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Once a month, Bakugou locks himself in his room. No one knows why really, all that is apparent is that he gets really moody and sensitive for a while and Midoryia avoids him at all costs. And currently, it is the first day of his tantrum this month.
“Move it extras!” Bakugou yelled, pushing past a couple of first years standing in his way, scaring the absolute shit out of them. Kirishima hurried behind him, apologizing profoundly to the kids, giving them a sympathetic smile as stumbles after Bakugou, who was already stomping away.
“Dude!” He called, running to catch up and wrapping his arms around Bakugou’s tense shoulders, “You can’t be doing that!”
“Yes I can, shitty hair. Shut the fuck up.” He growled, glaring at everyone he locked eyes with for more than a split second.
Kirishima sighed, “Just calm down for a sec, ok? It’s only 8 in the morning.”
“I don’t care if it’s fucking 3 in the morning, I’m going to act like I want to.” He shot back, crossing his arms roughly.
Sighing again, Kirishima and him pulled up to the large door marked, ‘2-A.’ Bakugou pushed it open, walking inside and beelining to his seat. Following, Kirishima sat down in the seat next to him. Mr.Aizawa had put them next to each other this year due to the ability of Kirishima to calm down Bakugou in minutes compared to the others.
Class went on as usual, Kirishima spacing out, caught multiple times staring at Bakugou. The guy was just so damn pretty! It wasn’t his fault! Well, he knew the blonde would just tutor him later, so he knew he was ok.
When it ended, Kirishima stood up, shoving his things into his messy bag, and slung it over his shoulder. Bakugou immediately grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the classroom.
“Bakugou!” He yelped, “Slow down!”
“Fuck. Off.” He answered.
“Then let go of me.”
“....no.”
Kirishima smiled, slipping his hand down to link with Bakugou’s, their fingers twisting together. They had started holding hands at the beginning of the year, and Kirisima was surprised it was Bakugou who initiated it. He said it made him feel… safer?
Whatever the reason, Kirishima quickly grew accustomed to it and so did everyone else, not minding it whenever their hands magically found each other. Although he did always get suggestive smirks from Mina.
“Hey B?” He asked. Bakugou hummed, scrolling through his phone as they walked. “What’s been going on with you?” Bakugou suddenly tensed, his shoulders shooting up to his ears. “Cuz I’ve noticed this pattern with you… once every month for like a week? You start getting really moody and stuff and-”
“Shut up! It’s nothing! Just forget it dumb hair!” Bakugou hollered, snapping his gaze to Kirishima quickly.
“Woah, sorry man. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything-”
“Drop. It. Kirishima.” Bakugou thundered, punctuating his words harshly.
“Ah- sorry.” Bakugou never called Kirishima by his name. Always nicknames. So when he did, Kirishima knew he was serious.
But… what was he hiding?
Bakugou slunk into the dorms with Kirishima, letting go of his hand and turning down the hallway to the elevator.
“Hey, B, do you want anything to eat?” He called after him, walking into the kitchen.
“No, I’m good.” Bakugou yelled back, continuing down and stepping in the elevator. God, his cramps were killing him. He pressed a hand against his bladder, massaging the area as he grimaced, but nothing worked. He just needed to be away from all of the idiots for a second so he doesn’t blow one of them up.
Sauntering down the hallway, he threw open his door. Bakugou fell onto his bed with a thump, curling in a ball. Not only his cramps hurt, but his back was killing him and his fucking hormones were acting up again.
He groaned, Periods really do just fucking suck.
No one knows that he’s trans yet, well except for Deku, who knew him before he transitioned. Although his parents could pay for top surgery, his chest was still bigger than most of the boys in the class, but he was grateful for what he could have.
Besides, binders sucked, and he didn't want to have to put up with that. Bakugou grabbed his heating pad from where it was hidden and turned it on, desperate for a break. While it was heating up, he snatched Kirishima’s hoodie he had stolen a while ago and tugged it over his head.
He started scrolling on his phone, trying to waste time.
A few hours later, he heard a knock on the door. His head snapped up as Kirishima’s voice reached his ears, “Hey man! I brought you some food, since you haven’t come out yet. I thought you might be hungry?”
Shit. Shit shit shit shit. He threw his phone down, responding, “Yeah whatever, give me a second.” He tore off the heating pad, shutting it off and stuffing it underneath his pillows. That should be fine. He got up, rushing over to the door and opening it.
“What?” He asked gruffly, glaring at Kirishima in the bright light.
“Food?” He asked, holding out some tantanmen to him. “I ordered it in.” He scratched the back of his neck, smiling shyly at him.
Bakugou sighed, taking it out of his hand. “Thanks.” He muttered.
“Sure thing!” There was a small period of silence between then and Bakugou shifted on his feet. “Hey… is that- are you wearing my sweatshirt?” Kirishima asked, a large smiling creeping onto his lips.
Fuck. Bakugou looked down, and sure enough, he had forgotten to take it off. “S-so what if it is yours, shove off shitty hair.”
“Awwwww, Bakuuuu!”
“I said shove off!” He blushed, pushing the other’s shoulder as he laughed.
“It’s alright.” Kirishima hummed, leaning on the door frame, “You look pretty cute in it.”
Bakugou sputtered, breaking out in a larger blush as he grumbled another thank you and shut the door quickly.
The next day, Bakugou was even more moody. He snapped at multiple people, most of which being Kirishima. Although, Kirishima always got a mumbled apology after a while. However, this also led to Kirishima apologizing to the other people for him, and it was very tiring.
At the end of the day, Bakugou once again locked himself in his dorm, no lights turning on at all as it got darker. Kirishima was starting to get worried for his bro, it never really concerned him before, but Bakugou can’t keep doing this to himself.
If he kept it up, Kirishima realized that he was going to have to try to make him feel better, it certainly wasn’t happening on its own.
The next two days, Bakugou did the same thing everyday, and Kirishima was getting more and more aggravated. Bakugou was being really rude and hadn’t talked to anyone (other than sparing), in what seemed like forever. (Ok, maybe it wasn’t forever, But kirishima was bored as hell all the time now.)
That night, Kirishima couldn't sleep, his clock glowed 1:12 in the morning. He groaned, flopping on his back and rubbing his face. He laid there in controlling silence, boring holes in his ceiling until he heard it.
A soft whimper coming from the other side of his wall. Huh? Why was Bakugou even up right now? He lifted himself onto his elbow, looking at the wall as if it would give him the secrets of the room next to his.
He heard another, a louder one and then a sniffle following. Ok, what the hell? What was wrong? He threw his covers off, not bothering to put on any more clothes as he opened his door and padded to Bakugou’s. He knocked, hearing the sniffling stop inside.
“Bakugou?” He questioned, but there was no answer. Maybe he was trying to make Kirishima think he was asleep. But if he was asleep right now,.. then he would be having a nightmare. And that would be bad.
He twisted the nob, opening the door and stepping into the dark room.
“B?”
Bakugou sat up slowly, looking at him, squinting in the light. Kirishima gasped as he saw tears tracking down from Bakugou’s eyes, his face scrunched and twisted.
“Woah, woah woah woah.” He began, rushing to him quickly and putting his hands on either side of his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked tenderly, rubbing his thumb up and down.
“C-cramps.” Bakugou rasped, clutching his stomach.
“Oh, baby, what hurts? Are you getting leg cramps or something?” Kirishima fretted, his eyes sweeping the boy in front of him. Bakugou shook his head.
“Period cramps.” He insinuated quietly.
Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows. “Period… cramps?” He cocked his head to the side, not understanding. Why would Bakugou be having period cramps? Boys don’t get-
Kirishima’s eyes widened as it clicked. “You’re…”
“Trans.” Bakugou muttered, looking away from him. Kirishima let his hands drop. Bakugou curled in on himself, scooting back and leaning against the headboard as he hugged his knees to his chest. “I u-understand if you think that’s weird.” He croaked.
“It’s not very manly to be- to be… trans. So it’s ok if you-” Bakugou choked himself up, burying his head in his knees as he started crying heavier, “If you don’t want to be my friend anymore.”
Kirishima just stared at him for a second. His brain was processing the information he had just heard, his face frozen in confusion.
Bakugou suddenly lifted his head, viciously wiping at his tears as he glared at Kirishima. “You know what? Fuck you. Yeah. Fuck you Kirishima. I don’t-” his voice cracked, “I don’t need you. I don’t need you. If you don’t like it then you can- you can… just fuck off.”
But then it hit Kirishima what his best friend was telling him and he lunged forward, wrapping him in a hug tightly.
“No, no no no. Of course I still want to be your friend! Being trans is manly too!” He spilled, dragging Bakugou into his chest. “It’s ok, it’s ok.”
He rocked back and forth, carding his fingers through the other’s hair. Bakugou hiccuped, burying his head into Kirishima's shoulder. He tried to hold in his tears, holding his breath along with it, but Kirishima just held him through it, allowing his walls to slowly crumble.
After a while, after Bakugou wasn’t bawling as hard, he broke the silence. “Do you… think any different of me now?” He asked.
“Wha- Bakugou no!” He pulled away, cupping Bakugou’s cheek to make him look at him. “Baby, that has nothing to do with what I think of you! You’re still you!”
Bakugou cringed, his face wrinkling to disguise his obvious fragile state with familiar anger.
“You got that?” Kirishima asked sternly, “You’re still you Bakugou. It doesn’t matter what body you were put in. You’re still the strongest person of us all.”
“But-”
“No. Buts.”
Bakugou huffed, pushing himself back into Kirishima’s shoulder as he muttered, “Fine.”
They stayed like that for a while, until Kirishima noticed Bakugou was clutching at his stomach again.
“Still hurt?” He asked, nuzzling into Bakugou’s hair. He nodded. Kirishima sighed softly, feeling bad for the blonde. He grabbed him, turning Bakugou onto his back, laying him down against his pillows. Kirishima got up quickly, proclaiming, “I’ll be right back B, ok?”
“You better, shit head.” Bakugou grumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. Kirishima smiled, slipping out of his room. He ran over to his, throwing open the door as shuffled quickly around his room.
He grabbed Advil, a water bottle that was laying around, one of his sweatshirts, a fluffy blanket, and some spicy chips he had from when he and Bakugou studied last. He scampered back to Bakugou’s room, and opened the door, shutting it behind him. Bakugou was in more or less the same position he was in before, a few tears gathering at his eyes again.
God, it must really suck.
He walked over to him, wiping away one of the tears and sat down. He handed two pills to Bakugou and the water bottle, letting him take them as he draped the blanket over his shoulders.
When he was done, he handed over the sweatshirt, smiling shyly and rubbing the back of his neck.
“What makes you think I would want that?” Bakugou jested.
“Well, you were wearing mine before, so I just thought that you might-”
Bakugou snatched it quickly to shut him up, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Kirishima just smiled brightly as he slipped it on.
“Oh! Here you go!” He trilled, handing over the chips. Bakugou let a small smile tug on his lips as he took them, laying back. Kirishima followed, laying his head on Bakugou’s chest. He rested his hands on bakugou’s hips and massaged his skin slightly. He felt Bakugou untense slightly under him, so he kept going, massaging his back and stomach.
“You got a heating pad?” He asked quietly, looking up at him.
“Yeah.” He grunted, “‘S in the drawer over there.” Kirishima reached over and fumbled around until he grabbed it.
He looked at it a while, trying to figure out how to turn it on, his brow furrowed. Bakugou found it incredibly cute. When he got it on, he placed it on Bakugou’s lower stomach and resumed his position from before, and resumed his administrations.
Bakugou felt way better already.
He must have fallen asleep at some point, because when his eyes opened again, light was streaming in through his window and his face felt stiff. He rubbed it, looking down and finding Kirishima’s head resting on his pec, his leg wrapped around his own, and the heating pad, at a lower temperature, still resting on him.
He turned it off, throwing it on the floor quietly, and carded his hands through Kirishima’s messed up hair. He brushed the rest of the gel out, sighing and looking at the ceiling. He hoped Kirishima would be ok with this.
The man in his arms hummed, tilting his head up and smiling slightly. Bakugou’s breath hitched, and froze. His eyes slid open and he pouted up at Bakugou, his voice low and raspy as he asked, “Why’d you stop, baby?”
Bakugou’s heart sped up as he stared at him.
Baby?
“Baby?” He questioned.
Kirishima’s face heated up, and he coughed on his own spit, sitting up. “Ah, sorry dude. Habit.”
“How is that a habit?”
“Uhm, I don’t... know?” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. Bakugou laughed, smirking at him.
“It’s fine, dumbass.”
Kirishima’s head whipped around to him, his eyes wide. “R-really?”
Bakugou smiled wider, crossing his arms and leaning back, “Yeap.”
Kirishima’s expression suddenly went from exceedingly happy to completely solem within a matter of seconds. “Bakugou, will you go out with me?” He asked.
Bakugou’s brain stopped.
Kirishima wanted to go out with him? Date him? Even though he was… like this? Even though he didn’t have the right body? No. There was no way that was what he meant. There was no way he meant that.
“Bakugou?”
There was no way he could love Bakugou. Kirishima was perfect. Bakugou was… well, he wasn’t. It just wasn’t possible.
“Is that a no?”
Bakugou’s eyes snapped to his. Kirishima looked sad? Disappointed? Scared? Kirishima shrunk in on himself, muttering, “S-Sorry for asking man. That just made it all weird huh. My bad,” he laughed bitterly, “I guess that was dumb of me to ask. Just forget I said anything dude! Back to being bros, got it!” He smiled at Bakugou, but that smile was forced. Forced and fake.
It made Bakugou’s stomach leap.
“No!” He shouted, startling Kirishima. “No, I mean- Not no- just, I- god.” He took a breath, “Yeah, I’ll go out with you.” He muttered.
“For real?” Kirishima asked, his eyes growing large.
“Yeah… I just- I don’t understand it.” Bakugou exulted, looking down at the blankets he was twisting in his hands.
“What don’t you understand?”
“Why… me? I guess? I mean I’m not anything like the ideal boyfriend, so-”
“Bakugou. Katsuki.” Kirishima growled, and Bakugou looked up at him quickly, surprised. “Don’t talk about yourself that way. Of course you are the ideal boyfriend. You’re strong, manly, cool, and who gives a goddamn fuck if you’re not harboring the right ‘parts,’ Alright? I don’t care, and neither should anyone else. So just stop it with that.”
Bakugou opened his mouth to respond, but clicked it shut. Kirishima sounded really fucking serious. He looked away, nodding slightly.
“Good.” Kirishima hummed, reaching forward and pulling him to look at him. “Now can I kiss you B?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, and Kirishima leaned in, slotting their lips together. Fire burned in Bakugou’s chest as he finally got to taste them. To taste the strong taste of Kirishima’s lips.
He hummed, nipping at Kirishima’s bottom lip. He felt Kirishima smile into the kiss, opening his mouth for him. Their tongues met and his hand slid into Kirishima’s hair at the back of his head. Kirishima’s hand rested steadily on his cheek, rubbing the thumb up and down.
It was all too perfect and ended all too quickly. Kirishima looked at him. Bakugou looked back.
“Get out of my way icy hot!” Bakugou screeched, seething as walked into class.
Todoroki calmly stepped to the side, saying, “Please calm down Bakugou. This is time for class. Not shouting.”
“Would you just shut the fuck up?” He growled, sending a glare over his shoulder at him. Todoroki shrugged and Bakugou stomped over to his seat, throwing down his bag and sitting down. Kirishima then stumbled into class, Kaminari at his side, both of them laughing at something.
He caught Bakugou’s eye and smiled brighter, practically skipping over to him, “Hey babe!” He chattered, sitting down.
Bakugou didn’t reply, looking at the front with a scowl on his face. Kirishima cocked his head, confused for a second. But then he checked his phone. It was march 12th today, the first day of Bakugou’s period.
He looked over at the blonde, smiling sympathetically. “You good?” He asked.
Bakugou nodded.
Kirishima nodded back and reached over, grabbing his pinky and wrapping it in his own. Bakugou blushed, putting his head in his hands as Kirishima turned and talked to Uraraka, who was seated next to him. Their hands hung, pinkies linked in between them for basically the rest of class. No one questioned it.
At lunch, Kirishima let Bakugou cling to his arm as he ate, he had found that he likes a lot of physical touch when he’s like this.
After school, Bakugou and Kirishima cuddled for a while, watching an action movie and eating some food. Well, Bakugou ate most of it, but that’s ok, Kirishima didn’t really care for the spicy chips anyways.
That night, they were once again tangled together, both on their sides, Kirishima’s arm draped over his waist.
This week proved to be one of the best ones he had had in a while while bleeding out of his fucking uterus.
But anyways,
At least he had Kirishima now.