulped, his eyes darting over the cafeteria tables, stopping to fix his pupils on Midoriya's distinguished hair.

"Yes, I know". Kirishima accepted, with a slight nod of the head; without taking his eyes off Midoriya. Bakugou made an angry face, detecting with his eyes that he was looking at Midoriya. "I wanted to talk to you about Midoriya."

"I know what you four are up to," Bakugou snapped, looking offended.

"What?" Kirishima blinked, not expecting that answer.

"You think I haven't noticed that you are trying to match me up with Deku?" At Kirishima's silence, he continued speaking. "You are all a bunch of useless people who think that matching people up is a game, but I don't share those stupid ideals. It didn't take me long to realize your tricks, you are too obvious, that even the useless half and half would realize that" He fiercely broke the piece of meat that would end up in his mouth, twisting his upper lip with a skill that hinted that he would execute whoever dared to touch him. "Don't underestimate me, ball of useless extras," He said with disgust. "I won't be with Deku to satisfy you. The nerd is not worth a penny what I am worth in a lifetime"

"Are you aware of what you're saying?" Kirishima interrupted him, giving him the shock that the explosive boy ignored because of his anger.

"Hah?" He chewed on the piece of meat, raising his eyebrows. "Aware of what?"

"Midoriya is worth nothing in your eyes?" He launched into asking.

Bakugou slightly jumped his eyes open. Once swallowing the piece of meat, he took a slow breath.

"Is Midoriya nothing to you?" Kirishima insisted, urging him to respond.

"I didn't say that"

"That's what you just said, Bakugou," He emphasized in a way annoyed with him.

"Did I say something that wasn't true?" He replied with mock disinterest. Kirishima got it. Bakugou would turn the subject around, as long as not to be honest. It was his silly pride. "As much as the stupid nerd tries to be someone in life. He never will be"

"You're wrong about that," Kirishima corrected. "Midoriya is worth a lot and you know it."

"What did you say, bastard?" Bakugou demanded, indignant.

"You may have realized what we have been doing but I know how you really feel about Midoriya. You aren't going to pretend with me" He sentenced him consistently. "I know you. I know that you are hiding based on lies and that twisted pride that you have"

Bakugou looked attacked. He watched him carefully, panicking. His breath hitched and he paled.

"I hate Deku," Bakugou muttered, laboriously. "It's true that I hate him. I can't stand him"

"That's a lie," Kirishima denied with conviction.

Bakugou's breath caught.

"I found out everything," he stated. "I know you like Midoriya," he told him in a low voice, causing an immense flush on his face.

"N-no," The blonde stuttered, evidenced. His pride wouldn't let him admit it.

Kirishima would have to pressure him.

"No!" Bakugou defended.

"So anyone can choose Midoriya and it won't affect you?" Kirishima asked, putting the blonde in a torturous situation, in which lying to his face was fine enough, but he would not be convinced by whatever his options were. Whatever Bakugou answered from his question, Kirishima knew the truth before.

"Of course not," He replied, looking clearly affected by his question.

"If someone tries to stay with him, will you do something about it?"

"No" .

"Would you let him kiss someone other than you?"

"No"

"What if someone tries to take him from you?"

"What kind of mediocre questions are those, spiky hair?" Bakugou attacked, shaking his head.

Just a little more.

He needed to make him aware of his feelings.

"Come on man, I'm not going to judge you if you like the person you say you hate," Kirishima encouraged impatiently.

"Shut up," Bakugou cut in, breathing through the bridge of his nose. "You don't know me, you bloody fool. Deku is none of my damn business. What happens to the nerd, I'm not interested"

"So if I kiss him, it won't be any of your business?" Kirishima asked.

Silence.

The tension emanating from the blond's body was perceived as a toxic fragrance; similar to a thick haze invaded with toxicity suppressing Bakugou's pride, which he assumed were the internal machinations that haunted his friend and for good reason. That twisted pride of him.

"If I touch him, it won't bother you? If I try to be his friend. If I end up liking him" Kirishima listed, as a last resort.

"Enough," Bakugou replied, trembling.

"If I dare to hug him."

"Enough" .

"If I become his first kiss"

"Enough!" Exclaimed his friend, upset. "Enough, enough, enough!" He covered his ears. "Shut up, spiky hair. Don't go on any further. Don't say such nonsense. Don't say them "He narrowed his eyes, desperate. "Leave me the fuck alone."

Kirishima smirked, knowing he hit the mark.

"Leave me alone." He uncovered his ears, opened his eyes, and watched him fiercely. "Don't you dare lay a hand on Deku. Don't you dare tell me those things," He warned insolently. "I'll kill you if you dare approach Deku with those intentions."

"Now are you going to admit your feelings? Or do you intend to wander for years without taking action on the matter?" Kirishima hinted, looking at him mischievously.

Bakugou bit his lower lip. He broke another piece of meat and popped it into his mouth.

"Deku is off limits," He threatened, after shoving another piece of meat into his mouth and chewing it savagely. "You touch him, I'll pulverize you. That simple"

Just when Kirishima was about to reply, Bakugou added:

"Don't pretend you like Deku."

Kirishima raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"What? I didn't pretend" He replied in alarm.

"I know you don't like Deku," He said confidently. "Because it was the worst joke that could have occurred to your spiky-haired brain."

"I didn't lie when I said I liked him," Kirishima arranged, frowning slightly. Bakugou arched an eyebrow. He stopped eating. "I like Midoriya." Pause. "I really like him"

They looked into each other's eyes for a brief fraction of a second, enduring the tension that existed between them. A tension so great that it could be broken if touched.

Kirishima was sure that he had made him react in the stupidest way, but it was the only idea that came to his mind.

"Are you serious?" The blonde muttered, intimidated.

"Of course I am," Kirishima shot. "Do you think I'd be joking about my feelings? No. Not crazy I would. I like Midoriya and if you don't do anything about it, then I will". The eyes of his friend expressed terror.

"What are-"

"I'll take him from you if necessary," Kirishima warned seriously. Bakugou's face screamed fear in his purest expression. His terror could be felt. He could tell how much he adored his nerd, but he wouldn't admit it because of his twisted pride. "Because I'm getting tired of your lack of initiative to do things. I've had enough of seeing you suffering with your stupid emotional constipation face and Midoriya crying because of you. It's enough of your pride". He slapped the table hard and left him alone.

He only hoped he had made him react with that threat.

His terrified face said it all.

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NOTE: This is an entertaining chapter. I did enjoyed it when I wrote in in Spanish before, and now that I translate it, it made me remember a chapter that I did quiet liked.