Don't Get Attached

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"Hey bakubro!" Kirishima came up behind Bakugou and slapped his hand onto his shoulder. Ejiro's red hair wasn't up in its usual style, his hair was partially in his red gleaming eyes. His smile showed his excitement for today's classes.

"What do you want shitty hair?" Katskuki let out a scoff, sticking his hands in his pockets before quickening his pace to the school grounds.

"Wait guys, look what i can do!" Ejiro put his hands onto the ground and kicked his feet into the air, he lifted one hand off the ground, "it took me forever to learn how to do it but it looks so sick!" He chuckled, after a couple more moments he let his feet fall onto the ground again.

Denki stood up from his position beside Mina and Sero, smiling widely, "I bet i can do it too!" He put his hands up and gave everyone a thumbs up. Mina and Sero glanced at each other before bursting out laughing, Denki's face fell slightly but as soon as it fell he smiled like the sun was shining just on him again.

"I put five dollars he can't," Mina says, slapping down the bill on the table.

Sero scoffs, "How can I make a bet if I agree with you on it! What about you bakugou? You want in on this?" He questions, giving him a pleading look with Mina.

"Tch, fine. Ten dollars he can." Katsuki put the money onto the table between them before rolling his eyes.

While walking with Kirishima, Bakugou kicks a rock and yells, "Damnit! Can't believe he stopped the race like that!"

"Yeah, I know how you feel but cool your blasters, man. Those two aren't just your opponents, you know, they're our friends." Ejiro walks alongside Bakugou, trying to calm him down.

"We have to leave this to the professionals! It's not the right time to get involved! Idiot!" Iida, their class president and their unofficial dad of the class, yells to kirishima. His arms make robotic motions as if he's slicing food upon a chopping board.

Kirishima's face scrunches up in anger, "Maybe! But all I know is that at camp, I couldn't do anything. I heard my friend was targeted and I just stood by, helpless! So if I stand by and do nothing now, how am I supposed to call myself a hero or a man!"

"Hey Bakubro!" Denki said teasingly, trying to imitate Kirishima, "when's our date, when are we going to kiss, mwuah, mwuah, mwu- hey!" Denki was pushed off by the grumpy teenager, his form was slouched as he tried ignoring Denki's persistent calls. "Just hurry up and tell him you love him you dumbut!" Denki yelled after Bakugou as he was still on the ground and didn't want to pick a fight with the hot blooded male.

Bakugou scoffed, he didn't like shitty hair, why would he? The red head is just as annoying as the others, but he is more tolerable.

Midoriya glanced up from his position, he looked at All Might, he could see that he was debating on whether or not to stop Bakugou from speaking anymore. Midoriya didn't know what would be the best choice in this situation either, his green fluffy hair bounced around from side to side, trying to make eye contact with someone to figure out what to do. However, everyone had shown no signs of stopping Kacchan. Izuku looked back at his hands that were placed upon his lap, scars crossed over his hands from his quirk. He realised, he had come so far, he would become the best hero in Japan.

Midoriya stood up suddenly, all eyes switched from Bakugou to the green haired student. Izuku took a deep breath, "Kacchan! It's okay to cry, let it out," he paused, his voice turning softer, "let everything out." Katsuki's eyes twitched as he stared at the loser's form, "If you keep everything in it's just going to hold you back and I can't beat you if you're not giving it your all!"

Bakugou's eyes squeezed tight, he clenched his teeth. Katsuki Bakugou let out the most heartbreaking scream anyone had ever heard, they could hear how much he's been holding back. Bakugou fell to his knees, "You were supposed to be with me! You were supposed to make it out alive! Shitty hair, why didn't you just listen to me! It's all my fault! If I didn't let you go with me!" He paused, inhaling, tears were now cascading down his face, "If i didn't let you go with me, you would still be here! Why did you leave me! Why? Please come back!" He cracked, his breathing became labored, it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. He held his breath for a few moments before letting it out, calming his lungs, he started to chuckle, his voice now softer, quieter than he's ever been, "I loved you shitty hair, I still love you. I wish I could have told you to your face. I wish i could have said, 'I love you Ejiro Kirishima'"