Bnha one shots

Faces (KiriBaku)

(if this one seems like it's missing stuff, it is. I never got around to editing this. But the first part is mostly comprehendible )

"Do you want me to leave?"

"No."

Kirishima sighed in relief as he settled back against the wall, tugging his jacket tighter around him. He looked at the blonde beside him, waiting for some sort of conversation to start as they sat in one of the hallways of the dorm building, he was pretty sure this was the floor Sero's dorm was on. Silence lingered in the air like cobwebs in an old mansion and he tapped his nails against the tile of the floor. After he realized Bakugo wasn't going to talk, he sighed, shoulders dropping from their tensed state. "I can't help if I don't know what's wrong man," he says in a gentle tone, eyes looking out a window and at the dark sky.

Bakugo looked at him from the corner of his eyes, chest deflating as he let go of a heavy sigh. Without a word he got up slowly, the joints in his knees and back making not so subtle pops and cracks to signify he had sat there too long. He kept his head down so that his hair could cover the shame on his face as he walked to his dorm. Guilt chewed his insides and churned his stomach as he just left Kirishima there without so much as a goodnight but he couldn't bring himself to talk at the moment. This didn't go unnoticed by the redhead though, and to say the very least, Kirishima was concerned for his best friend.

❝ When in the darkest night, you have me ❞

When the class awoke to the smell of freshly made donuts, chocolate and cinnamon, no one wasted time in heading to the kitchen to find the source of the delicious aroma. Most weren't surprised to discover their hotheaded classmate donning an apron covered in flour, the sleeves of his orange flannel rolled up to his elbows as he pulled out baked treats from the oven, several matching trays already lining the counters, their contents having been organized on cookie sheets to cool.

Bakugo was well known for his spontaneous cooking, and as the teens came to inspect his latest creations, they found him moving at a fraction of his usual pace, which rang a few alarms in those who kept track with his routines and habits. Unsurprisingly, the first to speak up was the broccoli child himself, Midoriya.

"Kacchan everything smells so good! Are these cakes? They're like cake balls- ah are you making cake pops? You used to make those a lot-"

"Nerd, not today," the blonde interrupted as he sucked in a breath from touching a hot pan. "I'll tell you when they're done, just get out of the kitchen till then got it?" The question was directed at everyone crowding the counters, but only Midoriya replied with an 'Okay' before clearing the room. It was apparent to the class that something was up with their favorite gremlin, however they decided to drop it for the time being in hopes he returned to normal later in the day. No one would have expected what the future held in store.

When Kirishima dragged himself out of bed, nearly thirty minutes after the initial discovery of Bakugo's baking, he found most of his classmates eating cake pops or donuts. Naturally curious, he made his way to the kitchen to see Bakugo cleaning dishes. A plate on the counter had five donuts while a bowl of semi-melted chocolate had three cake pops left in it. The redhead got one of each, earning a scoff from the blonde.

"Something wrong Bakugo?" Kirishima tilted his head and Bakugo shook his, a smile tugging at his lips.

"You're up early," he replied sarcastically as he dried his hands with a dish towel before walking out of the kitchen and stopped in the common room to hear what his classmates were planning on doing for their Sunday.

Yaoyurozu smiled when she noticed the male, but focused on the conversation at hand. "I will be studying for the afternoon, if anyone wishes to join me you may."