“K-k-kacchan!” Deku exclaimed as he jumped off the bench, throwing his arms up defensively as he took several steps back.
“Scram, asshole,” Bakugou said to Midoriya. Kirishima did nothing to prevent Bakugou from yanking the phone out of his hand, too shocked to do anything other than blink stupidly at him. “And I’mma hold onto this until we get the chance to discuss your creepy, voyeuristic activities.”
Kirishima didn’t know whether he should feel insulted or not by the way Midoriya just took off without even a glance over his shoulder. He probably assumed he had done his job and that Kirishima would be okay being alone with Bakugou, but Kirishima was more confused now than ever.
A small hiss escaped Bakugou as he sat down in the spot that Midoriya had vacatedn
“How is your leg?” Kirishima asked without thinking, genuinely concerned.
“Can you stop thinking about me for one fucking minute?” Bakugou snapped.
Kirishima flinched away, putting as much distance as he could between the two of them.
“Shit, goddammit. That’s not what I,” Bakugou faltered, his free hand clenching into a fist. “I just meant, can you please – for once – think about yourself before someone else? I mean for fuck’s sake, you’re pissed at me and you still went out of your way to bring me food and a blanket.”
Knowing it would be pointless to argue that he wasn’t actually mad at Bakugou, Kirishima instead asked, “So when did you wake up?”
“The blanket,” was the curt answer he received.
“Ah,” Kirishima said awkwardly. After a few more moments of uneasy silence, Kirishima asked, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Didn’t exactly get the chance, did I?” Bakugou said as he glared daggers into Kirishima’s bag at their feet.
Not really having a response to that, Kirishima looked away.
They both sat there quietly. Kirishima had no idea if he was the one who was supposed to break the silence or if he was supposed to wait for Bakugou. The guy had dragged himself all the way out here, so obviously he wanted to talk. But maybe he was waiting for Kirishima’s permission since he had shut him down so hard after he had tried yesterday.
Bakugou was still staring at Kirishima’s bag while he fidgeted with Midoriya’s phone, lost in thought. Kirishima’s heart skipped a beat when the display popped on before he let out a sigh of relief after realizing it was password protected and the only picture it was showing was one of All Might. He had no idea what he would have done if Bakugou had actually been able to see the pictures that Midoriya had-
“Tch,” Bakugou huffed after he unlocked the phone and started scrolling.
Because of course Bakugou knew Midoriya’s passcode.
Why wouldn’t he?
Kirishima sunk down into the bench, wishing he could just disappear. Rationally, he knew he had no reason to be embarrassed. He hadn’t taken any of the pictures. Hell, he had no idea these pictures had even existed until a few minutes ago! But that didn’t stop his stomach from clenching with uneasy anticipation as Bakugou seemed determined to see every last picture Midoriya had taken of them.
The curse was said so quietly that Kirishima almost missed it. Curious to see which picture had prompted that reaction, Kirishima hazarded a glance over to see Bakugou staring dead-eyed at the phone.
“She swore she deleted it.”
That explained it then. It was the picture that had gotten Kirishima just as flustered, though probably not as much as Bakugou.
“I’m gonna have to kill Camie now,” Bakugou stated firmly, as if there were no other options. If it wasn’t for the light dusting of red on his neck and cheeks, Kirishima never would have known just how embarrassed he truly was. His hand went to the back of his neck in an exasperated gesture. “I was just so fucking tired and I always have a hard time sleeping in those open spaces they put us in, so when I saw you I just-”
He broke off as he caught eyes with Kirishima, waving his hand at the phone as if there was no other way to finish that sentence.
“It’s fine,” Kirishima said with an awkward laugh. “It’s not like we haven’t shared the same bed before.”
“That’s not-” Bakugou started angrily before stopping himself. “That’s not what I was apologizing for. I mean, well yeah, I should probably apologize for that, but I meant…this. All of this. And yesterday in particular. I didn’t mean to…”
Kirishima laughed, a real one this time as Bakugou stopped himself once again. “You are so bad at this!”
“Shut up!” Bakugou scowled. “I had this big ol’ speech prepared and then shitty Deku had to go and ruin it!”
Kirishima gaped at him for only a second before jumping to Midoriya’s defense. “Don’t blame him for this!”
“Okay, fine then!” Bakugou shouted back. “I blame you!”
“Me?” Kirishima questioned in disbelief.
“Yes you! I stayed up all night looking like a fucking idiot waiting for your sorry ass to get back! Had to talk to Ashido to figure out what the fuck was even going on and her blubbering added ten years to the entire goddamn story! Had to get bits and pieces from everyone involved and by then Invisi-bitch had heard what was going on and came out of nowhere to add her two cents! At one point, I even had fucking Camie texting and calling me asking what was going on. And the apologies,” Bakugou said with such disdain. “They wouldn’t shut the fuck up and stop apologizing about the whole thing!”
“I’m sorry,” Kirishima deadpanned, getting the exact reaction he had wanted.
“Ugh!” Bakugou screamed out. “I can’t take it! I hope they do the same thing to you when you come back because I’m sure as shit not letting you leave! You’re in it with me now, asshole, whether you like it or not! So just grab that stupid bag and wake your stupid ass friends up so they can-”
Kirishima tuned out the rest of Bakugou’s rant, thinking to himself that this was it. The perfect moment he had never even imagined. There was no need for flowers or gifts, no need for a life or death situation. All he ever needed was Bakugou, here and now, disrupting an otherwise peaceful Saturday morning as he continued to yell whatever thought crossed his mind.
“-and since that is all anyone wanted to talk about, I have no fucking idea what we covered in class yesterday, so now I have to-”
“I love you.”
Bakugou stopped everything to stare at Kirishima, leaving himself in a very comical position with one arm thrust out and the other halfway in the air.
“Sorry,” Kirishima said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just realized I never actually got to say that yesterday. Or the day before. Or any other time that I’ve wanted to in the past three years. So, you’re gonna have to forgive me for wanting to say it again. I love you, Katsuki.”
Bakugou lowered his arms slowly. He was still staring at Kirishima, eyes moving back and forth rapidly as he tried to process what Kirishima had just admitted, looking for any sort of deceit or insincerity in his words.
“You uh…you’re looking at me like you’re surprised,” Kirishima said, trying to stay calm while his blood hummed for him to take some sort of action. Had he misread something? Did…did Bakugou not actually feel the same way?
“This is real, right?” Bakugou stated bluntly. “This isn’t just the pain meds?”
There was genuine concern in Bakugou’s voice and Kirishima just couldn’t hold in the laugh that burst from his chest at the absurdity of that question. “What? How is that even an option?” he asked. “You haven’t been taking them!”
“I’ve been taking them!” Bakugou shouted, looking affronted.
“No!” Kirishima laughed. “You haven’t!”
“Fine then! So this is real?”
“Yes, this is real!”
“And you love me?” Bakugou questioned.
“Yes,” Kirishima confirmed earnestly.
“And you want to date me?”
“Yes,” Kirishima said, struggling not to laugh.
“Not Ashido? Or Taron?” Bakugou sneered. “Or any other asshole that you’ve managed to charm?”
“What?” Kirishima said, laughing again despite it all. “Of course not, Katsuki! It’s you! It’s only ever been you!”
Bakugou leaned forward, tilting Kirishima’s chin down with the pad of his thumb before gently kissing him. Kirishima returned it just as slowly, savoring the touch of Bakugou’s mouth on his. It was a long kiss. A slow one. A good one.
“That,” Bakugou murmured as he drew away several moments after it had become inappropriate for such a public place, even despite the early hour. “Was a really good answer.”
“Well it’s the truth,” Kirishima said once he finally found his voice again. His eyes were still closed so he was caught more off guard by their second kiss than he had been by their first. He hadn’t even realized he had thrown his arm around Bakugou until he found his fingers sliding up Bakugou’s neck and into his hair. “I love you.”
“You said that already.”
“And I’ll say it as many times as I want to,” Kirishima said smugly.
“I’m gonna wipe that stupid look off your face,” Bakugou growled out as he leaned in again, but Kirishima turned his face away so the kiss landed on his cheek.
“You can’t!” Kirishima shouted even as Bakugou tried again, kissing his other cheek instead. “It’s impossible!”
Bakugou grabbed his face and turned him so Kirishima was looking directly at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”
Kirishima was the one to lean in this time, kissing Bakugou with a loud smack right on the lips. “But you still love me!”
The stunned reaction that Bakugou gave him was breathtaking, but it paled in comparison to the smile that he gave Kirishima a second later. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
They made their way back to the dorms and up to the fourth floor without running into anyone, heading towards Bakugou’s room with plans to get some much needed sleep. Kirishima had thrown his bag into the corner, not wanting to waste the energy dropping it off in his own room, and was just about to crawl into bed when Bakugou came up behind him.
“This shirt is stupid,” Bakugou proclaimed as he started tugging on the hem of the shirt.
“That is such a bad line,” Kirishima laughed as Bakugou ripped it off with barely a warning and tossed it aside. “If you wanted me out of my clothes, you could have just asked.”
“It’s not a line,” Bakugou growled out, his ears turning pink. “It’s a fucking stupid shirt. Stupider than your usual ones and I refuse to sleep in the same bed as it. Plus it feels like plastic. Where did you even get it?”
Kirishima had to think really hard to find the answer as he watched Bakugou peel out of his own shirt and throw it at him to put on instead, grabbing a new one for himself. “Hatsume gave it to me. My other one got ruined and I had to use that as a spare.”
Bakugou poked his head out of the closet so he could stare dubiously at where the offensive shirt had landed on the floor. “Is it going to blow up?”
“What? No? It’s a shirt.”
Bakugou leveled Kirishima with a cool stare. “She’s always using you as her damn guinea pig when things go boom. There’s a reason I hate when you help her.”
“And here I thought it was because you were jealous,” Kirishima teased. When Bakugou didn’t come up with an immediate retort like he usually would, Kirishima gasped. “Oh my god! You were jealous!”
Bakugou opened his mouth, looking for all the world like he was going to refute the claim, but he snapped it closed. “Yeah, okay, I was jealous. So what? You were jealous of Camie.”
Kirishima frowned. “Can you really blame me for that?”
“Oh come on, Katsuki! You have to admit that your relationship with her kind of goes a little beyond work friends.”
“I don’t have to admit shit,” Bakugou said. “And you’re not allowed to sit here and whine about it to me. You only had to deal with that jealousy for three months. I’ve had to deal with it for three fucking years!”
Bakugou’s shirt was still in Kirishima’s hands as he sat on the edge of the bed, surprised by the statement. “Three years, huh?” he repeated out loud.
“What?” Bakugou barked.
Kirishima had been having a hard enough time believing that Bakugou loved him just as much as he loved Bakugou, so adding the idea that he had been feeling this way for just as long as Kirishima had was making him question whether Hatsume had actually killed him last night. He had no right making fun of Bakugou for thinking this was all just a hallucination caused by his pain medication. “It’s just…when did you know?”
Bakugou made his way to stand next to him. “Does it really matter?”
“Well, no,” Kirishima said after he thought about it for a moment, finally slipping the shirt on over his head. It was a tight fit and he was sure he would stretch it out, but Bakugou didn’t seem to care about that if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. “I suppose not. But I am curious. Was it the Sports Festival our first year?”
“What about after my fight with Rappa?”
“Was it the…after the, umm…”
Bakugou gave him an unimpressed look, knowing exactly what he was referencing.
“After the…Training Camp?”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
“I can if you want me to,” Kirishima said sincerely. “It’s just, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around this. First year I was so-”
“Manly?” Bakugou offered. “Brave?”
Kirishima laughed. “More like pathetic.”
Bakugou made a face. “What? No you weren’t.”
“I just…don’t feel like I was someone who deserved your attention.”
“Fine!” Bakugou shouted. “It was right after the Provisional License Exam. There. Are you happy?”
“So it was my awesome cooking skills that reeled you in! I always knew the way to your heart was through your stomach!” Kirishima said with a fist pump.
Bakugou stared at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“The cake I made?” Kirishima answered, though it was more of a question. “After you passed and got your license?”
“No,” Bakugou said like he was speaking to a child. “It wasn’t when I passed.”
“You’re talking about the first one, then? After you-”
He knew it was rude, but Kirishima just gaped at Bakugou, his mouth hanging open as Bakugou’s eyes got narrower and narrower.
“Back in first year,” Bakugou finished preemptively. “I know. Stop making a big deal about it. It’s embarrassing enough as is.”
“No…,” Kirishima said as he slowly shook his head. “No, that is not what I was going to say, Katsuki. This has nothing to do with the fact that it was that long ago.”
“Then what’s the issue?”
A hysterical sound came out of Kirishima that he hadn’t thought was possible for him to make.
“That was like…our biggest fight. Ever.”
“Yeah,” Bakugou said, jutting his chin forward defensively. “And?”
“We didn’t talk for a week.”
“Which gave me time to think.”
“I threw you through a wall,” Kirishima said, trying to get him to remember just how serious it had been. He had been honestly terrified that Bakugou was going to stop being friends with him after that, a worry that had clearly been way off base. “A wall, Katsuki!”
“So? It was hot,” Bakugou stated nonchalantly as he used Kirishima’s stunned reaction to crawl into his lap, running his hands up and down Kirishima’s arms. “And you were a skinny little shit back then. Imagine what you could do to me now.”
Kirishima’s face was on fire. “You can’t just-”
“Are you serious right now?” Bakugou asked as he leaned back on Kirishima’s lap and crossed his arms irritably. “I told you what you wanted to know, what more do you want from me?”
“I don’t know!” Kirishima said, his voice coming out a little more frantic than he wanted. “But some context would be nice!”
Kirishima had to hurry and grab hold of Bakugou’s waist so he wouldn’t fall of his lap when he threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. “It’s not that complicated! You asked me when I knew. Really knew,” he said, poking Kirishima in the chest to emphasize each word. “And it wasn’t when you caught my attention after the Sports Festival or when my stupid heart damn near exploded when you shot out of a wall to save my ass. It was when I was mad. And hurt. And being a broody little bitch because I failed the exam. It was when I took out all my anger on you because I was furious that – once again – you had risked yourself to save me just so I could go and fail at the very end. It was when all I wanted you to do was just leave me alone because I was so certain that you had some ulterior motive for befriending me and I didn’t want to deal with that shit because if it was true-”
Bakugou took a deep breath and looked away for a few seconds before turning back to Kirishima. He used both hands to tuck Kirishima’s hair behind his ears and kept them there, cupping his face.
“But it wasn’t true,” he said, calmer now as his frustration deflated just as quickly as it had built up. “Because, even after I said all those shitty things and got the reaction I wanted from you, you still came back. And not out of fear or pity or whatever other dumbass reason I had thought of, but because you still cared. You were mad as hell and told me exactly why what I had done was shitty,” he chuckled. “But you still cared. Cared about us. Cared about me. So yeah, Eijirou. Our biggest fight is when I knew that I probably loved you. Are you happy now?”
Kirishima picked him up as carefully as he could and shifted them so he could pin Bakugou to the bed, kissing him hard. Taking that for the answer it was, Bakugou’s right hand stayed settled in Kirishima’s hair while his other roamed freely along his back.
“I thought. We were going. To get. Some sleep,” Bakugou murmured against Kirishima’s lips.
“Mmm,” Kirishima said as he drew back only slightly. “Well, we’re in bed. That’s the first step, isn’t it?”
So far removed from what was going on outside of himself and Bakugou, Kirishima almost missed the knocking that could be heard from next door. Voices came drifting through the wall as a group of people barged their way into Kirishima’s room but they were too muffled to hear any distinct words. Kirishima had a very distant thought that he should probably be doing something about that, which all but evaporated when Bakugou started trailing kisses along his neck.
It wasn’t until the knocking started coming from Bakugou’s door that it officially became his problem.
Kirishima pulled away regretfully. “Should we-”
“No,” Bakugou growled, punctuating his answer with a kiss as he chased after Kirishima’s mouth.
The knocking became more insistent.
“They might try to-”
“Already locked the door,” Bakugou said right as the handle started to jiggle.
“Bakugou,” Hagakure half-whispered. “Are you in there?”
“Of course he’s in there,” Jirou said. “Where else would he be?”
Kirishima pulled away yet again. “Maybe you should just-”
Bakugou effortlessly flipped their positions so he was on top, shouting a gruff, “Go away!” before returning to Kirishima in less time than it took Kirishima to blink in surprise.
“Don’t be like that, Blasty!” Sero’s shouted. “We already said we were sorry!”
“Yeah, dude,” Kaminari said. “Even though some of us had no reason to- Oww! Mina, what the hell!”
“Goddammit,” Bakugou mumbled as he seemingly gave up on returning to their previous activity, leaning his forehead against Kirishima’s. “Your friends are the worst.”
“They’re your friends too,” Kirishima chided.
“No, I only hang out with them because I’m dating you.”
“Oh?” Kirishima teased with feigned ignorance. “Are we dating?”
“Just open the door, Bakugou,” Ashido said. “We’re pretty sure Eijirou left to go home and we need you to give us a ride.”
Bakugou gave Kirishima a look, letting him know it was his decision on whether they let their friends know he was in there with him. But there were a lot of things to factor into that seemingly simple decision.
Even though everything had worked out with Bakugou in the end, Kirishima was still reeling from the emotional roller coaster it had been. Adding that to the total of four hours of sleep he had been able to get in the past two days meant that he had very little energy to expend on sorting through how he was feeling.
On the surface he knew he was still angry. Still hurt. And while his friends were currently braving Bakugou’s wrath so they could find him and apologize, neither party would be satisfied with a hurried conversation in the hallway. Sure, it would definitely be a start, but it was a step that Kirishima was too exhausted to take right now.
Understanding just what thoughts were racing through his head, Bakugou made the decision for him. “He left for a reason, idiots! Now go away!”
“That’s harsh, even for you,” Hagakure lectured through the door.
“Well I’m not the one who’s been treating him like shit for the last few months. Figure out a way to fix things with him without involving me.”
“It would take all day to get to his house by train,” Sero tried to reason.
“You’d better get moving, then,” Bakugou replied.
“What are you doing?” Kirishima asked in a hushed tone. “Tell them not to go!”
“Because I’m not there!” Kirishima hissed out.
Before Kirishima could continue the argument, a feminine voice that he couldn’t immediately identify spoke up. “I know you’re mad at them but just open the door, B.”
“Who is that?” Kirishima whispered.
Bakugou literally growled in anger.
“It’s Camie, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is,” Bakugou snarled.
“You know what we could do?” Kirishima said as he idly played with the hair at the nape of Bakugou’s neck. “We could just turn this into one big apology party.”
“What?” Bakugou deadpanned.
“Yeah, no, this could be great,” Kirishima said, actually starting to warm up to the idea. “Our friends apologize to me. I apologize to Camie. And then we’re done. We can all just move on.”
“Why do you think you have to apologize to Camie?” Bakugou asked, ignoring the increasingly rude comments their friends were making in an attempt to get him to open the door.
“Well I feel like some apology is due with the way I’ve been treating her.”
Bakugou snorted. “No.”
“Everyone in the hallway needs to leave right now!” Bakugou warned.
“Come on, babe!” Camie shouted. “Stop acting like such a brat.”
Kirishima shot Bakugou a very pointed look. “Yeah, it’s crazy that I thought you two were dating.”
“Especially you, Camie!” Bakugou shouted at the door, turning back to Kirishima. “See, this is why you don’t have to say shit to her. I mean, why is she even here? Why the fuck are you even here?” he shouted, directing the last question once again towards the door.
“Look, I’m sorry that I called her. I had no idea that she was going to come over,” Ashido said. “But I feel really bad about what I did to you guys and Camie is my friend. I really don’t want to ruin our friendship so I thought it would be best if I was the first one to tell her.”
“No, you just wanted the opportunity to twist the story so you wouldn’t look as bad,” Bakugou said bluntly.
“Stop,” Bakugou said. “I don’t care. I want to get back to what I was doing before you all rudely interrupted, so go. Away.”
“Just hear them out, Bakugou,” Camie said. “You can sleep later.”
“I already did hear them out. Last night. For hours.”
“Why are you being such an asshole about this?” Camie asked, sounding more confused than angry.
The warmth on top of Kirishima disappeared as Bakugou jumped off the bed and stomped over to the door. “I have every right to be an asshole about this!” he shouted through the door, still refusing to open it.
“It was just some harmless fun,” she tried to reason.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about!”
“Hey, I may not have the full story but I know enough to know that I’m just as much a victim here as you are but you don’t see me crying about it.”
Bakugou gave Kirishima a bewildered look, throwing his hand at the door in disbelief. “Is she fucking serious? Are you fucking serious?” he said a bit louder so Camie could hear.
“Yeah, I’m serious,” Camie said. “They were just taking pictures, B. No harm, no foul.”
Bakugou quirked his head dangerously to the side.
Kirishima threw an arm over his face and let out a sigh, mentally preparing himself to face his friends since he knew exactly what Bakugou was going to do next.
“You know,” Bakugou said as he ripped open the door. “It’s funny that you’re pushing that particular argument right now.”
Camie was standing directly at the front of the group, blocking the rest of them from Kirishima’s view as she gave Bakugou a smug grin, clearly thinking she had won by getting him to finally open the door. “And why is that?”
“Because I seem to recall having a very frank conversation with you about what would happen if I found out you shared that picture of me.”
“What picture are you-”
The smile slipped off her face as realization hit her like a truck going a hundred miles an hour.
She took a few steps back, the rest of the group clearing the way as Bakugou followed her. It was quiet enough that Kirishima was able to hear Kaminari’s whispered comment to Sero about how he wasn’t the only one in the group to have leaked nudes now and the grunt of pain when Sero undoubtedly elbowed him.
“Listen, B,” Camie said. “Uravity was the one who took it, all I did was-”
Bakugou dove towards her, but she must have been anticipating it since she feigned to the left and ducked under his arms, shooting into the room and slamming the door behind her.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Bakugou shouted as he pounded on the wood.
“I deleted it!” Camie shouted back, putting her entire body against the door in an attempt to keep him out. She fumbled with the lock before it finally clicked into place and took a few careful steps back as she watched the door with wary trepidation. “You saw me delete it, you oaf! Just calm down and-”
Camie choked on her words, her mouth hanging open as she finally caught sight of Kirishima on the bed. He gave her a pathetic little wave with a grimaced smile on his face.
“Hey,” he said, the greeting a little anticlimactic for the situation.
“I’m not dating Bakugou.”
The words seemed to tumble out of her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at him.
Kirishima laughed as he brushed his hand through the mess that Bakugou had made of his hair. “Yeah, I kind of figured that out.”
Camie blinked as the action drew her attention to his ruffled state. “Are you what he wanted to get back to doing?”
A loud explosion against the door made them both jump before Kirishima even had the chance to blush.
“Can he, uh…can he get through that door?” Camie asked shakily as she took a few more steps away, putting as much distance as she could between herself and the only thing keeping her safe.
“Honestly?” Kirishima said. “I have no idea. Cementoss seems determined to create a door that he can’t break. And while it has been a few months since he’s destroyed one-” Another explosion sent tremors through the room even as they heard the rest of their classmates yelling for Bakugou to stop. “-he does seem a tad more determined than he has in the past.”
“Okay. Okay,” Camie repeated in that same frenzied tone. “This is fine. It’s not like he’s going to-”
A louder boom followed by increasingly vulgar threats came drifting through the door.
“Man,” Camie said with a shaky laugh. “I should not have come here.”
Having seemingly abandoned all hope of getting out of this situation unscathed and knowing she had nothing left to lose, Camie sat down in the chair next to Bakugou’s desk and started rummaging through the drawers.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” Kirishima asked as he watched her, genuinely curious about the answer but also needing to create a distraction from the awkward tension in the air. “Why did you come?”
Camie took in a deep breath and then blew it all out in one puff of air, leaning against the chair so she was precariously balanced on the back two legs. “I dunno,” she said with a jerk of her shoulders. “I mainly just needed to figure out what the hell was going on.”
Kirishima couldn’t help the chuckle at her candid response. “What do you mean?”
“Well Mina called me super late last night just sobbing as she told me about this picture contest thing everyone had been doing that was centered around me and Bakugou. Confused the hell out of me. I had no idea what she was talking about, and I’m still not really sure what’s going on, but I think I got enough of the gist to figure out that everyone thinks we’re dating? And with the way she was talking both last night and this morning it didn’t sound like Bakugou had told them any different, which was even more confusing since he never shuts up about you and I highly doubt he liked the idea of you thinking we were dating.”
All four legs of the chair Camie was sitting on slammed to the ground when she saw the look of disbelief on Kirishima’s face.
“No! No! Nuh-uh!” she said, wagging a finger at him. “Don’t give me that look! You don’t have to listen to him go on and on about some stupid thing you had done that he thought was cute or how you took down a villain that was twice your size. You’re a hero! You do that every day! He does it every day! You think at some point it would have lost its appeal!”
Camie was beyond concern at this point, flat out ignoring the next explosion that rocked the door.
“That idiot won’t even text you when other people are around ‘cause he knows he gets this stupid look in his eyes! And don’t even get me started on the times I’ve caught him watching your interviews! I loved what you wore on the cover of Juzo News, by the way,” she added absentmindedly. “That sport jacket, tailored to perfection, with no shirt on underneath? Genius.”
“Thanks?” Kirishima said, his face fully ablaze at this point.
“Anyways,” Camie said with the wave of her hand. “I tried texting Bakugou but he wasn’t answering. Which is, you know, not all that unusual for him, but I was still worried. And since he won’t be into work any time soon because of his leg, I knew that any chance I would have to talk to him would be if I dragged my sorry ass down here, so here I am!”
Kirishima stared at her for a few seconds, finally beginning to understand why they were such good friends when jealousy wasn’t involved. “You’re a really good friend, Camie.”
“Thanks!” she said, flashing him a huge smile that Kirishima easily returned. “I hope this means you’ll stop hating me now,” she added casually as she picked up a notebook and started flipping through it, completely ruining the moment.
“You know,” Kirishima said with a low chuckle. “I was going to stop him from killing you.”
“Oh please. Like I honestly believe he would,” she brushed off. “I don’t even know why he’s mad at me. Uraraka was the one who took the picture, I just asked her to send it to me. And it was hella adorable! Did you see it?”
“Good! He won’t believe me, but I really did delete it when he asked me to.” She quickly grew bored with the notebook and flung it back onto the desk. “My turn for questions! Why are you avoiding your friends? I didn’t really get the full story about how you’re involved in all of this.”
“Ah,” Kirishima said, puffing out his cheeks. “It’s kind of a long story.”
To his surprise, Camie didn’t push the issue. “That’s fine. I get it. Complicated shit going on. But it looks like you and Bakugou figured your stuff out?”
“Yeah,” Kirishima said with a small smile. “Yeah, I think we did.”
“That’s great! Word of advice for ya, though,” she said as she leaned towards him. “I’ve seen that hero costume of yours. You might want to have him be a bit less obvious with marking you up.”
Kirishima’s hand slapped over his neck right as the door exploded and fell to the ground.
Bakugou stood in the doorway, palms smoking and looking absolutely terrifying as he was backlit by the fluorescent lighting of the hallway.
Taking no chances, Camie leapt onto the bed with Kirishima and ducked down behind him to use as a human shield. “Come on, B. You wouldn’t do anything that could harm your boyfriend, would you?”
Bakugou stalked into the room.
Rather than immediately lunging towards Camie like Kirishima expected he would, he crouched down and dragged a thrashing Camie out from under the bed. The copy of her that had been hiding behind Kirishima disappeared in a haze as the real Camie started screaming. Bakugou blindly grabbed one of the pillows that had been knocked to the ground and started smothering her with it.
“I know that head of yours is filled with hot air, but come on,” he said with a mad look on his face. “Even if that had worked, did you suddenly forget what his quirk is?”
Camie was able to push the pillow away enough to take a much needed breath, but she used it to ridicule Bakugou rather than put any real effort into getting away. “How can I when you never shut up about it? His abs are rock hard, Camie,” she said in a high-pitched, mocking tone. “He’s got mountains of muscle. I swear he must have been a greek statue in another life.”
“Hmm,” a questioning hum came from the hallway.
Kirishima looked over to see that the hallway was a lot more crowded than it had been previously. Bakugou’s explosions and the shouting would have attracted some attention regardless, but the rest of the class was probably still on edge from what had transpired the night before that they felt the need to investigate.
“Is that why you know so many rock puns?” Midoriya asked, genuinely interested in the answer.
Kirishima was across the room faster than anyone could even blink to tackle Bakugou before he acted on the murder in his eyes.
“Really, dude?” Kirishima said to Midoriya as he tried to hold a squirming Bakugo down. “He’s already mad at you. Did you have to provoke him like that?”
Midoriya’s apology was lost in the wave of noise that came from their classmates.
“I’m sorry, but did anyone else hear Camie say boyfriend?”
“When did Eijirou get here?”
“Wait, do you think she was talking about Eijirou?”
“Fuck dude, Aizawa is gonna be piiiiiissed.”
“Get off me, Ei,” Bakugou said calmly. “I’m just gonna kill him and then I’m gonna kill that blonde bimbo and then we can go back to bed. Easy as that.”
“You are not killing Midoriya, Katsuki.”
“I notice you’re not trying to stop him from killing me!” Camie screeched.
“Answer the question, Bakugou,” Uraraka said. “We want to make sure that no stone is left unturned.”
“Alright, just have to kill three people and then we can go back to bed.”
“CLASS 3-A!” Iida’s booming voice cut through the cacophony of everyone’s shouting. “We are the top students of this nation’s most prestigious academy! Please act like it!” Once they all finally settled down, Iida straightened his back. “Now, will someone tell me what is going on here?”
“Tenya!” Camie shouted as she ran out of the room, literally jumping into his arms. “Save me!”
Iida tried to set her down but she refused to be removed entirely so he was stuck holding her as he asked, “Hello, Ms. Utsushimi. May I ask why you are on school grounds?”
“Well, I don’t know if you heard, but Bakugou had a bit of an accident the other day and broke his leg,” Camie said as she pressed coyly up against him. “He wasn’t answering any of my attempts to get in contact with him and I knew I just needed to come over here and make sure he was okay.”
“That is very kind of you, Ms. Utsushimi-”
“Camie,” she corrected him.
“Ms. Camie,” he continued. “But to be on school property, especially in the dorms, you are required to obtain permission from the school administration. Have you done so?”
“You know,” Camie said as she put a finger up to a pouted lip. “I don’t think I have. Do you think you could help?”
Seemingly unruffled by her obvious flirtations, Iida nodded his head as he was able to finally disentangle himself from her. “Certainly, just follow me-”
His voice broke off as Camie slipped her arm into his and blinked up at him expectantly. He coughed once and adjusted his glasses before ushering her out of the door, blind to the sarcastic kiss Camie blew Bakugou’s way as they left.
Silence followed after their exit that everyone was afraid to break.
Almost everyone, that is.
“Eijirou,” Ashido started to say. “I’m really-”
“I know,” Kirishima said softly. “And we can talk about it. Just…later, okay?”
Ashido looked like she wanted to argue with him, but she puffed up her cheeks and nodded instead. “Later.” As an obvious start to her apology, she ushered everyone out of the room and shut the door behind them.
“Well,” Kirishima said as he finally let go of Bakugou and leaned against the bed. “That could have gone a lot worse. Could have gone better, sure. But it definitely could have gone worse. How is your leg?”
“Goddammit,” Bakugou snickered, not even bothering to move from where he was sprawled out on the floor.
“What?” Kirishima asked.
“I’m just so fucking in love with you,” he said, blindly reaching out to grab Kirishima’s hand. “And yes, my leg is fine.”
“Good,” Kirishima said, too flustered to say anything else. “That’s…good.”
Stretching towards his desk without untangling their hands, Bakugou reached up to grab his phone.
“Who are you texting?” Kirishima asked, lazily watching Bakugou struggle with only the one hand.
“Camie,” Bakugou answered as he shut his phone down and slid it across the floor. “Just letting her know that she can fuck right off with that visitors pass.”
“So,” Kirishima said conversationally. “Since we no longer have to worry about being disturbed, did you want to try to get some sleep or should we…”
Bakugou lifted his head off the floor to give Kirishima a sly smirk, pulling his boyfriend down to lie next to him. “What do you think?”
After waking up several hours later:
“I’m starving and I don’t want to cook,” Bakugou stated as he stretched out on top of Kirishima. “What do you want to do for dinner?”
“Shit,” Kirishima said.
“I told Taron I’d meet him for dinner tonight,” Kirishima answered, not missing the face Bakugou gave him. “I need to cancel but my phone is broken.”
“Hell,” Bakugou replied. “If you really want to apologize to Camie, you’ll invite her along. She was all moon-eyed over him.”
Kirishima gave him an evaluative look. “Does that mean you want to go?”
“No,” was Bakugou’s immediate reply. After a few moments, he added, “What time do we need to leave?”