"Acceptance: a new beginning"

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"Bro, what was that? What did you do?" Kaminari almost screamed into his ear to get the soup out of him what happened with Bakugou at the time of the break, where he decided to confront him.

Kirishima was reviewing in his head what he had said, because heck, he had said many things that not even in his remote dreams would have occurred to him to say to someone's face and emerge victorious from there.

Surely he said something worthy of an aspiring hero.

"I just confronted Bakugou," he said simply. "It wasn't a big deal."

"What did you say to him?" Sero asked him.

"Come on, tell us," Kaminari encouraged. "Nothing comes from here."

Kirishima made a nod that was interpreted as a demonstration that he would speak, followed by a sideways grimace.

"I just told him that if he didn't do anything to be with Midoriya, I would stay with him," He explained vehemently. His friends sighed in surprise. That encouraged him to continue: "I'm tired of seeing Midoriya suffer because Bakugou is embering not to talk to him because of a damn mindless whim on his part. I'm sick of everything slowing down. Bakugou is too indecisive for love and I won't be patient." He paused. He weighed it with his hands. "That's what happened."

"You are quite a man, bro" Kaminari applauded, excited. But he played along, just as excited as his friend.

The three of them walked through the front yard of the high school, enjoying the last warm winds that the change of seasons provided, since autumn was approaching at an essential speed in the area that fresh air accompanied the humor that traveled to both Bakugou and himself.

Their friendship had presented a slight break. A dent in the road.

Kirishima had instilled panic in the explosive boy. A justifiable fear, due to his ignorance of confessing directly to Midoriya, regardless of what he wanted. Whether Midoriya accepted him or rejected his confession.

Here Midoriya was the one who had the last decision.

"It was manly what you did," Kaminari appreciated with great pleasure. "I can't wait to see what Mina thinks when she finds out about this, she may not believe it!

"She doesn't need to find out yet." Kirishima warned, in righteousness. If her friend found out about what he did at recess, she would scold him for his recklessness, due to him having been devising a plan to bring Midoriya and Bakugou together in another related event in training. A plan of which he, personally, didn't share the same ideals.

If she carried out the plan, Bakugou would instantly realize it happened and pulverize the four of them, without regard for them.

"Why?" Sero asked innocently.

"If she finds out, she'll want to move things forward and I'm not willing to change the pace of my plans." Kirishima replied, in enveloping ease. "Midoriya advances at a different pace than us, even mine. I don't want to pressure him into something that he doesn't even have the responsibility of making all of this happen" . He returned his gaze to his friends, serious. "I bet Midoriya has no idea what happened behind his back. He doesn't know that Bakugou loves him and that I love him too."

His friends paused. They looked thoughtful and deep in his words.

"It's true." Kaminari broke the silence. "Midoriya must have no idea what happened between you two and our tricks."

"Poor guy" He expressed Sero, shaking his head. "He's so naive."

"Innocent," Kaminari chanted.

"A naive and innocent boy who brings in the class bullies fighting over him." Sero said mockingly. Kirishima laughed at this, enjoying the nonsense that her friends were saying, as they walked through the flower garden of the U.A. "He is worthy of envy."

"If 'Kacchan' doesn't do anything Midoriya will end up noticing my bro," Kaminari joked to encourage him.

"I have no doubts about that, my friend," Sero said, playing along.

Kirishima smiled at this.

They were in the vending machines, since he had a craving to drink an orange juice from the ones they gave in the little machines, because it came from the oranges that the U.A. he cultivated in the botanical garden that they had to the north of the facilities, over there in the forest.

The orange would refresh him, give him enough energy to attack. Just attack without mercy. Attack the feigned calm that wrapped Bakugou in a thin protective cloth.

Easily taking the juice out of the vending machine, he smiled motivated. He yanked the container open, refreshing himself with freshly squeezed juice from that morning.

Once finishing the gigantic sip he took of the drink, he grasped the container in his grip. There was not much to think about, having the charitable support, he would dare to add that affectionate of his friends in this matter. And in any other matter that he requires his deserved support.

The freshness of the orange, combined with the autumn weather, dispelled any negative thoughts that involved his failure to win the affections of the curly-haired boy.

He sighed knowing he was lucky with the support of his friends and with his own motivation.

I will give my all from now on.

The days passed and Bakugou had done nothing.

On the contrary, he had left the way open for him, for him to do as he pleased with Midoriya.

Kirishima didn't stop to think if what he was doing was right or wrong, he just did it, because he made him smile by spending much of his time next to the freckled boy. His unparalleled company is unlike any other he had before. The beautiful smiles, the freckles that stood out with his upturned lips, the endless afternoons of shared training, the tasks they did together, the mutual support that emerged between them in a natural, pleasant and fun way, they cultivated a beautiful friendship that didn't it took a long time to form.

It was worth mentioning that the more time he spent with Midoriya, the greater the irritation on the part of the explosive boy grew. So much so that he once exploded Midoriya's desk and was punished by Professor Aizawa, who made him clean the classroom for two weeks until it was in impeccable condition.

Bakugou's jealousy was in the air. They felt transparent, betrayed his impending despair at his separation from Midoriya.

He could skirt all of his irritation, the fog that covered his sadness. A sadness related to Midoriya, who had no idea what was going on with the explosive.

Kirishima couldn't help assuming it was his fault in meddling with the happy childhood friends who considered themselves rivals with jobs.

For Kirishima those two were neither childhood friends, nor even rivals. They were nothing. Midoriya and Bakugou didn't hit it off, neither before nor during their intervention.

Which led him to think how easily his "friendship" was broken with the slightest intervention or obstacle that got in the way of him.

It is then that he realized that Midoriya had grown in height, even exceeding his height, without exceeding his size in terms of muscle mass, since Midoriya's strength wasn't the weights in the arms, but ability and dexterity in the matter .

He took notice of his physical growth, which many credited with being cool of him. Every time it was more noticeable that the wave of girls was overflowing behind him and they didn't seem to decline soon, since the synergy that surrounded the boy was outstanding. His radiant energy illuminated wherever he set foot.

However, however things turned out as the weeks went by, Midoriya gave no indication of wanting more than being friends with Kirishima.

He deduced it officially, carefully and measured, after the series of events that occurred during the many dates (although Midoriya saw them as leaving friends, and not dates as such) that they had for the rest of the fall.

Which made it almost impossible not to realize how much Midoriya didn't reciprocate his feelings.

He was saddened by that, but there was no room to delve into the misery that his reflections gave, which did not contribute to anything good. They didn't get to the point where they expected a pleasant, beautiful and divine event that ended in happiness.

It was that he found himself in the conclusion that the error of everything had originated with him. With his blissful intervention, his cursed and inexcusable intervention of wanting to conquer Midoriya, outside of the objectives he had from the beginning. He got out of the focus of his main goal and now his friend looked incredibly miserable because of him. He himself provoked with his threat that Bakugou was reduced to a miserable little boy of sixteen.

Kirishima felt stupid for causing his friend this kind of suffering; taking into account that Bakugou did nothing about it to alleviate his miseries.

He had forgotten his priorities, being glued to Midoriya like gum.

He got into a war that he didn't know what he would win in return. Midoriya lived it calmly without worries, smiling at everyone, releasing his kind and luminous aura, helping all his teammates from 1A, adding to those from 1B, like the extraordinary person he was, but that did not solve anything. He contributed nothing to his friendship other than kind smiles, pure intentions, and undeniable hero growth. No more.

Midoriya gave no overt signs of being in love with anyone, including himself.

Midoriya did well his friendships, he did well as a hero, he did well in his role as a student, but he didn't play well as a couple. At least in his relationship with him, but that did not rule out that the circumstances would be the same with Bakugou. He based it on the simple basis of contributing events that Midoriya brought in friendships, which reflected the good person that he was, but not the good lover that he could be.

Such an approach exceeded the limits of prudence.

At the end of October, when he was finishing buttoning his uniform shirt, Midoriya had the audacity to approach him with two small rectangular pieces of paper in hand. Kirishima already knew in advance, what the papers were about. They were food coupons. Uraraka gave them to him from time to time and Midoriya invited either Todoroki or himself to use them on the day stipulated in the coupon piece.

This time it was hamburgers in the Harajuku district. He wouldn't deny that he was craving the hamburger, but he would have to decline the offer, because he could no longer bear to see his friend suffer from afar. Bakugou's clear suffering meant the lack of tact with his words, as well as the inability to put his feelings into words so that they could be transmitted to Midoriya's ears as a confession of love.

Not even someone as feared as Bakugou was, he had the pants to confess to the person he liked.

With a sad sigh, he saw the coupons clutched in the boy's scarred hand and added ruefully, "I'm sorry, Midoriya. But I can't accompany you to lunch today, maybe another time."

The boy's face visibly saddened, his forms fell flat against the ground. It was clear that wasn't expecting a rejection from him, since both used to retaliate the coupons very often and this time, there was a stop in their routine with friends.

"I understand" Was what the boy articulated, his freckles faded in a decayed pool of disappointment. He watched as he forced a smile, finding a way in his head to recover from the shock of his rejection. "I'll find someone else who wants to eat with me."

"Why don't you ask Bakugou," He suggested as naturally as he could.

"Kacchan?" His intonation reflected the impression of that, just as in his eyes a little fear intermingled with a translucent shimmer in his pupils was accentuated. "B-but Kacchan hates me, do you think he'll agree to eat with me?"

"Of course he will accept," Kirishima assured, with an amused smile. "Just insist and he'll accept. You will see how easy it is to make the explodo agree to go out with you. You have no idea how miserable he's been."

"Kacchan, miserable ?!" Midoriya exclaimed, fading. "It can't be! Why didn't I realize it before?" His eyes drenched with concern for the explosive boy, denoted how much he cared about his childhood friend.

It is unconditional love that he has for Bakugou. An immense love for him.

"I had noticed that he was sad, but Kacchan miserable," the freckled boy expressed with grave anguish. "It kills me inside. I need to help him" He looked at him for a few seconds, his lips trembling trying to formulate a "thank you" that came out in the form of "Kacchan, I'll help you" and almost like the wind, he disappeared like the wind in the direction of his childhood friend, holding the coupons tighter in his hand.

Those eyes full of concern, he had never made them for him.

He watched him walk away with a sad smile, approaching the grumpy friend of his, who received him with overflowing anger when he saw him offer the coupons urgently.

"What makes you think I want to go out with you, stupid Deku?"

He heard his friend yelling at the boy, who in a fit of desperation and bravery took Bakugou's hands and pleaded: "Please go out with me, Kacchan."

Bakugou's surprise was impossible to hide and, for the first time in many weeks, a gleam appeared in his eyes, transcending the purity of his joy for those simple but powerful words that came out of his mouth. Midoriya.

"Okay," Bakugou agreed, blushing. He looked so happy, that he hinted that he would cry with joy. Midoriya accompanied his bright smile with his and clasped his hands in his own longingly. "But only because it's about you," He conditioned fiercely.

Kirishima knew that this time, he would lose for a moment, as long as his friend was happy with the person he loved.

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NOTE: Deku needs to step up his game, and Katsuki too. This two belong to each other.