Kiribaku oneshots

🧠Mental Breakdown💔

Genre- angst and fluff
Length- 1190 words

Bakugou's POV-

Shitty Hair wasn't at our lunch table. Raccoon Eyes thought he went to the bathroom, but the end of lunch was nearing and we still hadn't seen Kirishima. The table had been very quiet, not at all like normal. Everyone kept turning over because we're usually the loudest in the canteen but today we were quiet. I love quiet, but even I was on edge by the unnatural quietness at our table. Raccoon Eyes and Dunce Face tried to make a conversation happen, but it wouldn't last long. Soy Sauce and I would make glances at each other but would turn away quickly. Shit Hair usually sat between us, while Raccoon Eyes and Dunce Face sat across from us. But now, it was like sitting next to a stranger. We sat in our normal seats, a space between me and Soy Sauce, but that didn't matter since we were still technically next to each other.

The bell rang and we all got up slowly, each of us giving each other a unnerving look. I glanced behind us one last time, just to make sure Shit Hair wasn't there in the cafeteria. Not one sight of that stupid red hair.

"Where is Kirishima?" Dunce Face groaned. I rolled my eyes but my face couldn't hide that I was worried. Shitty Hair would've told me if he wasn't feeling well, and he came to class and looked fine throughout the day.

"Do you think he got in trouble?" Soy Sauce asked. We all gave him a glare.

"Kirishima's too nice to get himself into trouble," Raccoon Eyes grumbled and crossed her arms. I glanced back once more, still no one. I don't know why I kept thinking Shitty Hair was going to run up, waving one of his arms in the air, telling us to stop. And when he would catch up he'll walk with us and apologize for not being at lunch with us and explain where he was with that big goofy smile on his face.

"Bakugou, did he say anything to you?" Dunce Face asked. I rubbed the back of my neck and shook my head no. We were about to pass by the bathrooms when I realized I needed to go. [(Tmi) for me].

"Tell Aizawa Sensei that I'm in the bathrooms," Raccoon Eyes yelled back that they will and continued walking to class.

I opened the bathroom door and walked in, the door slamming shut behind me. One of the stalls was out of order and the other two were gross. The last one was in use. I groaned and went up against the wall and started looking at my phone, when I heard a sniffle. I stopped what I was doing and just decided to listen.

Another and another, this person just kept sniffling. He seemed like they were crying. I don't really care, but as a future hero, I'm supposed to care or some shit like that.

"Oi! Who's in there?" I sounded more threatening and demanding than worried like he meant to. The guy in the stall stayed quiet, not even a sniffle could be heard. Either they were scared of my demanding tone, or they knew me. That made something's click but I wasn't sure if I was right. "Shitty Hair?"

The stall door unlocked and opened and-there he was, red faced; close to his hair color, and crying. Hard. He was crying badly. I didn't know what to say, I knew that I needed to do something, but I was frozen from seeing that face on Kirishima. I opened the door more and walked inside, the stall was barely big enough to fit the both of us.

"Hey, what's wrong Shitty Hair?" My tone now was worried. I raised my hand to cup his face and rubbed the tears that fell with my thumb. He let out a ragged gasp before a broken sob and-
I didn't know what to do or how to react. But I did know that I felt my heart break at the sound. Someone like Kirishima should always be happy. I felt it and knew it. I felt like crying. It'd be a first for me, I've seen plenty of people cry but nothing like this.

I sighed. I knew I was going to regret this. I pulled Kirishima into a hug. His tears staining my uniform as he wrapped his arms around me tightly and stuffed his face into my shoulder. I rubbed the nape of his neck as he continued crying into my shoulder.

"It's okay Shit Hair," was it me that had made him upset? Is that why he won't talk to me? Shit...I fucked up didn't I. "I'm sorry Shitty Hair," damn it, is it the stupid nickname?

"W-Why-are you...sorry?" Kirishima asked through gasps. So it's not me? He moved his head to rest his chin on my shoulder instead.

"I'm not the one who had upset you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I-it's me, I-I'm upset at myself," Kirishima rambled on about how he liked someone but was scared to ruin what relationship they had and how he was scared that they would find someone else. I listened and rubbed his back through it all.

"It's alright Shit Hair, I'm sure Mina feels-" Kirishima looked up at me like I said something wrong.

"What do you mean Mina?" He asked.

"You don't have a crush on Mina?"

"No! It's you stupid!" He tucked his head back onto my shoulder. I was surprised that Kirishima felt the same way. "I've liked you since the beginning, and now I'm scared that you don't feel the same."

"Kirishima you couldn't have told me sooner!?" I asked, gripping him the shoulders and tugging him off me. "You know how much time we've lost when you could've been my boyfriend?" I shook him as I spoke, Kirishima's red eyes flashed with relief and pure love. "Come here you idiot," I pulled him close and gave him a kiss on the lips. Our first of promised many.

Eventually we let go, no matter how much I wanted to tug him into another, we needed to get back to class. I unlocked the door to leave but that idea quickly went away when Kirishima kissed me again.

"Kirishima we have to get back to class," I said, after a few minutes.

"Just a little longer?" And...I couldn't find it in me to say no. Even though I most definitely should have.

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A

izawa swung the slightly opened stall door. Both boys, whom of which were in the middle of kissing, pulled away from each other embarrassed.

"I'm not going to ask, I don't care, come back to class," the two followed Aizawa back to the classroom, both red in face, and sat down in their seats as Aizawa continued class.

They both ended up getting detention for misuse of a public restroom and for skipping class. But neither of them could really care as Kirishima sat in the blond's lap kissing as Aizawa slept.