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Midoriya peacefully sat upon his bed as he absent-mindedly scrolled through his phone, the silence that enveloped him gave him a feeling of serenity that he hadn't felt in a long time. All of his academic stress seemed to melt away as he shifted into his silk smooth sheets. It was perfect, almost too perfect—
Then he heard a loud rapping at his door.
He let out a defeated sigh, standing. He expected that it would probably be Iida, who had probably caught wind of a party invite or something of the sort and had rushed off to retrieve him-that, or they were playing Room King again.
He was unpleasantly surprised to see a disheveled, flustered Bakugou at his door.
Before he could say, 'why are you here', Bakugou pushed him aside and let himself in, causing him to pull a forced smile. ''Hi, Kacchan, may I ask—''
''Shut up.''
''But-''
''I SAID BE QUIET, DEKU!''
He made a pensive expression, closing his mouth slowly with a strained smile. Bakugou, naturally, made himself comfortable on his bed, lying down with his feet crossed and his arms behind his head.
''May I ask why you're here?'' Midoriya finally managed, shoving his phone into the pocket of his shorts.
''Dunno,'' Bakugou responded simply.
There was a riveting silence for a few minutes as Midoriya awkwardly stared at Bakugou, hoping he'd give a better explanation to why he just barged into his room without even consulting him first. Bakugou, as per the usual, said nothing, staring at the ceiling brainlessly.
''Did you have an argument with someone?'' He tried.
''No.''
''Did you beat someone up?''
''No.''
''Then why the fuck are you in my room, Bakugou Katsuki?'' He said ominously, his smile becoming passive aggressive.
''DON'T CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME YOU...YOU...YOU UNSINGLE BASTARD!'' Bakugou snapped, half-heartedly glaring at Midoriya, as his omnious aurora was unnatural to him.
''Unsingle isn't a word,'' he grumbled.
''I CAN USE ANY DAMN WORD I WANT, DEKU! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!"'
''Did you just come into my room to scream at me?'' Midoriya scoffed uneasily, briefly looking up at God in hopes Bakugou wouldn't try to be physical with him—he didn't want his figurines damaged!
''No,'' Bakugou mumbled, becoming a bit more submissive as he rolled over, ''I came...for a reason.''
''Which is?''
Bakugou paused for a moment, seemingly embarrassed, before awkwardly inhaling, ''you're dating half-and-half bastard, yeah?''
''Yes,'' he muttered, fearful to what the reason was now, ''why?''
Another small pause, another inhale, before Bakugou said something Midoriya never thought he'd ever hear from him, well, unless he was having a fever dream, ''I want...dating advice.''
''Excuse me...?'' He said frantically.
''I SAID I WANT DATING ADVICE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT, DO YOU WANT ME TO SCREAM IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS?''
''You're already doing that.''
''SHUT UP.''
''I can't give you constructive advice if you keep screaming at me, Kacchan, also, are dating someone?''
''No.''
''Do you want to date someone?''
''...Maybe.''
''Oh my God,'' he clapped his hands together, ''I can't believe you came to me! I feel so honored! Though I never expected you to come to me for anything ever other than to murder me in my sleep! But honored nonetheless!''
''Be quiet, you're stupid and I hate you,'' he insulted weakly, obviously still embarrassed.
''Who is the person?''
''What person?''
''The person you want to date?''
''WHY WOULD I TELL YOU THAT?'' Bakugou hollered, sitting up suddenly with a red face.
''Because our classmates are unique,'' he was a bit surprised at himself at the fact he was able to keep a calm tone, ''general advice wouldn't really do all that well.''
''...BUT...I...FINE OKAY I'LL TELL YOU BUT IF YOU TELL ANYONE I WILL MURDER YOU! NO ONE WILL FIND YOUR BODY! SWEAR TO ME YOU WON'T TELL!''
''Okay—''
''SWEAR TO ME!'' Bakugou snarled demonically, grabbing the collar of his shirt and forcibly dragging him forwards.
''OKAY, I SWEAR, I SWEAR,'' he squealed.
Bakugou promptly released him, plopping back down on the bed and crossing his legs as he stared down at the floor. He let out an unsteady exhale before speaking, ''its Kirishima.''
''Honestly, thats not surprising.''
''SHUT UP! IT IS SURPRISING!"'
''It really isn't—I mean, you two are so close, I've never seen you get so close to someone before. Plus, I've never seen anyone be allowed to have so much physical contact with you, ever.''
Bakugou buried his face into his palms, whisper-screaming something that he assumed was 'bastard'.
Midoriya sat himself neatly on the floor in front of him, clapping his hands together again out of habit, ''so, I'm guessing you want to ask him out?''
Bakugou nodded, still hiding in his palms.
''Okay, well, Kirishima-kun likes manly things, correct? Why don't you ask him out in a 'manly' way?''
''How do you even ask someone out in a 'manly' way? Sounds fucking stupid.''
''I don't know—flex your muscles at him?''
Bakugou let out a flustered growl, ''I'M NOT FUCKING DOING THAT, THATS WEIRD AND EMBARASSING AND I'M NOT GONNA EMBARASS MYSELF BECAUSE OF YOU!''
''Okay, okay, fine, I don't know Kirishima-kun as well as you do, okay? Why don't you tell me what he likes?''
''Of course I gotta do everything myself,'' Bakugou muttered in a seethed manner, ''I dunno, he likes sparring, studying, but only with me, sappy shit, crocs, Crimson Riot, those stupid friends of his, meat, being stupid—''
''Okay, I think thats enough, you said he likes sappy things, correct? Well, maybe you could write him a love letter.''
''Love letters are sappy and gross.''
''You just said he likes sappy things, though,'' Midoriya disputed.
''Fine, fine, okay, but you're helping me fucking write it because you're stupid and sappy, too.''
''Thanks,'' he muttered sarcastically, standing and walking over to one of his figurine-covered desks. Midoriya pulled out a small notebook and neatly tore out a page, seating himself in front of Bakugou again. He scooted backwards and slapped the floor in front of him, urging Bakugou to sit in front of him. Begrudgingly, Bakugou complied.
He scooted the paper to Bakugou, ''well, naturally, you have to start with 'Dear Kirishima,'' he muttered.
''I KNOW I'M NOT STUPID OKAY,'' Bakugou snarled, ''BASTARD.''
''Do you want to do a poem or just a regular letter?'' Midoriya chose to not acknowledge the insult.
''Poems are stupid.''
''Just a regular letter it is, then,'' he sighed, ''okay, tell me what you want to write first.''
Bakugou dramatically inhaled, ''I like your face, date me or else.''
''Bakugou, don't write that.''
''WHY NOT? ITS STRAIGHT TO THE POINT!'' He snapped.
''You..you shouldn't threaten someone to date you, plus, its way too simplistic.'' Midoriya advised, ''try something more like, 'you're my favorite person in the world'.''
''Fine,'' Bakugou aggressively scribbled on the sheet of paper before looking up at him, ''I'm gonna write, 'you are stupid and I think its cute','' he muttered.
''Okay, thats much better! Very Bakugou.''
''SHUT UP OF COURSE ITS BETTER THAN YOUR STUPID IDEAS BASTARD!'' He yelled explosively as he scribbled it down in an aggressive fashion.
''Now, what do you want to write?''
Bakugou was silent for a moment before omnious saying, ''love me or else.''
''Bakugou, no.''
''Fine, whatever, 'I like your hair'.''
''Better,'' he sighed, feeling almost like he was tutoring a toddler.
''Uhm, 'I like your eyes. I like your voice. Date me'.''
''Put a 'please' in front of the date me, again, it sounds threatening.''
''Fine, 'please date me', happy?''
''Yes! Do you want to finish it there or should we continue?''
''This is already sappy enough,'' Bakugou grumbled.
''Okay! Now you can go ahead and give it to Kirishima!''
''...I have to give it to Kirishima?''
Midoriya pulled a pensive expression, ''yes, thats why we wrote the letter. Its a confession letter. He won't know unless you give it to him.''
''But its embarrassing!''
''Bakugou,'' Midoriya said in a dangerous, yet motherly tone.
''DON'T THREATEN ME YOU BASTARD, FINE, OKAY, I'LL FUCKING GIVE IT TO HIM BUT YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME!''
''Fine,'' he sighed, dejectedly standing as Bakugou stomped out of his room, grumbling at the fact he had to chase after him.
Once they reached Kirishima's door, Bakugou gave it a blank stare. He just stood there, making Midoriya let out a frustrated sigh as he facepalmed, ''knock on the door.''
''Can't I just...slip it under? Thats way fucking easier—''
''Bakugou, it'll be more personal if you give it to him.''
''FINE I'LL FUCKING KNOCK BUT THIS ISN'T BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TOO!'' He snarled, Midoriya feeling sympathetic for Kirishima, as he probably was startled by the muffled screams at his door.
Bakugou knocked on the door in a much more polite manner than he had on Midoriya's, making him feel kind of annoyed. He could have just knocked like that earlier...
Midoriya slide out of the frame of the door once Kirishima-kun opened it, grinning at the sight of Bakugou. ''Hey, bro! You wanna hangout?''
Bakugou leaned up against the door way in a flirtatious manner, making Midoriya feel an intense second-hand embarrassment, ''uh, hey,'' Bakugou said, noticeably deepening his voice.
''You okay, bro?'' Kirishima whined with concern, ''your voice got deeper! Does your throat hurt or something? I have cough syrup in my room if you need some!''
''No, stop being such a worry-wart, Shitty Hair!'' He snapped, ceasing the leaning so he could properly yell at Kirishima.
''Well, why are you here, bro?''
''I have...a gift,'' he muttered slowly, slowly taking the letter from his pocket and holding it out for Kirishima.
''AWW, BRO! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!'' Kirishima squealed, taking the letter graciously. ''What's inside? AWW, BRO, DID YOU GIVE ME MONEY?''
''NO, STUPID! ITS A LETTER!'' Bakugou roared.
''Aww, bro, thats so sweet,'' Kirishima beamed, ''I didn't know you were a writer!''
''Yeah, I'm a writer.''
''Why don't you come in? I wanna read the letter with you!''
Bakugou reddened, ''I HAVE TO GO NOW—''
''Why—''
''—BYE!'' Then, he slammed the door in his face, hurriedly walking off. Midoriya awkwardly trailed after him.
''You shouldn't have slammed the door in his face!'' He chided, ''it's rude!''
''SHUT UP DEKU DON'T FUCKING LECTURE ME!'' Bakugou squawked defensively.
''Stop yelling,'' said a familiar voice, Bakugou letting out a startled 'hh' noise. They both turned around to see—
''Shoto!'' Midoriya greeted adoringly, hugging him, ''you won't believe the day I've been having.''
Todoroki patted his back, stepping back as Midoriya released him, ''has Bakugou been annoying you?'' He said ominously, threateningly glaring at Bakugou, who hissed.
''DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD—''
''A little, but its okay, he actually came to me for advice today! It was so unexpected!''
''—DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE ABOVE ME! BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT! I'M THE MOST POWERFUL ONE HERE AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT—''
''He did?'' Todoroki muttered, surprised, ''what about?''
''—YOU STUPID BASTARD! STOP ACTING LIKE I'M NOT HERE! ALSO, THATS NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS!''
Midoriya sighed, ''I swore I wouldn't tell, but you'll probably figure it out soon enough,'' he snorted with a smile, making Todoroki smile back affectionately.
''STOP FUCKING IGNORING ME YOU BASTARDS!''
He turned around, giving Bakugou a half-hearted glare, before turning back to Todoroki, ''do you want to go hangout in the common room?''
''DON'T GLARE AT ME DEKU!''
''Yes, that sounds good,'' beamed Todoroki, ''is Bakugou going to join us?''
''I guess,'' Midoriya muttered awkwardly, ''he'll probably invite himself.''
''DAMN RIGHT I WILL!"'
''Alright, let us be off, then,'' Todoroki slid his hand to Midoriya's, grasping it softly. Midoriya beamed at him joyously as Bakugou followed behind them, screaming atrocities.
Once they reached the common room, Bakugou had managed to calm himself down, glowering at their peers as he sat cross-legged on the couch. Midoriya, glad to finally be in the presence of witnesses, kept his distance, quietly standing beside Todoroki.
"Baku!" Mina squeaked, crawling beside him, "you okay? You look worried!"
"I ain't worried," Bakugou said bashfully.
"Are you sure, dude?" Kaminari chimed in, "your brows are more wrinkled than usual."
"I'm FUCKIN' sure, stop botherin' me."
Uraraka gave him a suspicious gaze before standing and casually plopping down beside Bakugou. He gave her a firm glare as he watched her make seemingly cryptic hand gestures. He responded to them with a begrudging nod, her eyes lighting up instantly.
Midoriya supposed Bakugou had told her, which was kind of disappointing, as it felt nice to have Bakugou come to him first for advice, even if he was incredibly uncooperative.
The rest of his peers just supplied confused looks at the display, but, they decided to drop it, as Bakugou wasn't one to share.
"Sooo," Kaminari broke the silence, "how is everybody?"
"Meh," shrugged Mina, "day's been kinda dry."
"Yeah, especially when your boyfriend won't stop playing Minecraft on his phone," Kaminari said ominously before glaring down towards Sero, who was sitting about the couch in front of him. Sero merely supplied, "gamer rights, Denki," not daring to move an eye away from his phone screen.
"Gamer rights my ass, Hanta, give me attention," he spat, causing Bakugou to smirk.
"Attention whore," Bakugou ridiculed.
Kaminari gave him a pout, "don't be mean, Kacchan!"
"STOP TRYING TO CALL ME KACCHAN!"
"YOU LET MIDORIYA-KUN DO IT!" He whined.
"BECAUSE HE'S A DAMN BABY!" Bakugou snarled, grabbing Kaminari's shirt as explosions popped in his palm—
"BAKUGOU!" Came a dramatic shout from across the room, everyone turning to see a red-faced Kirishima standing in the hall, "I ACCEPT!"
"Accept what?" Mina tilted her head, putting her finger on her lip thoughtfully.
"YOUR CONFESSION!"
There was a small moment of silence before—"haha, Bakugou gay."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, HALF-N-HALF!" Screamed a red Bakugou.
Kirishima then ran up to Bakugou and hugged him from behind the couch, causing Bakugou to awkwardly release Kaminari, who was absolutely loosing his shit, to put it nicely.
Bakugou reddened to the point he could camouflage himself in Kirishima's hair—Midoriya could tell by his expression he was shocked, more or less, almost like he was going to explode—but in a good way.
"I...I...okay," the blonde managed, swallowing awkwardly.
Kirishima then planted a kiss in his head, making Bakugou twitch, avoiding his classmates gazes as they all watched in awe as Bakugou expressed emotions other than unbridled rage.
"Homosexual," Todoroki muttered.
"SHOVE OFF!" Bakugou immediately shifted back, gritting his teeth together.
"I'm so happy for you, Bakugou," grinned Uraraka, "you two fit each other well!"
"Whatever, Floaty," he muttered, Kirishima crawling over the back of the couch and plopping down next to him, "you and Pinky fit each other well too, or whatever."
"Oh my gosh! Baku gave us his blessing!" Mina squealed, shuffling towards Uraraka, "how nice!"
"Of course we fit each other well," she beamed, locking arms with her girlfriend, "we both have very good taste."
"Bakugou? Giving out compliments?" Sero raised a brow skeptically, "he must be in a good mood after getting that kiss from Kiri."
Bakugou gave Sero a glare, but he didn't seem the mind, "you wanna give me and Denki your blessing too, Bakugou?"
"No, Pikachu fucking sucks."
"Aww, c'mon man!" Kaminari whined, "why can't you be nice to me?"
"Because you're dumb," Bakugou said simply.
"He's not that dumb," Kirishima scolded, giving Bakugou a soft glare.
"...Whatever."
Kirishima then nudged Bakugou, motioning towards the hall, Bakugou let out an uneasy sigh, following after him once he got up and started to approach it.
"Be gay," Todoroki called after them, "commit tax fraud."
"FUCK OFF ICYHOT BEFORE I TEAR YOUR SKIN OFF!" Bakugou snarled over his shoulder as he stalked off, muttering curses.
"Where are they going?" Kaminari asked.
"They probably went to talk in private," Midoriya supplied with a relieved sigh, "I mean, they have lots to discuss."
"Guess so," Mina chuckled.
"So he really came to you about that?" Todoroki muttered to him, "I'm shocked."
"Me too," he whispered back, "though he was quite...frustrating about the whole situation."
"He's frustrating about everything with you, Izu," Todoroki laughed gently, fooling absentmindedly with the sleeve of his t-shirt.
"Yeah," he chuckled in agreement.
"You're kind of like siblings," Todoroki said, "you and him."
"I guess we are," he sighed again, leaning back against the arm of the couch, "I guess we are."