With You

A Fight

The next few days went by surprisingly smoothly. Mr. Aizawa and Kirishima helped Y/N move her things from Bakugo's dorm to Kirishima's, even though there wasn't that much to move.

Y/N walked into the room which she now shared with Kirishima. Not a lot changed, other than a new dresser that Kirishima bought for Y/N with his own pocket money.

As Y/N looked around the room, she took in a deep breath of relief. Maybe, things will get better.

Kirishima was about to follow her inside, but before he could open the door, he saw Bakugo glaring at him. Kirishima paused, to see Bakugo motion for him to follow.

Bakugo walked outside the dorm building. Kirishima was hesitant to follow. He looked at the door to his dorm room, knowing that Y/N was inside.

This will just take a minute, Kirishima thought to himself, Don't worry, Y/N, I'll be back soon.

Kirishima took his eyes off the door and walked towards the entrance of the dorm building.

When he exited through the front of the building, he saw Bakugo looking down and facing away from him.

"You wanted to see me?" Kirishima said, while approaching him.

Bakugo turned his head to slightly look over his shoulder with a vile glare. Seeing this, Kirishima stopped walking. They were standing 2 meters apart.

There was a long silence before Bakugo spoke, "What are you planning to do with her?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Bakugo quickly turned to face him and raised his voice, "Don't play dumb with me shitty hair!!"

Kirishima closed his eyes, then took in a deep breath and relaxed his body. He opened his eyes to show a serious expression, "If you're talking about Y/N, I'm not going to do anything to her. I'm going to let her live her life as she wants to, like you should have done."

"She's still my girlfriend." Bakugo advanced closer to Kirishima and stared him dead in the eyes, "She's still mine."

Despite the intimidation that Bakugo was inflicting on him, Kirishima stood his ground and didn't show any signs of fear.

"She doesn't belong to you." Kirishima spoke in a calm monotone.

"I don't give a damn about what you say. You don't need to be snoopin' around in other people's relationships." Bakugo put his hands in his pockets and began to walk passed Kirishima, back to the building, "Don't try anything shitty hair. If I catch you trying to steal her from me, neither of you will be safe."

Bakugo continued to walk away to the building, but then he was stopped. Kirishima grabbed onto his wrist preventing him from going any further. "I'm not going to stand by and let you ruin her life."

Turning around sharply, Bakugo showed a menacing look, "Is that a challenge?"

"No." Kirishima let go of Bakugo's wrist, "I don't want to fight you, but I'm not going to be a bystander anymore."

"You had the easy and obvious choice of not getting involved, shitty hair," Bakugo walked closer to Kirishima, then he took his hands out of his pockets. Bakugo threw Kirishima an uppercut which exploded on impact.

Without enough warning time to harden, Kirishima was flung backwards and was left with stinging burns underneath his chin. Grimacing, Kirishima lifted himself upright and carefully felt his wound. The stinging on his neck became more intense as his hand came in contact with it. Trying not to focus on the pain, Kirishima stood up and faced Bakugo whose hands were smoking from his quirk.