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"Hey! Are you listening?" Mina asks, pulling Kirishima out of his thoughts, and making him look down at his phone. "Hm? Yeah, sorry about that."

"Alright, that's the fifth time you've spaced out today. You have to tell me. What's wrong? You've been really distracted lately." She questions.

"Ugh, I guess I've got a lot on my mind. My schoolwork's starting to pile up, work's been busy, and training has started up again. I've just been slammed." He lies, and he can tell she knows.

She hums softly, turning away from him so he can't see her face or the expression she's making. "Well, if you're so stressed, why don't we do something? Find a way to relax. Like, maybe watch something that's streaming tonight, or...something else?"

She turns to face him, and he knows that tone and look. He can't help but notice how she's wearing nothing but her bra, making him play much closer attention. He inhales sharply, his red eyes studying her curves closely.

"God, I really want to, but some of the guys and I are practicing hitting tonight. They've been planning it for a while, and Bakugo wants me to go. I'm so sorry, babe. I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Hm, that's okay. Well, I've got to go, so, I'll talk to you later." She dismisses, turning away from the camera, and slipping a shirt on. "Mina, baby, wait. I'm sorry-"

She ends the call before he can say anything else, making him swear and pull his hair, groaning to himself. He fucked up.

Lately, he's just felt different about things with him and Mina. Ever since you came along, he hasn't been as focused on his relationship with her. Sometimes, there are days when he barely even thinks of her and he always feels horrible about it.

Now, Kirishima still loves her, but things are different with you. You're funny, nice, cute, and pretty, and...you're very pretty. But he wants Mina. He loves Mina.

You're just his friend. No matter how distracting and intoxicating may you be. He will focus on Mina and he will fix things with her...After he sees you today.

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Something's been up with Kirishima. Bakugo knows it. He's been distracted, mostly spending his time and attention on you. Not that he's jealous or anything, but he can't help but wonder what Mina thinks.

Especially when he drives you home after track practice every single night. That's something Mina definitely wouldn't be okay with. Bakugo didn't even realize it until he noticed Kirishima staying in his car after they were done.

One night, he stayed late enough to see why, and soon enough, he saw the students leaving from practice, and you hop into his car. That's something Mina definitely wouldn't be happy about.

It seems like Bakugo's found a secret. And nothing good can come from that.

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Rubbing some sweat from his forehead, Kirishima readies himself for the next pitch. His spiky red hair is tied back to keep it out of his face while he practices.

Once again, the two boys are in the batting cage, practicing their hitting. The sun is setting, lighting the sky a bright golden color, and reflecting off the two boys.

Kirishima hits the pitch far back into the batting cage, and Bakugo bends over to grab another baseball, only to find the bucket to be empty. "Looks like that's it. We're all out."

And so, the two boys collected all the baseballs and then their things, walking out of the field.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, but my mom was being a pain in the ass and took away the car, so I'm going to need you to drive me home." Bakugo studies his friend's reactions closely, noticing the way he slightly tenses up and grits his teeth.

"No problem. That's fine." Kirishima replies, as they both load up the car and get ready to leave, before sitting in the driver's seat, typing away at his phone.

Just before he can send the text he was writing up, you come and knock at the window. He curses mentally, before rolling it down. "Hey, (y/n), what's up?"

"Oh, I didn't know that Bakugo's joining us today, cool." You hop into the back seat, putting your backpack on the floor.

Bakugo grins at Kirishima, who glares in response. "Mind if I play some music?"

You ask, already plugging your phone into the aux before he can answer. Kirishima pulls out of the parking lot, driving off while you click onto a playlist.

"Oh hell no. I'm not listening to this shit." Bakugo says as soon as he heard the music. "What? It's so good and I love this song. It's Kirishima's car, not yours, so I can play whatever I want."

"Oh yeah?" Bakugo unplugs your phone, snatching it away from you.

You frown, grabbing at his arms from the back seat, trying to get your phone. He pulls his arm away even further, keeping it out of your reach. "You're such a bitch, give me my phone."

When you can't reach him, you grab his phone instead, switching things around. Now he's the one trying to get his phone back, while you manage to keep it out of his reach, despite how he's bigger and stronger than you.

"Give me my fucking phone!" He snaps, grabbing at you, while you manage to dodge him. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he climbs into the back seat, tearing his phone right out of your hands.

"Now you give me mine." You tell him, and he rolls his eyes, tossing you your phone while looking down at his.

And that's where he sits for the rest of the car ride, the two of you shooting insults and remakes at one another, many of them causing things to start to get physical. You two are like children.

"See you guys later! Thanks again for the ride, Kirishima!" You wave at them, grabbing your things and hopping out of the car, shutting the door behind you.

When you're gone, Bakugo moves back to the passenger seat, re-buckling himself. Neither of them say a word until Kirishima's out of your neighborhood.

"I know what you're doing, shitty hair. Just be careful. You know how vindictive Mina can get. Also, you ain't the only one who's....interested in her so, know that too."