-not a people person- A Kiribaku Story

Chapter 4: Tired

When Kirishima woke up to his scheduled alarm clock he didn't think anything of it at first. But then he realized he was on the floor. Everything that occurred last night came rushing back to him as he looked up to see his best friend, groggily rubbing his eyes. "I guess dorm beds are pretty small huh?"

Bakugou looked a bit taken off guard, Kiri noticed he looked well rested.

"Shut up shitty hair."

Kirishima chuckled lightly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He grabbed his phone, and as he was the brink of opening his mouth to talk, Kirishima interrupted himself, to look down at the time. "We have about an hour before we have to be in class, is that good?"

"Ts whatever," the blonde got up and opened the door, pausing. "Thank you," he muttered before closing the door and heading back to his own room.

Kirishima sat in silence for a bit out of something similar to shock, mixed with something else he couldn't quite put his finger on, and a dash of confusion. After a good bit he finally dragged himself up, and walked to the bathroom.

Whilst washing his hands he noticed the crimson in his nail beds and underneath his fingernails, he'd touched up his roots a while ago. He dismissed his train of thought and continued his morning routine mindlessly until he was all dressed and ready for the day. He grabbed the last of the stuff he needed and head to class in his normal uniform, with his normal updo of hair, and his normal shoes, and his normal books, and bag, and he tried to avoid the persistent train of thought that was the about Bakugou kind. The sky was a dull blue gray that really accentuated the gray building, the walk to class was noisy and distractible, but he still couldn't shake the reoccurring wonder, the thought in the back of his head "I wonder what he's doing". He was used to his persistent self doubt but now he had to cope with constantly thinking about Bakugou, AND the fact that he hates himself. Kirishima had never told anyone this before but thinking about himself too much made him feel selfish, so he decided to try and avoid thinking in general. "How do you avoid thinking?" Kirishima thought, he entered his classroom noticing Bakugou immediately, Baku had his feet on his desk and sported his usual attire, undid buttons, a messy collar, a missing tie and frown lines as prominent as a clown in the middle of an office job, you would think of the guy as a straight F student. The opposite was of course true, he was a straight A student.

Kirishima sat down, glancing over to see his friend looking at him. He raised his eyebrow only to be responded to with a small scoff and an eye roll. He would be lying if he said he didn't find it slightly attractive.

Class had started and bored the redhead grabbed a piece of paper. He paused for a few seconds thinking of what to do with the paper. He eventually gave up on any sort of structured drawing and scribbled little hearts on the prized piece of paper instead, once done he tucked it into his pocket.

Class went as normal and surprisingly the rest of his day did as well. Well, as normal as a day can get, Bakugou DID try to light Kaminari on fire, so god knew what was normal anymore.

It was after class now and tired from training Kirishima decided to head to his dorm, once there he then preceded to pass out on his bed with his door wide open.

Bakugou meanwhile was in the other room thinking of excuses to ask the other to study with him when he heard snickering from the room next to his. "What the hell!?" He thought to himself angrily, stomping over to kirishimas room to scold him only to find a wild Sero drawing what looked to be a weiner, on Kirishimas face, and a wild Kaminari taking selfies with said wiener drawing in the background. Kiri looked peaceful, drooling on his pillow, this pissed Bakugou off. He stomped a particularly loud stomp and the two idiots looked over and immediately scampered off, horrified of the wild stomping explosion waiting to happen in front of them.

Kirishima stirred, feeling something on his face. He opened his eyes to find his best friend, with what looked to be a baby wipe, wiping something on his face. Startled, he jumped back, doing so he startled his friend.

"AH WTF SHITTY HAIR?!?"

"AHH!"

"WHAT?"

Kirishima noticed red begin to grow on the blondes face and red began to grow on his as well, processing the situation.

Both boys paused and awkwardly stared at each other for a second, Kiri realised he was still in his school clothes during these seconds.

"Uhm what-" The crimson hero began only to be interrupted.

"You left your door open and tape face and electric toothbrush drew a dick on your face so I was wiping it off." The blond said managing to look just as confident and stubborn as usual.

Kirishima tried to process the situation and a response, eventually saying. "Uhm thanks."

There was a pause until Bakugou said "Your hair looks really stupid when you sleep on it by the way."

Kirishima practically slapped himself in the face, "great, I feel asleep with hair gel in." He thought, asking Bakugou"How stupid on a scale of 1 to 10 does my hair look?"

"9" the question let the beginnings of a smile appear on Bakugous face.

"Great." Kirishima sighed glancing at Bakugou on his phone in the door frame before getting up. "I'm gonna go shower, afterwords you wanna help me study?"

"Sure, its about time you studied dumbass"