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“I’m boooored...” Mina whines from the couch in the common room.
“Me, tooooo!” Kaminari joins in.
From his seat at the island in the kitchenette, Katsuki rolls his eyes. He twists the top off a bottle of water, still cold from the fridge, and has a long drink. If he has to be stuck in here with these idiots for much longer, there are going to be casualties.
It’s Friday night, but the school is in a lockdown drill. They’re allowed to leave their rooms but not the building. Half the class is milling about in the common area, doing weekend homework or idly flipping through channels on the television. They’re all just waiting for it to lift and they have nothing to entertain them until it does.
“I know!” Mina exclaims less than a minute later. She sits bolt-upright.
Oh no.
“We should play Spin the Bottle!”
Oh FUCK no.
Kaminari pops up. “Hell yeah, we should!”
Mina springs off the couch to pick through the recycling. Gross. When she finally finds an item she deems acceptable, she bounces over to the sink to wash it off. Once it’s clean, she brandishes the soda bottle like a weapon in the air and strides back into the common area. Kaminari helps her move the coffee table and the two of them plop down on the floor, bottle in front of them.
No one joins them. The whole room is quiet.
“Oh, c’mon, guys!” Mina admonishes, “It’s just a little game. It’ll be fun!”
Still no one moves.
“It’s easy,” Kaminari says, “Just like this...”
He reaches out and spins the fucking bottle. As if on cue, the damn thing actually settles close to pointing at Mina. She squeals in delight, leans over and the two idiots mash their mouths together. They sit back, grinning like fiends.
“I’m game.”
Sero sidles over and plops himself down. Now there are three idiots.
“Sure, me too!” Kirishima exclaims.
Katsuki’s eyes widen at that. Guess that makes it four idiots.
“C’mon! Let’s play, Deku-kun!” Uraraka.
Of course she would goad Deku into joining something so puerile. She grabs his hand, dragging him over to the circle as Deku stutters away, flushing pink high on his cheeks and shooting a fleeting look at Katsuki. As if he would save that dumbass from this.
Uraraka’s no doubt hopeful that her spin will land on Deku, or his on her. Katsuki scoffs, eyes tracking them, still hand-in-hand, as they join the others on the floor. Uraraka doesn’t let go of Deku’s hand until they’re properly seated. Katsuki grits his teeth at the blatant display. Deku’s mouth is a wobbly line, back ram-rod straight and shoulders muscles bunched up under his t-shirt.
Eventually, everyone in the common room makes it into the circle. Everyone except Katsuki.
“Bakugo! Come join us!” Mina says, eyes bright, “Unless you’re chicken.”
Katsuki can feel his hackles rise at her taunt, but there’s no way in hell he’s playing this stupid game. As if he wants to swap spit with any of these extras. Fuck that.
“Hell no!” he snaps, “You can all practice passing mono to each other. I’m out.”
He takes another drink of his water as he continues to sit at the counter. He’s not going to play, but he’s also not going to miss a chance to watch all these morons make stuttering fools of themselves as they’re forced to kiss kids they would never want to kiss in a million years.
“You’re such a party-pooper, Kacchan...” Kaminari pouts.
“Fuck off, Sparky!”
“Whatever,” Mina says, “We have plenty to play. Let’s do this!”
Pink curls bouncing, she reaches out to spin.
It lands on... Shoji.
The big boy blushes furiously as she shuffles towards him with a grin. He panics as he realizes maybe he hasn’t thought this all the way through. One hand comes up to his mouth but stops short, either in an aborted effort to pull his mask down or to prevent it from being pulled down.
Not missing a beat, Mina continues to smile as she says, “It’s ok, you don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to.”
Shoji’s hand drops hesitantly. Mina doesn’t close her eyes as she leans forward and plans a sweet peck on the fabric over his mouth. She’s still smiling as she shifts back to her place in the circle. Shoji’s face, the part that’s visible, glows, eyes wide with wonder. He stares after her.
“Your turn!” Mina prompts him.
Shoji collects himself and spins. It lands on... Jiro. Her mouth presses in a thin line, a flush across her cheeks as she looks at her classmate.
They’re sitting relatively close, with only Kaminari between them. He grins like a fox as they lean forward and quickly kiss over his lap. Shoji’s mask stays in place again and he seems relieved that his turn is over, leaning back on two of his arms as he re-settles in his seat.
The game progresses.
Jiro kisses... Sero.
Sero kisses... Uraraka.
Uraraka kisses... Sato.
Sato kisses... Hagakure.
Hakagure kisses... Kirishima.
...and Katsuki watches.
His stomach does a weird flip and flutter when Hagakure finishes her turn with Kirishima. He’s almost relieved that he doesn’t have to see that. Well, sort of. The invisible girl gets close and Katsuki knows she’s touched her mouth to Kirishima’s by the way the shape of his lips change. He doesn’t see the kiss, per se. None of them do. But he knows it happened.
Kirishima sits back with a sharp grin, all white, pointy teeth. Like he enjoyed it.
Katsuki realizes he’s scowling. What the fuck?
“My turn!” Kirishima says with way too much enthusiasm.
He grabs the bottle and spins. The thing seems to Katsuki to rotate for much too long. Or not long enough. It comes to rest pointing directly at... Deku.
“Oh, um...” Deku mutters, “Re-spin?”
Kirishima’s shit-eating grin widens. Eyes bright and playful.
“Nah, man. I’m good if you are.”
Deku freezes. Then he turn crimson.
“Um! I—well! Um, ok... if you... yeah, ok!” He’s barely able to get words out of his mouth.
A shot of adrenaline spikes through Katsuki’s body. Kirishima and Deku are going to kiss. On the mouth.
Just the idea of it makes him feel... something.
He doesn’t like it.
Mina and Kaminari are grinning like they’ve never been so entertained in their lives. Half the class is blushing. Uraraka looks conflicted. Katsuki’s fingers dig into the plastic sides of his drink.
When Deku doesn’t move, gripping his knees so hard his knuckles turn white, Kirishima crawls across the circle. The two of them are just about opposite each other, so they have an audience on either side.
As Kirishima gets close, Deku leans back, eyes darting like a wild animal.
“Relax, dude,” Kirishima says, “It’s just a kiss. If you don’t want to—”
“I-I do!” Deku interrupts.
Kaminari giggles and Deku snaps his mouth shut, mortified by his own admission.
Kirishima chuckles. He fucking chuckles.
...and Katsuki watches.
When Deku doesn’t make a move either towards or away from Kirishima, the red-haired boy reaches a hand up to his face. He cups Deku’s jaw to hold him in place, fingers threading through the hair at the back of his neck, thumb brushing along his flushed cheek. Kirishima leans in, pursing his lips and closing his eyes. Closing his fucking eyes.
Their lips connect and Katsuki can see the way they press and mold together. Deku’s eyes were open, impossibly wide, until Kirishima made contact. Now they flutter shut, dark lashes resting over freckles like constellations on his round cheeks.
Kirishima’s mouth covers most of Deku’s top lip, while the plump flesh of the bottom one is still visible just above Kirishima’s chin. The fingers in Deku’s hair flex through his curls. Kirishima’s own hair is down rather than spiked up, a soft cascade of red.
Kirishima pulls in a breath through his nose. There’s a wet sound as he releases Deku’s top lip, but then Deku chases—fucking chases—him as he starts to back off and they’re kissing again. Kirishima’s eyebrows rise minutely, but his eyes don’t open. He hums against Deku’s mouth and Deku melts into it.
One hand releases its death-grip on his knee to come up and gently grip Kirishima’s wrist where his hand is still on Deku’s face.
The kiss goes on far longer than any of the other rounds.
The whole room is still.
Katsuki doesn’t breathe. His body feels weird. Buzzing. He’s... angry. He thinks...
One part of him wants to get up and flee. Back to his room where he doesn’t need to watch this. The other part of him wants to... to... it wants to deck both of them. Just lay the two of them out, one after the other. Deku first. No, wait, Kirishima first. Wait—
He doesn’t fucking know.
They finally pull away. Two sets of eyes blink open in surprise.
Mina wolf-whistles.
Hagakure slow claps.
Realization dawns and Deku looks like he’s going to combust. Kirishima smiles like he’s won some kind of prize. His hand is still on Deku’s face. Deku is still gently gripping his wrist. Then, hesitantly, Deku smiles, too. Sweet-faced. Green eyes sparkling like cut gems that—
Boom-POP!
All eyes turn to Katsuki.
He’s covered in water. As is most of the kitchen. His water bottle is destroyed.
“Well, I guess Kacchan liked the show,” Kaminari teases.
Katsuki is still with surprise and alarm. Water trickles through his hair and down his arms.
He stares back at the faces watching him now.
Kirishima and Deku are looking at him, too, of course.
One set of eyes cat-like, two suns burning in the sky at dusk.
...Kirishima’s hand still on Deku’s face.
The other big as saucers, light filtering through summer leaves.
...Deku’s hand still on Kirishima’s wrist.
Katsuki’s face heats and he snarls, “Fuck you!”
Laughter follows him down the hallway as he storms off to his room for a towel.