Saltwater

compunction

Friday rolled around quickly enough and the gang decided to gather in the common area, and naturally, so did the rest of the class. Hanta snuck off to Mina's room to bum off of her weed that she honestly never smokes until midterms or finals are around the corner.

"Where's your little boyfriend?" She asked as she folded her laundry. She had just gotten it out of the dryer so Hanta decided to lay on the toasty pile on her bed.

Hanta smiled as he took another drag. "He's in the shower. He kept trying to drag me in with him." He laughed softly.

Mina laughed and pulled a shirt from beneath him. "Why didn't you? Does watching me do laundry rank higher in your priorities?" She teased as she put the shirt on a hanger. She was wearing one of Hanta's sweaters which he has no idea how she got in the first place.

"Guess so." He half-heartedly shrugged with a grin and offered the blunt. Mina shook her head in response and grabbed another article of clothing. They stayed quiet as Mina finish her laundry and cracked a few other jokes.

A few moments later Kaminari busted in and rushed them downstairs to where everyone was enjoying themselves. He separated from his friends to attach himself to Shouto's side as the dual-quirk wielder would've ended up doing to him inevitably.

After some time of lounging and playing music, people started to gather in groups for party games. Naturally, truth or dare was among them.

It was a dare that ruined his night.

A stupid fucking dare, and he was high because Mina invited them to pregame, but he looked at Shouto and he just fucking shrugged and he's pretty sure Bakugou was running off of half-baked thoughts because he was pretty out of it —

and they kissed.

And it was good. So fucking good.

Hanta is one hundred percent sure he still likes Shouto. Not much room to question those feelings, but Bakugou? If not for the rest of his friends, they probably wouldn't have spoken to each other since he'd gotten with Shouto. He's not dumb enough to think feelings will just disappear but the distance should have done something, right?

He'd managed to slip away to his dorm mostly unnoticed; Shouto's eyes watching not being lost on him.

He slammed the door to his bathroom and paced along the tile. "Fucking idiot —" he hissed to himself. He roughly ran his fingers through his hair before slamming his palms against the counter.

All you do is fuck good things up, you walking fucking nightmare, his inner monologue continued along a route that would only lead him to spiral further.

Well, it would have if his eyes flashing a bright and angry red didn't bring him to a screeching halt. His outer monologue consists of "What the fuck...", and a more insistent, "What the actual fuck!" when his eyes settled into a dull violet. Just as he was leaning forward to get a closer look in the mirror, Shouto called out for him in his soft and somehow charmingly flat tone.

Stealing another glance, his eyes had faded back to black and he stepped out of his bathroom. "Are you alright?"

"Are you?" Hanta reflected. "I'm the one who...kissed him, I-I'm sorry..." his voice trailed off. His anatomical anomalies could wait.

Shouto looked at his feet and flushed. "I'm okay. I'm not mad or anything,"

"That-that's good!" Hanta exclaimed, somewhat anxiously.

Shouto half listened as Hanta began to ramble on about whatever would distract either of them, thinking of what Izuku had said to him previously. "Watch out for Kacchan," he'd said, an exasperated look on his face. It's a wonder what Izuku knows at any given moment.