Both Midoriya and Kirishima had been awarded with a better, according to Bakugou's standards, breakfast. By that point his boss had left, Midoriya was practically wishing him away the entire time he was there.
"So Bakugou, my man, whats up with you?", Kirishima grinned awkwardly as the blonde glared at the table.
"The hell you talking about?", Bakugou snapped.
"Well. . . uhm. . . you're stressing one minute, the next you're upset, then you're pure evil.", Kirishima spoke tensing with the expectation of being hit as Midoriya sunk down in his chair to make himself a smaller target.
"Ah? Oh. . . ", Bakugou sat in complete silence as if he was debating his answer before speaking up given them the most upset puppy look they've ever seen, ". . . heat."
Midoriya sprang up from his chair, "W- Why didn't you tell us sooner?!"
"I took heat suppressants whats the need?", Bakugou shrugged as Kirishima sat smugly in his chair.
Kirishima, quite proudly, beamed, "I'm marked so it doesn't effect me."
"Shut up.", Bakugou snapped, "Arse."
"Uncalled for.", Kirishima dramatically pretending to be offended by slamming his palm onto his heart and gasping. Overreaction much?
"No need to brag that you're the only non-single here.", Midoriya groaned.
"I thought you were dating round face?", Bakugou raised an eyebrow. Kirishima burst out laughing as Midoriya grew even more upset, "What? You're not?"
"Nah man, it's just a rumour people made up because of how touchy Uraraka was. They got into an argument about it. Uraraka's face! I can't stop thinking about it, it was so funny. Midoriya was all like 'It makes me uncomfortable stop doing it' and she was stood there absolutely bawling cus' her plan to seduce him wasn't working. She'd been doing it ever since you left, it was bound to happen. So don't worry, no one is taking your future boyfriend away from you.", Kirishima slammed the table a few times as he continued to burst out laughing. Bakugou sat in bewilderment. Midoriya was, well, dying.
"Look Bakugou, you cannot. Absolutely cannot refuse that monster—", Midoriya was quick to shut him up. It was something Kirishima would never let him live it down.
"Not another word.", Midoriya was quite clearly flustered.
"Dude, I'm tryna set you up with dude that you've liked since forever. He likes mountain climbing so I'm positive he'll like the Mt. Everest thing you got going on down there.", Kirishima grinned patting Midoriya's shoulder. It was an awkward situation.
Poor Bakugou was subjected to listening to it all. His brain was already fried enough due to his heat that unnecessary information made it worse. He was borderline going into overdrive. Another inch of a hair away.
"Uh– Kacchan your uh. . . your scent.", Midoriya's head creaked towards the blonde who was staring into space. A certain mischievous redhead decided it was time to go already with the perfect excuse and just passing grade acting skills.
"Oh would you look at that Denks is off work now, time to go!", Kirishima laughed looking at his phone, "Have fun!"
"Kirishima?!", Midoriya panicked as he shook Bakugou's shoulders. Kirishima quite literally teleported out of the door. It was then just absolute silence as the blonde now stared up at him.
His cheeks were flushed red as though he had a fever. His eyes were glazed and his lips were only slightly parted. Deku could smell nothing but him. It was all him. The sweet caramel and vanilla. Midoriya was alone with the one person he will probably ever like and that said person was in heat.
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Bellyache (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionGetting rewritten because this is awful and I feel the need to fix it.