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Everyone who saw Kirishima could see his scar, it was deep and jagged, and the tissue was a pale silver compared to the rest of his tanned skin. It was as obvious as the nose on his face. He told a couple people how he got his scar; it was a little embarrassing but he would tell them what happened if they asked. No one really asked the extent of the damage his quirk caused though, how he went to sleep with two eyes and woke up with one.

Having one eye wasn’t all that bad, his depth perception was appalling but he made due. And he had a cool prosthetic eye, no one asked about it because they didn’t know, but he knew, he thought it was cool, he didn’t need their validation. His teachers knew, of course, that’s why Aizawa never made him catch anything. He didn’t think it was a big deal, maybe that’s why he never went out of his way to tell people. It could be off putting as well, when he took it out to clean, the empty socket looked weird, maybe that’s why he didn’t tell people.

If someone brought it up, he would say something. If someone asked, ‘how many eyes do you have?’ he’d answer with, ‘just the one’. No one would ask though, why would they? He wasn’t ashamed or anything, it just never came up, that’s why he never mentioned it, no other reason.


They were in Kirishimas dorm room, him and Bakugou, going over their maths homework. Kirishima was laying on his bed, textbook in hand propped up on his chest. Bakugou was sat at his desk, hunched over his workbook quietly scribbling in the answers.

Kirishimas eyes began to twitch, he’d been staring at the textbook for so long, none of the words absorbing, that his eyes were drying out. He blinked for some moisture but his right eyelid felt like it was sticking, friction catching his skin making it hard to fully close his eye.

With a sigh he put the book to his side and sat up, grabbed the hand sanitizer next to his bed, cleansed his hands, and reached for his eye. A quick prod and it was out of his head and in his hand.


Kirishima jumped, forgetting his friend was in the room. He looked over to see Bakugou's wide eyes widen more when he saw Kirishima’s empty socket staring back at him.

“What?” Kirishima asked sheepishly, having become self-conscious, holding his eye in a tight grip and looking down at his lap, “I have one eye, what’s the big deal?”


“I know it’s weird but I can’t help it," his face was screwed up with shame when he spoke. Kirishima stood up quickly and made his way over to the bathroom, avoiding Bakugou’s gaze. He looked in the mirror, the light pink flesh of his socket was a sharp contrast to his vibrant red eye. He knew it looked weird; he didn’t need anyone to remind him. Kirishima pulled the mirror open to reach the saline solution in the cabinet, when he closed it, he saw Bakugou reflected behind him in the doorway.

“I didn’t say it was weird,” Bakugou grumbled, making eye contact in the reflection.

“You didn’t have to,” Kirishima looked away.

“I don’t think it’s weird! I just... wasn’t expecting it.” Bakugou admitted, leaning away from the door to get closer to Kirishima. “I didn’t know you had a fake eye; I freaked out because I just watched you pull your eye out of your head!”

Kirishima dropped his prosthetic eye in the sink, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. “Sorry, I forgot you were in the room, you were being quieter than usual.” He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, “I’m about to do something gross, so you can go.” He watched Bakugou in the reflection, saw that his friend didn’t make a move to leave but get closer instead.

“What’re you about to do?” Bakugou stood next to Kirishima so he could no longer see him in the reflection. Kirishima shot him a quick glance and sighed.

“I’m gonna rinse my eye socket out,” Kirishima held up the solution to show Bakugou but his gaze remained on the mirror, harsh expression staring back into his own eye.

Bakugou shuffled so he was stood next to the sink, his back against the wall so he could face Kirishima directly. His hands were in the pockets of his sweatpants, he looked so at ease, like Kirishima’s missing eye wasn’t totally disgusting. “Can I watch?” Bakugou asked like it was completely normal, and Kirishima was so stricken his eye snapped over to Bakugou’s face.

The blonde was looking between Kirishima’s eye and his socket, his eyes quickly flitting between the two, his eyebrows were furrowed but that was nothing new, and there was a soft tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“No man, c'mon its weird,” Kirishima felt his own face grow warm.

“I don’t think it’s weird, for fuck sake, stop saying that!” Bakugou huffed exasperated, pulling his hands from his pockets to gesture with them. “I’ve never seen someone with a fake eye before, I just want to watch.”

Kirishima gave a small nod and turned his head away to tilt it back to look towards the ceiling, he placed his index finger and thumb around his eye socket and widened the gap, then poured the solution into his socket. The liquid spilled out a little and ran down his cheek, he startled when he felt a fuzzy towel being pressed against his face. He stopped and blinked a couple times then stood up straight, the solution poured down his face but was caught in the towel. Kirishima saw his friend looking at his socket, his arm stretched out holding the cloth up against Kirishima's cheek.

“Thank you,” the words came out scratchy when Kirishima spoke. Kirishima made to grab the towel out of his friends grasp but Bakugou held on tight, and took a step closer so his face was inches away from Kirishima. Bakugou wiped at his face with the cloth gently, drying his skin. Bakugou sighed suddenly.

“You look so fucking badass,” Bakugou said so completely filled with awe.

Kirishima gasped, taken aback. His face felt so hot. He tried to stammer out some form of gratitude but Bakugou spoke over him.

“I hate it when you talk down on yourself, I never thought you were weird or gross. Nothing you do is weird to me so stop saying that.” Bakugou lowered the towel but replaced it with his hand, cupping Kirishima’s cheek and jaw. His hand was rough against Kirishima’s skin but his touch was nothing but gentle, his thumb swiped across Kirishima’s face, tugging lightly at his lower eyelid. Kirishima couldn’t take his eye off Bakugou.

Bakugou made a face and sighed again, pulling away from Kirishima. “God you look so fucking cool!” Bakugou threw his hands up as he spoke and stalked out of the bathroom.

Kirishima blinked in amazement, threw the solution in the sink next to his eye and followed Bakugou out.

He found his friend sat on the desk chair, hunched over with his arms crossed tightly over him. His face was bright red, and his legs were bouncing with nerves. Bakugou was looking at the floor but looked up when Kirishima’s feet came into view.

“Goddammit, shitty hair.” Bakugou’s body language became tighter like he was trying to protect himself, his grip on his bicep was white knuckled. “You’ve got me all fucked up now, looking like that!” his arm shot out and pointed to Kirishima’s face. Kirishima instinctively went to cover his still empty eye socket, and frowned down at Bakugou.

“What?” Kirishima’s anxiety deep in his stomach began to rise to the back of his throat.

Bakugou looked away and took in a deep breath, and exhaled until it turned into a deep growl. “Fuck!” Bakugou grabbed a handful of his own hair, “I wasn’t gonna tell you because I was hoping it would go away on its own.” Bakugou released his hair then stood up. His face was still bright red but his nerves seemed to have calmed.
Kirishima stood awkwardly staring at his friend, unsure of how to gauge his reaction.

“But now you’re looking like some badass fucking warrior hero and I don’t know what to do with myself!” He tried to catch his breath, and took a step closer to Kirishima.

“I really like you Eijirou,” Bakugou said in the softest voice Kirishima had ever heard come out of the explosive blonde’s mouth. Bakugou reached out a hand to grab Kirishima’s. Kirishima let him, and held it in a loose grip. “I had to tell you because I didn’t want you to think I was being weird about your fake eye.” Bakugou’s thumb brushed over Kirishima’s knuckles and he tightened the grip. “You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.”

Kirishima felt a weight being lifted from his chest, and leaned his forehead against Bakugou’s. “You’re so cool and manly, of course I’d like you back.” Kirishima used his free hand to wrap around the back of Bakugo’s neck, fingers curling loosely in his hair.

Bakugou leaned his head back to look directly in Kirishima’s eye. “I’m taking you out on a date, gonna date you so fucking hard,” Bakugou said with a smirk.

Kirishima chuckled, “I’m counting on it.”


It didn’t take long for the rest of the class to learn that Kirishima and Bakugou were dating. They called each other by their first names, though Bakugou still used his explicit nicknames on the occasion, and they held hands whenever they could. And one time they even kissed in front of everyone when they were all in the common room together.

No one knew about Kirishima’s prosthetic eye though. Kirishima didn’t tell Bakugou not to tell anyone, but the blonde had never mentioned it was the reason they got together. Kirishima was silently thankful he hadn’t said anything.


It’s had been months after they had started dating, Kirishima never wore his prosthetic eye when he was with Bakugou in the privacy of their rooms. He had grown more comfortable seeing himself with only one eye, and the feel of having his eye socket be empty.

So, during one sparring match with Midoriya, when the green haired boy struck him so hard he fell to the ground, he hadn’t even noticed his prosthetic eye had dislodged itself and flew across the training grounds.

Kirishima rubbed his cheek and made to stand up, “damn Midoriya! That’s gonna leave a mark,” he chuckled and faced his opponent getting ready to continue but stopped when he saw the look on Midoriya's face.

Midoriya had paled considerably so, his eyes were bulging from his head and he was shaking so violently. “KIRISHIMA I’M SO SORRY!” He rushed to the red heads side nervously stepping side to side unsure of what to do with himself. He kept trying to reach out to comfort Kirishima but he didn’t know if he should, so he just hovered anxiously.

The rest of the class stopped what they were doing to look at the commotion.

“AIZAWA-SENSEI, WE NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE!” Midoriya all but screamed trying to get his teachers attention.

Kirishima reached a hand to his right eye and felt the warm flesh of his socket instead of hard acrylic. He quickly dropped his hand and started frantically searching for his eye.

“Kirishima, you’re in shock you need to sit down.” Midoriya reached out a sweaty hand to Kirishima’s shoulder to pull him down.

“No, it’s fine, I only have one eye,” Kirishima tried to pull out of Midoriya’s grasp but his friend was too strong. Midoriya grimaced and pushed harder until the red head was sat awkwardly on the floor.

“You don’t know that! There still might be a way to fix it!” Midoriya was obviously distraught trying to calm his friend down. The rest of his classmates had gathered round and Midoriya launched off trying to find their teacher.

“Kirishima-kun, is everything alright?” Iida asked but upon seeing Kirishima’s missing eye, visibly blanched, “EVERYONE STEP BACK, KIRISHIMA IS INJURED!” The class president made to push everyone away.

Kirishima scrambled to his feet “I’m fine! I have one eye there’s nothing wrong with me!” He turned to face his friends showing them the empty socket and everyone winced and baulked in reaction.

“Get outta the way losers!” Bakugou tried to push his way through the crowd but Kaminari grabbed him before he could get to Kirishima.

“You might not want to look, it’s pretty gnarly.” Kaminari said matter-of-factly. Bakugou twisted out of his grip with a snarl and stomped over to his boyfriend.

“Everyone fuck off, he has a fake eye! He didn’t just lose it!” Bakugou had Kirishima’s fake eye in his grip and pushed it into Kirishima’s shaky hands. “You alright?” Bakugou asked as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s shoulders, blocking the crowd from his view.

“Everyone’s freaking out,” Kirishima whispered blinking away a few tears and sniffling. “They’re gonna think I’m disgusting,” he pressed his face into the crook of Bakugou’s neck and cried softly. Bakugou stroked down the length of Kirishima’s back and stared pointedly into the crowd.

“No one thinks you’re disgusting!” Bakugou yelled, making direct eye contact with as many people as he could, like he was telling them personally. Bakugou pulled his boyfriend tighter into his arms, “you know how fucking badass I think you are,” Bakugou whispered into Kirishima’s ear. The red head huffed out a wet laugh.

“Shows over people, get back to your partners, training isn’t over yet!” Aizawa bellowed over the quickly dispersing crowd. Midoriya was a blubbering mess when he approached Kirishima and Bakugou, the red head leaned away to address Midoriya.

“I’m so sorry Kirishima! I thought I knocked your eye out, I didn’t realise it was fake, please forgive me, I didn’t mean to get the whole class involved.” Midoriya was practically hyperventilating as he spoke, rubbing the snot from his face.

Kirishima sighed and pulled away from Bakugou to put a hand on his crying friends’ shoulder, “it’s ok Midoriya, I forgive you, you didn’t know.” Kirishima rubbed a comforting hand down the green haired boys’ arm and smiled. Midoriya looked up with watery eyes, sniffled, then smiled back. “C'mon, we need to finish sparring,” he said pushing Midoriya back to their starting positions.

“Right,” Midoriya was off in a flash.

Kirishima was back next to Bakugou, and held his hand in a tight grip. “Thanks, Katsuki, you’re a great boyfriend.”

Bakugou’s face turned crimson, “yeah, whatever,” he said with a smile.