Denki's guide to platonic and romantic

Homies do's and don'ts

[A/N: Ship haters, buzz off. This is a positive space.
This story is on Ao3 as a series under the name Denki's guide to figuring out platonic and romantic as well if you prefer reading there. Only 1/2 parts are posted on here and there so far.]

Denki couldn't think straight, and that was his whole problem. If his thoughts weren't so damn gay, he wouldn't be here, in the common room, panicking, and trying his hardest not to stare at the boy he knew was sitting on the couch across from him.

Things are hard enough with his own life. He is truly a bi disaster. He does not need this drama on top. Who is he to judge his bro's relationships when he himself can't even figure himself out?

Besides, Kirishima is fine. Everything's fine. His bro is totally not wearing his more feisty bro's shirt. Nope. And he 100% wasn't glancing over at him right then.

Flipping flippers, he thought as his curiosity got the better of him and his eyes slid to where Kiri was sitting on the couch wearing what he was nearly certain was Bakugou's shirt. It had to be the angry Pomeranian's shirt. Who else did he know that owned and black shirt with a white skull?

If it was Bakugou's shirt and Kirishima was wearing it, then Bakugou must have given it to him to wear. But that would mean-

He felt his last braincell fry as he tried to force away the very gay thoughts. Everything is fine.

Or at least it was until Midoriya walked into the common room. See before, Denki might have been able to push his suspicion aside, maybe. It was something he could brush off and forget by the next day, or store in the back of his mind to ask Kirishima later. But, once Midoriya walked into the room and completely froze, he knew there was no chance he was forgetting about the shirt.

"Uh, Kirishima-kun? Is that... Is that Kacchan's?" The freckled boy who in Denki's mind resembled a broccoli (though he'd never say it out loud, he wouldn't want to hurt his bro's feelings) barely managed to stutter out.

Kirishima looked at him oddly for a few seconds, his head tilting to the side slightly. Denki could hardly wait for his answer, though he was sure it was Bakubro's shirt. It wasn't Kirishima who answered the question, rather the 'Kacchan' who's shirt was in question.

"Of course it's my shirt you piece of shit, who the fuck else has a shirt like that," Bakugou plopped himself down roughly on the couch beside Denki, repeating the words he had thought not moments before, just with more swears.

His best bro's eyes widened and he looked down at his shirt as if suddenly realizing he was even wearing it. If he didn't know Kirishima better than he knew how to navigate his own disaster of a room, he wouldn't have caught the small smile that quirked at his lips after his initial confusion faded.

He rubbed at the back of his neck and his usual beaming sharp toothed smile returned. "Oops, forgot I was wearing it."

Midoriya's eyes only widened. "You forgot you were wearing Kacchan's favorite shirt?"

"Uh... yeah?" Kirishima said at the same time Bakugou screamed, "Shut the fuck up Deku!"

Denki's brain buzzed with the new information. Ha, buzzed. He shook his head. This wasn't the time for jokes, not that there was ever not a time for jokes but this was serious! His best friend was in trouble... maybe, or not. He didn't really know.

Point is, Bakugou didn't deny it was his favorite shirt. Blasty doesn't let people touch his stuff, ever. Why in the name of cockroaches would he lend his spiky haired bro wear his shirt, never mind his favorite shirt.

Kirishima beamed at Midoriya. "It's really no big deal. I just forgot to bring an extra shirt to my work out this morning and Bakubro luckily had a spare."