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Bakugo: KIRISHIMA I AM DYINGGGGG
Bakugo: DID YOU SEE THE SELFIE THAT THE STUPID NERD POSTED HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE IS DOING TO ME WITH THIS BIG ASS BUG EYES AND HIS DAMN FRECKLES
Bakugo: HE IS SOO FINE FUCKING ANSWER SHITTY HAIR HDUCHJBSDC
Kirishima: bro..
Ashido: … um, blasty?
Uraraka: yikes..
Bakugo: fuck my life.
Midoriya: Kacchan..?
Bakugo: fuck all of you.
Katsuki
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. I throw my phone into my bed after turning it off completely. I sit down in my swivel chair and bang my head against the desk a few times. I lift one of my hands up and let some sparks fly to ease some anxiety and anger. How in the hell did I text the 3-A group chat instead of Kirishima?
A knock comes to my bedroom door, “Bakubro, it's me.”
I fling the door open with record speed and drag Kirishima inside before slamming it behind him.
I grab his shoulders and shake him aggressively, “Shitty hair, what the FUCK do I do?!”
Kirishima grabs my arms to try and ground me. “Bro, maybe Midoriya doesn't even know you were talking about him. You didn't say his name so..” It sounds like Kirishima does not even believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“BUT HE JUST POSTED A SELFIE! And I described him. Damn it!” I let out a shaky breath, putting my hands in my hair.
“Hey, maybe this is a good thing! Maybe you can confess to him now!”
“But what if he doesn't like me back, Kiri? I will ruin everything.”
“Dude, you are so dense. It's honestly really hard to watch. He totally likes you too! Everyone can see that. You are not being manly at all.” Kirishima lets out a sigh and shakes his head.
I throw my hands up in the air in frustration before groaning and faceplanting into my bed.
“..Okay, dude. I'm bringing in reinforcements.”
Approx. 6 Minutes Later:
Without warning, my door slams open. Raccoon eyes and Sparky enter the room with blankets and notebooks, with a determined look on their faces.
“Bakugo, we have come to the rescue.” Mina says.
“‘Operation: BakuDeku’ is in progress!” Denki crosses his arms as Mina bends forward at the waist laughing.
“The fuck did you just say?”
“BakuDeku? It’s a ship name I made up for you and Midoriya! Ya know, Bakugo and Deku? Put it together it makes ba-!” Denki is interrupted by Mina’s hand covering his mouth. She must have noticed the sparks coming from my hands and the snarl on my face.
“A-anyways!” Kirishima steps in between me and the two idiots, “Lets get the, um- operation, started shall we?”
We all sit in a circle on the floor with blankets and notebooks.
“This shit is so dumb.” I say rolling my eyes.
“Bakugo, just listen! We are gonna help you woo Midoriya!” Mina says, pen in her hand. “Okay, so I've already made a list. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
I look up at the ceiling and start talking outloud, “Oh, Divine One, what did I do in my past life to deserve this? Please just kill me no-”
“Blasty, stop being so damn dramatic. These are good!” Mina says with full confidence, “We will do small things and start working our way up. First, we are going to update your socials. Give me your phone.”
She reaches her hand out waiting for me to pass it to her. I stare at her for a few seconds before caving in.
“Mina is deleting all of your pictures and we are starting over. It says the last time you posted was middle school. Jeez, dude.” Denki says.
“Can you, like, not be a fuck face for two minutes?” I say.
“Okay, okay, let's just let Mina work her magic.” Kirishima says with a sigh.
“Alright, everything has been deleted. I have decided we are going for a certain aesthetic for your posts. We are going to go for moody. The aesthetic fits perfectly for you with your style. Time to do a photoshoot, blasty.” Mina says with a mischievous grin.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Izuku
Oh my god oh my god oh my god. I slam the door open to Ochaco’s room, panting with my phone in my hand. She has her jaw on the floor. We stare at each other for a few moments in silence. I take a deep breath and shut the door behind me.
“Oh my god!” Ochaco blurts out. She starts jumping up and down, “I told you the selfie would work!”
“Shh!” I say in a hushed yell, “But oh my god! I can't believe it! He was talking about me right?! Jeez, I can't breathe!”
We giggle like children before we finally sit down on her bed.
“Well, now what?” I say after calming down.
“Honestly, Bakugo is probably freaking out after realizing he sent those messages to the whole class.” Ochaco says with a laugh. “Mans is down bad.”
“I am in disbelief. Kacchan thinks I am fine!?”
“You need to calm down, you gotta act chill when you see him, okay? You have to be forward or he will never get the hint.”
“Right.” I say clapping my hands together.
“Who knows, maybe you can flirt with him a little bit.” She nudges my shoulder teasingly, with a smirk.
We spend the next few hours chatting, listening to music, and doing face masks. Ochaco lets out a gasp while looking at her phone. She looks at me wide eyed while using her hand to cover her mouth. I crawl over to her side of the bed with haste to look over her shoulder.
“What?!” I whine, trying not to make too much movement with my face as my clay mask dries.
She hides the phone from me, “Go grab your phone and look at Bakugo’s new post! You are going to like it and comment something.”
“What? Kacchan hasn't posted anything since middle school!” I grabbed my phone, opened instagram and his post was the first to pop up.
In the first photo, he was wearing a black sweater that had rips with no undershirt. He is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with black low top vans. He is leaning against a wall with the sunset shining in the background. He's looking off into the distance. The second photo is similar, however he is looking directly into the camera. In this photo, you can see the smudged eyeliner around his eyes that's dragged out to give it a cat eye. The third photo shows him laying in a field. The photo shows the upper half of his body, the sunset making his skin glow pretty hues of orange and pink. His scar below his right eye stands out in the colors. His piercing red eyes looked into the camera. His arms are reached out above his head making his stomach slightly exposed.
Woah. I don't even look up at Ochaco as I like the photo and leave a comment.
@deku commented: kacchan is pretty
“Deku! Goodness, you're going to give him a heart attack!” She says with a snort.
“What!? He is! Look at him! And your the one that said ‘be forward!!’” I say shoving the phone in her face. I save the photos to my camera roll and smile to myself.
Katsuki
Who knew pinky was a fucking photographer? Not only that, she somehow made me look hot as hell? Though I won't tell her, she did a really good job. She showed me a new way of doing my eyeliner, she posed me for the photos, and showed me how to edit them for future reference. She tells me I need to start posting regularly, at least twice a week (ugh), and stick with the theme.
I uploaded the photos and changed my profile picture (to go along with the theme, Mina says). My profile picture was changed to a candid photo that Mina took. I was laughing in the photo, my head tilted back. My hand was resting on my neck and the photo was aesthetically blurry. The editing made it look a shade of blue.
We are all on the floor of my bedroom again. Mina is laying down on her stomach and the back of Denki’s head is resting on her back. Kirishima is sitting crisscrossed, leaning against the wall and I am laying on my side with my arm propped up. We were in the middle of a very important debate.
“Milk or cereal first?” Kirishima asks.
“Milk, obviously.” Denki says.
“You would say that.” Mina chuckles.
“What is that supposed to mean?!” Denki responds.
I barked out a laugh, “The hell? The only correct answer is cereal first, you dumb fuck.”
I received two notifications on my phone that pulled me away from the conversation.
@deku liked your post.
@deku commented on your post.
“Izuku liked and commented on my post.” Before I even finished my sentence, the dumbasses flung their bodies towards me and scooted in close. “I haven't even looked yet, calm down.”
Once all of their eyes were fixed on the screen, I clicked on the notification. For a moment no thoughts were in my brain. Only the sound of a fax machine could be found.
@deku commented: kacchan is pretty
I read the comment over and over again and I felt a warmth in my chest.
“HOLY SHIT RED ALERT!” Mina screams.
“OH MY GOD HE IS GOING IN FOR THE KILL. FOR THE KILL I SAY!!” Denki yells.
“Aw, how manly! He’s being so honest with his feelings right now, bro.” Kirishima says, nudging my shoulder.
With my chill facade thrown out the window, I start to panic. “FuCK!”
“Big deep breaths bro, light some sparks huh? Your heart might explode, we don't need that again.” Kirishima says, holding back a laugh.
After a few minutes, things start to calm down. I groan inwardly. Why am I freaking out so much? I’m Katsuki fucking Bakugo.
“You know what? Fuck it.” I say with determination. I open my phone and start typing.
“Bakugo, what are you doing? What about the operation?!” Denki whines.
“Fuck the operation.” I say looking up. Mina smiles and winks at me while Kirishima gives me two thumbs up.
@deku commented: kacchan is pretty
Reply: @explosionmurder: says you, dork
I exhale the breath that I didn't know I was holding in and I show the dipshits my reply.
“Aw, blasty! That’s so sweet!!” Mina gives me a pat on the back. “He’s going to love-”
She gets interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door. We all look in that direction.
“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice is muffled on the other side.
In quiet protests, I shove the three into my closet and walk towards my door. I fix myself in front of the mirror quickly before opening it.
Izuku is wearing All Might pajama pants and a Mirko t-shirt. His hair is pushed back by a headband that has bear ears. He is wearing a face mask that is starting to crumble near the sides of his eyes and mouth from smiling.
“Kacchan.” He says with a soft smile. Cute.
“Hey, nerd. What’s up?” I cross my arms and lean against the door frame, trying to be nonchalant.
“Will you go on a date with me?”
I blink once. And I blink again. Did he just-
“I-I mean, you can say no! I just thought t-that maybe you also- I don’t know its ok! I saw your message this morning in the group chat and I thought that MAYBE you were talking about me-OH! But maybe-um-I was wrong but then you repli-I mean- for your post and-I wanted to ask before I lost my nerve-”
“Izuku.” I interrupt. “I will go on a date with you.”
Izuku’s eyes widened, “O-Okay, Kacchan! Are you free tomorrow around 5?”
“Yeah, what are we doing?” I say with a smirk.
He smiles up at me shyly, red tinted on the tips of his ears and nose. “It's a surprise, Kacchan. Just wear something casual.”
With that, he speed walks away, not letting me get another word in. I watched him turn the corner and then I shut the door. I remember I have an audience so I turn back towards the room. Mina, Kirishima, and Denki already stand there with knowing looks.