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A week has past.
Kirishima told himself he had it didn’t control. He did not. But he told himself he did.
Which in his defence…was close enough.
“You sure you don’t wanna go?” Kaminari asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
“Nah,” Kirishima said, a little too quickly. “I’ve gotta drop some report off from Mic.”
“Since when are you responsible?”
“Since always!”
“…Liar.”
“Shut up man! I’m just helping Mic out.”
Kaminari squinted at him. “You’re acting weird.”
“I’m not-“
“You are.”
“Am not!”
“Am to-“
“Go to the gym bro.”
“…Sus bro… sus.”
“GO!”
“Okay okay! Going!” Kaminari left slowly, painting eye contact with the red head until he turned the corner. And just like that, Kirishima was alone.
With a very specific destination he needed to go to.
“This is fine”, he muttered to himself as he walked. It was normal. He had a reason. A valid reason. Aizawa needed a report from Mic.
God knows what about. Something teacher related. Probably.
The whole good deed good student act wasn’t just..well an act. He had a reason. It definitely wasn’t an excuse.
Definitely not.
“I’m just…waiting,” he added under his breathe. Which was also true, because when he got there, the class was still in session.
The ballet studio doors were closed. But the walls, were glass.
OF COURSE they were.
Kirishima stopped just outside. Just for a second. Just to check how long was left. That was all.
Inside the studio, the class was split. Girls at the barre, moving in perfect unison. Controlled, precise, every line identical.
And the boys, well they were more scattered. Running sequences, practising turns, definitely less uniform (much to Kirishima’s demise), but certainly no less intensity.
And there, in the centre, was Katsuki Bakugou.
Kirishima exhaled quietly.
There it was again. That thing. That movement. That…something.
Because no matter how many times he saw it, it didn’t get old. Didn’t get boring. Didn’t get…predictable.
Every turn was sharp. Every landed was undoubtedly controlled. Like he knew exactly where his body was in the space. At all times. “He’s insane,” Kirishima muttered under his breath. And he meant it.
No sarcasm. No attitude. Just, fact.
Kirishima shifted slightly where he stood outside the studio. Leaning casually against the wall, trying not to look like he was watching.
He was definitely watching.
Time past. A few minutes, maybe more. And then movement shifted. The girls continued their choreography, focused and together. Whilst the boys split off. Working individually, or in pairs.
Kirishima’s gaze flickered, and landed on.. Sero’s boyfriend?
Oh. Of course it did. Because there Todoroki stood, talking to the blonde bastard.
Kirishima straightened slightly. Not obvious, just… more attentive.
They were saying something. Something Kirishima couldn’t make out. But he didn’t need to, because just then, Bakugou stepped closer, and placed a hand on Todoroki’s waist.
Kirishima froze. “Huh..”
Todoroki moved into position, and Bakugou guided him, through a turn. Clean and controlled. His hand ready at his waist, helping him spin. Again and again. Correcting. Adjusting. Close. Too close.
Kirishima’s jaw tightened slightly. “That’s…” Normal. It was normal. It was training. It didn’t mean a goddam thing. It was just part of the technique.
But still, something sat wrong. Sharp. Annoying. Familiar.
Kirishima crossed his arms and turned his head away. And then turned back.
And watched again. More carefully this time. Because it wasn’t just the proximity. It was the way Bakugou moved. The way he correct. Precise. Intentional. Like he knew exactly what needed to change. And how to fixed it.
“He teaches like that too,” Kirishima realised. Not just dancing, but helping. Guiding.
A thought formed. Slow at first. Then, very quickly.
Kirishima’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…Oh.” Thats…that was something. Because if Bakugou corrected like that, if he taught like that, if he had that level of comfortability with his fellow classmate then…
“Todoroki can help…” Kirishima pushed himself off the wall. Straightened. Decision made. “Yeah…”
He knew exactly what he was doing. Or at least, what he was about to. Because if anyone could give him insight into Bakugou, it was him. Sero’s ballet boyfriend. He was close enough to him to not make it weird after all!
“Guess I’m have a friendly little chat with Todoroki.” And somehow, that felt like a much worse idea than it should have.
But like…when had that ever stopped him before?
The classes ended all at once. Not gradually. Not messily. Just, “Again tomorrow.”
And then, movement. Bags being grabbed.. Shoe’s adjusted. Conversations starting. The ballet studio shifted from discipline to something almost…normal. Suddenly these stern, professional ballerinas transformed into just, average teenagers. Just kids being kids. And before anyone could fully settle into it, the door flew open.
“Aizawa-“ Every head turned.
Kirishima stood in the doorway, slightly out of breath, slightly too loud and entirely out of place.
“What.” The ballet teacher said flatly.
Kirishima walked in like he belonged there, head held higher than the ceiling. “Mic said to give you this.” He handed over the form. Aizawa took it, looked at it, and then back to Kirishima.
“This could have waited.”
“Yeah but-“
“It did not need to be delivered mid-dismissal.”
“Technically you already dismissed-“
“Leave.”
“Leaving!” Kirishima turned, and immediately scanned the room. There. Shoto Todoroki. Packing up. Calm. Unbothered. Kirishima made his way over,
Don’t call him Roki. Don’t call him Roki. Don’t call him-
“Hey Roki!” Jesus dude.
Todoroki’s head turned fast, with a slight smile on his face, which instantly fell when he saw who was addressing him. Ouch?
“Hello.”
“Heh…can we uh, talk?”
A pause. One long ass pause.
“…About what.”
“Uh…stuff.”
“What stuff.”
“Just, stuff.”
Silence. Todoroki blinked. “Okay.”
Kirishima blinked back. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Oh, okay!”
Another pause, Todoroki looked back down to his unpacked back and then back up to Kirishima. “Give me a minute.”
Kirishima nodded quickly, “Oh yeah sure man no problem.” He stepped back, trying very hard not to look like he was waiting.
His gaze drifted, just slightly, to Bakugou. Standing across the room…mid…argument?
“I SAID I WASN'T OFF FOUR EYES!"
“Bakugou as your class rep I am simply required to inform you of your missteps!”
“YOU’RE WRONG!!”
“Kacchan chill! We all fall off timing now again!”
“NOT ME NERD”
“Bakugou I was right behind you! You were two counts too late! And then for the-“
“DO YOU WANT ME TO TAKE THOSE GLASSES AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR-“
“Kacchan!”
Yeah Kirishima checked out. However that did not stop him from trying, just once to catch Bakugou’s eye.
But nothing. Didn’t even look. Just too focused on beefing with a very tall ballerina that looked like he was a son of a librarian and a boxing champion. Cool mix.
“Right…” Kirishima muttered.
“Ready.”
Kirishima turned, Todoroki was stood beside him, already finished packing.
“Y-yeah, let’s go.”
The air outside was cooler. Quieter, more open. Todoroki stopped near the edge of the courtyard and turned to him.
“Why did you want to talk to me?”
Straight to the point. Typical.
Kirishima blinked anyways with surprise uncertainty. “Oh- uhm…” Think.
“Dudeee!" he said suddenly, way too casually, “you’re dating my best bro friend!”
Pause.
“Yes.”
“So like, why wouldn’t we talk?!” Kirishima attempted to smoothly lean across the water fountain beside him, not realising there was no fountain and almost tripping and breaking his skull.
Another pause. Another long ass pause from Todoroki. He stared at him. “You’ve never made an effort to talk to me before…”
Silence.
“…WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-“ Kirishima laughed (if you can consider the weird hyperventilating squaking sound he was making a laugh), way too loud. “Sure I have bro-“
“No. You have not.”
“I’m pretty sure-“
“No.”
“Okay but that one time-“
“You haven’t”
“But what about-“
“That wasn’t me.”
Kirishima pointed at him, “Conversation starters are a two way street buddy!”
Todoroki blinked, “You’ve never approached me before today.”
“YOU could have approached ME!”
“Why would I do that.”
“Because..I’m approachable…?”
“You are loud.”
“…And?”
“That makes you not approachable.”
“Okay wow. Whatever bro.” A beat “Anyways…” Kirishima cleared his throat. Regroup. Focus.
“I actually wanted to ask you something.”
“About what.”
“Bakugou.”
Todoroki didn’t react, he didn’t question it, just, “Okay.”
Kirishima blinked, “Okay?”
“What about him.”
“…What’s the deal between him and Midoriya?” Killed it. Simple. Casual. Totally a normal question. Totally not random and out of the blue and totally not a question that has super obvious implications behind it. Definitely not something any normal person with normal social cues would pick up on
Todoroki nodded slightly. “They’ve known each other since birth.” Oh okay that was easy.
Kirishima paused. “What?”
“Their mothers danced together, they grew up side by side. Midoriya said they’ve always been close.”
Kirishima processed that. “So they’re like-“ He gestured vaguely, “brothers?”
Todoroki’s expression shifted, just slightly. Almost to...mild discomfort. “…No..”
“What! Why not!?”
“…That would be…strange.”
“Wha- why!?”
Todoroki blinked. “Because Bakugou had a crush on him.”
Silence. Kirishoma’s brain stopped. “What…”
“Last year,” Todoroki continued, “he confessed, reluctantly. Midoriya told me.”
Kirishima stared. “He, he what. He confessed?”
“Yes.”
“To Midoriya?”
“Yes that is what I said.”
“And...?
“Midoriya did not feel the same.”
Blunt. Simple. Straight to the point.
“He said he sees him more like family.” A pause. ‘It upset Bakugou, but he expected that answer.”
Kirishima swallowed. “Right…so..” He forced it out. “He’s over it?”
Todoroki shrugged slightly, “I assume so. Midoriya said he seemed fine, said he expected it, so he’s probably fine.”
Probably.
Kirishima nodded. “Yeah.” Totally normal. Totally fine. Not like something in his chest just…dropped.
At least he now has confirmation Bakugou definitely likes boys…heh.
“Coooolllcoolcoolcoolcoolcool.” Kirishima said, barely audible staring into space.”
….
“Can I leave now?”
Kirishima blinked. “What?”
“I would like to have lunch with my boyfriend.”
Oh.
“Oh, y-yeah, of course-“
“Thank you.”
“Yeah no probs dude-“
Todoroki turned and started walking, until-
“WAIT-“
Kirishima reached out and grabbed his wrist, not hard, just…enough.
Todoroki stopped and looked down to the hand holding his wrist, and then back up to him. “Yes?”
Kirishima hesitated. “Can you…” A beat, “keep this between us…?”
Silence. Todoroki studied him for a second. Two seconds. Then, a nod.
Todoroki then pulled his wrist free and walked away, leaving Kirishima there, alone, with information he definitely didn’t ask for. Or well, he guess he did in a weird round about way. But still, he now wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.
Kirishima’s dorm room sat on the fourth floor of Building One, Street Division. You could tell immediately when entering who it belonged to. Not because of the mess, (though yeah, there was some of that.), but because of the energy. The space felt lived in, warm, unfiltered. His bed was pushed against the far wall, sheets half tucked, half abandoned like he’d given up halfway through making it that morning. A dark red hoodie was thrown over the end of it, along with a pair of jogger that had definitely been worn more than once before hitting the laundry basket.Posters covered most of the walls, not neat or aligned, just layered. Old hip hop crews, street battles, graffiti style art. A couple peeling slightly at the corners. There was a speaker on his desk, scuffed at the edges, next to a water bottle and a notebook with scribbled choreography notes, arrows, counts, half formed ideas that only made sense to him.His dance shoes were kicked off near the door, one upright, one on its side. Like he’d taken them off mid thought.The window cracked open slightly, letting in the cool night air. Curtains shifting gently. The room wasn’t perfect, but it was his. And right now, he was staring at the ceiling, wide awake.
“Okay…” Focus. Choreography. Counts. That’s what he was supposed to be thinking about. “…Five, six, seven, eight…” Step. Turn. Drop- no… Okay reset.
“…Five..six, seven, eight..” Step. Turn. Spin- what? Not his. Not his choreography. “Ugh…” Kirishima rolled onto his side. “Focus..”
Again. “Five, six…” A hand, at someones waist, guiding and steady, “…seven…” A turn. Clean, controlled, “eight…” Sharp, precise, “oh my god..”
Kirishima dragged a hand down his face. “Seriously!?” He flipped onto his back again, staring at the ceiling. Try again. “Okay…”
Focus. Not on Him. Not- “Three.” Kirishima blinked. “What…”
’Started when I was three.’
“Nope.” He turned onto his stomach this time, burying his face into his pillow. “We’re not doing this.”
‘You’ve got power.’
Kirishima froze. “I hate this…I hate you…” He rolled over again and sat up slightly, running his hand through his hair.
“Why am I stuck thinking about him.” Because it wasn’t just one thing. It wasn’t just the dancing or the way he moved, or the way he- “ARUGHH!” Kirishima flopped back down. Because now, it was everything. The conversation. The way he talked. The way he smirked and one of his dimples on his cheek would show- “I DO NOT need this right now.” Kirishima said staring at the ceiling again.
It was quiet now. Because now he knew more than she should. And the stuck. 'He confessed last year.' Kirishima’s jaw tightened slightly. 'He’s probably fine.' Kirishima recalled Todoroki’s words. Yeah, probably fine his ass.
Kirishima turned his head to the side, staring at the faint light coming through the window. “Why do I care.” The silence didn’t answer. “I don’t care.” He did. “I don’t” He really did. “This is stupid. He pulled his blanket up slightly, like maybe it would hide him from these thoughts. Like it would stop his brain from replaying…everything.”
“Five, six, seven, eight,” Step. Turn. Blonde hair catching the light. “Fuck.” Drop. Sharp eyes, focused. “Stop.” Kick. ‘You don’t need music.’ “OH MY GODD-“ Kirishima groaned loudly into his pillow. “I am actually loosing it.” He said muffled into his pillow. And maybe he was, because no matter how hard he focused, no matter how many counts he ran, it always came back to him. To Bakugou. “This is bad… really bad.”
He rolled onto his back one last time and stared at the ceiling. His heart was slightly too loud, and his thoughts were slightly too full.
“Five, six, seven, eight,” But this time, he didn’t even try to finish it.
The studio was chaotic and alive. Music was pulsing through the speakers, shoes squeaking against the floor, bodies were moving, stretching, warming up. Everything was normal. Kirishima needed normal.
“Five, six, seven,” He hit the sequence, sharp, grounded, focused. Or at least trying to be, “…eight.”
Reset. Again. Because if he kept moving, kept thinking about counts, then maybe, just maybe-
“Oi.” Kirishima froze mid step. Uh oh, that tone. He knew that tone. Slowly he turned around. Sero stood by the door, hair in a low bun, bag thrown aside, arms crossed with an eyebrow raised, looking straight at Kirishima, looking…suspicious, and a little pissed off.
“Hey man-“
“Why,” Sero interrupted, “are you having secret conversations with my boyfriend.”
Silence. Oh shit.
Behind him Mina immediately perked up, “HUH!?”
Kaminari spun around too, “Did I hear that right?”
From the corner, Jiro slowly looked up, “Secret conversations…?”
Kirishima held up his hands. “Okay, FIRST OF ALL-“
“-No no no no,” Mina cut in, “we’re not skipping past that!”
“Secret!?” Kaminari added, “Since when do YOU Mr ‘I wear my heart on my sleeve and need to tell the entire school every feeling and opinion I’ve ever had’, have secrets?!”
“I don’t have secrets!”
“You told him not to tell anyone.” Sero said flatly.
Kirishima paused, “You heard me say that…?”
“No.” Sero said. “He was just acting weird all day yesterday and when I FINALLY got him to tell me what was up, he said YOU told him he wasn’t allowed to say anything, which is somehow worse.”
“Okay, yeah thats fair I guess…”
“What did you say to him!?” Mina demanded.
“Nothing bad-“
“Then why are you getting Todoroki to keep secrets from everyone including HIS BOYFRIEND?” Sero added.
“Because…” Kirishima stopped. Fuck. There was no way he could lie his way out of this. Not with them.
“Because..?” Jiro leaned forward.
“Because what.” Sero finished, walked closer to Kirishima.
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck looking way. “It’s dumb.”
“Dude it can’t be that dumb-“ Kaminari said.
“It’s so dumb.”
“Say it.” Jiro added.
“I can’t..”
Sero let out a long sigh and slowly and scarily calming walked towards Kirishima, then grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him in closer. “You have 10 seconds to tell me what the fuck you said to Shoto or I will put perminent black hair dye into your shampoo bottle when you least expect it and make you relive every single piece of your middle trauma over again, got it?”
Kirishima gulped and nodded quickly, “Loud and clear.”
Sero smiled and let go of him, patting his shoulder, “Good! Now what the fuck did you say.”
“That was cold as fuck.” Mina said under her breathe.
Well this was it. He absolutely couldn’t avoid it anymore. “…I asked about Bakugou okay..happy now?”
Silence. Long uncomfortable silence. Then-
“Oh my god.” Mina’s face like up. “OH MY GOD.”
“No way-“ Kaminari said.
Jiro just stared at him. “You’re kidding.”
Sero blinked. “You asked Todoroki…about Bakugou.”
“Yeah…”
“And told him to keep it a secret.”
“Yeah…”
“…You have a crush on him.”
Kirishima choked, “WHAT- NO-“
“Dude,” Sero said. “That’s exactly what this is.”
“It is NOT-“
“It literally is.”
“You couldn’t be MORE WRONG.”
“It’s textbook.” Jiro added. “Do you remember when I first started liking Mono a few months ago, I went to all the ballerina’s asking about her.
Mina nodded, “Yeah dude, remember when Todoroki went to Kaminari to ask what manga Sero liked?”
Sero pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yeah dude you really stitched me up with that, you made him buy like four different variations of ero-manga, it was humiliating.”
Kaminari rolled his eyes, “Bet you still kept the copies though.”
“This isn’t about me!” Sero blushed, “this is about YOU.” He said looking at Kirishima. “I bet you asked about Midoriya too, didnt you.”
Kirishima froze. “HOW DID YOU-“
Sero shrugged. “Dude it’s obvious, you’ve been giving the poor kid daggers all around campus since yesterday.”
“How would you know, this is the first time you’ve seen me this morning…”
“Because Midoriya came up to me and asked if you were okay! Said you were staring at him funny all morning.”
“I just asked because I was curious okay…”
“Oh I call bullshit.” Mina said.
“Kirishima you like the kid, who the fuck cares.” Jiro said bluntly.
Kirishima dragged his hands down his face. “OKAY FINE…”
“Fine?” Jiro said.
“Fine..” He muttered. “I might…like him.
Silence. Then explosion.
“HAHAHAHHA-“
“FUCKING KNEW IT-“
“AFTER ALL THE SHIT YOU TALKED AS WELL-“
“THE WAY YOU JUDGED US SO HARD FOR DATING BALLERINAS AND NOW LOOK AT YOU HAHHAA-“
“NOOO WE LOST ANOTHER ONE TO THEM.”
“THIS IS SO FUNNY LOOK AT HIS FACE.”
“Dude,” Kaminari managed to wheeze out, “you’ve been staring at him for WEEKS.”
“I haven’t…”
“You literally stopped mid routine because he walked by the studio-“
“That was ONE TIME-“
“HAHA THAT HAPPENED FOUR TIMES JUST LAST WEEK.” Mina laughed.
“I don’t know why you find this so funny.”
“BECAUSE! Your Mr ‘ballet is boring and ballerinas are even more boring.’
“Oh whatever-“
“You catching feelings for a ballerina IS THE FUNNIEST thing that could’ve happened to you.”
Jiro walked up to Kirishima and placed her arm around his shoulder, “And the fact you didnt just catch feelings for any ballerina, but the scariest one, is even funnier.”
They all laughed harder.
“So!” Kaminari said wiping away a tear, “what are you gonna do about it?”
“Nothing!”
“Didnt you already like stalk him that one time at 6am?”
“That was a COINCIDENCE, I was TRAINING.”
“Oh sure lover-boy!”
More laughter, but underneath it, something settled, something real. They weren’t judging him, not really, it was just friendly teasing. It made Kirishima feel a little more at ease.
“So..” Sero said after a moment, “What did Todoroki say.”
Kirishima hesitated. “Nothing useful…” Not entirely a lie. “Just that he and Midoriya are close.”
Sero looked at him for a moment then shrugged, “Yeah, we been knew.”
A beat, then, Jiro snorted. “Still down bad though.”
And just like that, everything was loud again. Normal. But this time, Kirishima couldn’t ignore it, he couldn’t pretend. Because now, it had a name. A label. He officially had a crush. And the people who mattered most to him knew. And somehow, that made it worse.
“This is so bad,” He muttered, “This is so so bad.”
But he didn’t deny it, not anymore.
Kirishina was…functioning. Which in all honesty he was grateful he wasn’t even capable of that at this point.
His mind was in a steady place, and he definitely wasn’t thinking about thinking in particular. Especially not-
“Watch where you’re going.”
Kirishima stopped dead. Right in front of…one of the schools statues?
“Oh.. thank you! I almost totally bumped into-“ Oh. For fucks sake.
The universe must’ve had a sense of humour, because right beside him, the person who just almost seen him walk head first into a statue, was no other than Katsuki Bakugou.
“Hi..” Kirishima said. Smooth. So smooth.
Bakugou raised a brow slightly. “You’re in the ballet division wing.”
“Yeah…”
“So you should know thats where they have these big fuck ass statues, so you should watch where you going so you don’t look like an idiot.”
“Right…” A pause. They just, stood there.
“So..” Kirishima said, because apparently he’d lost all survival instincts, “what are you doing?”
Bakugou stared at him blankly. “Walking.”
“Right…”
“In the hallway.”
“Yeah…”
“Thats what people do here.”
“Cool…”
Silence.
“You’re weird today.”
“I’m not weird.”
“Yes you are.”
Abort. Abort conversation. Run away like the piss baby you are- wait. Actually no. Don’t abort. Recover like the manly man you are!
“I just got coffee!” Kirishima blurted. Why. Why did he say that.
Bakugou blinked. “Okay…”
“And uh-“ Stop. Talking. Kirishima. “The barista was like really hot.” Kirishima internally died.
Bakugou stared at him. “What…”
“Like-“ WHY ARE YOU CONTINUING. “I fully forgot how to function, I just stood there like an idiot looking at him, I didn’t know what to say then totally messed up my order! I had like a TOTAL gay panic”
A pause, “You’d get that!”
Silence. Complete. Utter. Silence. Kirishima froze. Bakugou doesn’t know that he knows he likes guys. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no-
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed slightly. “….Why would I get that.”
Kirishima’s soul left his body. “I-" Think. THINK. “I just-" Abort. “I didn’t mean-"
“…Do you think every guy who does ballet is gay?"
Kirishima choked. “WHAT-NO”
“I mean thats a pretty big assumption.”
“I DIDNT-“
“Or was it just me?”
“I DIDN’T SAY-"
“Oh, so you do think I am.”
“NO-YES-WAIT-NO-"
Kirishima physically took a step back. “I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT-"
“…Relax.”
A beat. Then…Bakugou laughed. Like ACTUALLY laughed. Not a scoff or a huff. A full, real, dimples on display laugh. Short, but so real. Kirishima stared in complete shock, mouth agape in a shocked smile. “You’re…messing with me…”
“Obviously..”
“WHAT THE HELL MAN-"
“You should see your face right now.”
“You’re the worst!”
“Hey, you gave me the opportunity, I just took it.”
Kirishima’s face felt hot. “You made…a joke.”
“Yeah don’t make it weird.”
“YOU made it weird!”
“I wasn’t the one who brought up hot baristas.”
“Fine! Okay yeah I made it weird.” Kirishima laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “So..” Oh don’t do it again. Do NOT do it. “Do you uh…” He’s doing it. You already know the answer WHY are you asking?! “Actually….” Welp you’re already this far, might as well say it, “like guys…?”
Silence. Kirishima stopped breathing. Bakugou looked at him. For a second. Two. And then…he smiled. Small, subtle, but there. And simply nodded.
Kirishima finally understood Kaminari when he says his brain short circuits. “Oh..cool.” WHY DID YOU SAY THAT. “Same…” WHY DID YOU SAY THAT.
Bakugou raised a brow. “You’re terrible at this.”
“HA HA AT WHAT?”
“You just, panic and start talking.”
“HA HA YEAH I DO.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“HA HA YEAH I KNOW.”
A bit of silence. Kirishima attempts to cool down. There is no way he can continue this interaction. He needs to think rationally..he needs to, abort!
“Anyways..I gotta go!”
“Yeah.”
“I have, a thing."
Bakugou nodded his head and scrunched his eyebrows, obviously pretending to agree. “Sure.”
“Important things…”
“Oh obviously.”
“Okaybye!”
And then he turned and walked away. Fast. Very fast.
“Idiot..” He heard as he left. But it didn’t sound annoyed. Not really.
Kirishima didn’t stop walking. He didn’t look back. He didn’t breathe properly until he turned the corner. “Oh my god..” Hands on his head. Because that just happened. He just did that. Just said that. He just totally embarrassed the hell out of himself. But at the same time, managed to make Bakugou laugh? Was this a win? Or a really terrible fail?