Sup, wrote this during Chemistry :)) also KiriBaku have major chemistry-
On with the one shot!
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Kirishima walked back to the dorms, his head down and his mind deep in thought.
Anyone could look at him and say that he's in love with you.
Friends don't feel like that about friends.
His friends' words circled around his his in a never ending loop, throwing Kirishima off. Did Bakugo really look like he was in love with him? Do friends really not feel that way about friends?
Are his gestures sincere and genuine, or is it an act of pity after seeing Kirishima look uncomfortable in the presence of Aika?
Whatever the situation was, he had something bigger to deal with. The bigger thing being his very confusing feelings for Bakugo. But, before he could actually deal with all the new realizations, he had to confront Bakugo first.
He walked onto the patio of the dorm building, surprised to see Bakugo outside playing around on his phone. The man didn't seem to notice Kirishima's presence, so he just decided to call out his name.
"Bakugo?" The said teen cursed in surprise, fumbling around with his phone before it finally fell on the patio with a small thump. Kirishima couldn't help but giggle at the clumsiness, only quieting down when Bakugo looked at him with a glare.
"Fuck you." Was all he said before bending down to pick up his phone.
"What are you doing out here, anyway?"
"Because I want to be out here. Got any problem with that?"
"Not at all! I was just curious." Kirishima mumbled. Instead of receiving a verbal answer, he felt a piece of fabric being thrown at his face, effectively covering his eyes. He let out a confused noise and took off whatever was blocking his vision. It was a red face towel.
"What-"
"Bring a damn towel with you next time." He grumbled before turning his back and walking to the door.
"Why would I bring a towel with me..?"
"What do you mean why would you bring a towel with you? Do you wipe your sweat with a fucking leaf or some shit? Just come inside before Dunce Face and Soy Sauce find your bowl of ramen." Kirishima's chest filled with warmth at the idea of Bakugo saving a bowl of ramen for him and him only.
"Aww, bro. You shouldn't have." He grinned and slung his arm over the ash blonde's shoulders, glancing down at his face to see a hint of a blush.
"I happened to have leftovers."
"Leftovers, or did you actually include me a portion in your cooking?" Kirishima couldn't help but tease.
Bakugo let out a scoff before raising his palm and pressing it against Kirishima's side, hands warming up and sparking. Luckily, Kirishima saw this happening and hardened right before the explosion set off and laughing after Bakugo pulled away from him. Storming into the elevator, he glared at him before the doors closed and flipped him off.
"I hope you choke and die on the fucking noodles, you asshat."
"At least I'll die knowing that you cooked for me!"
"Shut up!"
Kirishima let out another set of giggles before going over to the kitchen only to find Sero and Kaminari hovering over his bowl of ramen, eyes wide with hunger as their mouths salivated at the food, chopsticks open and ready to devour the unguarded meal.
