Kiribaku oneshots

💔Rejection💔

Genre- angst fluff
Length- 1076

Third POV-

Midoriya had really taken Bakugou's rejection the wrong way. When he said he doesn't like him like that, he meant that he thought of Midoriya as an annoying little brother who'll he'll be nice to in front of his mom. But he had tooken as if he doesn't like him at all, and that he's homophobic.

The greenette told EVERYONE and everyone was really upset with Bakugou. They started isolating him. Never include him in anything, never being first to pair up with him. Now Bakugou prefers being on his own, but with Kirishima distancing himself from him as well...it just hurted him.

He loves Kirishima. That's another reason why he doesn't like Midoriya, because he already loves the shitty haired redhead. But now he's alone. He's tried to talk to him, but he just ignores him and walks off. It always seemed to hurt him when he walked off, but he still did it.

And he was right. It did hurt Kirishima every time he walked off. He loved Bakugou, but he thought he didn't feel the same, because everyone's been saying he was being homophobic to Midoriya. Kirishima knew the greenette liked him, so he backed off. He didn't realize he didn't even had a chance to begin with.

But even with this knowledge, he still can't help but yearn for the blond. Why can't he just get over him!?

Bakugou felt like he couldn't even say anything to anyone about this lie. Because who would believe angry explosive Bakugou over sweet little angel Midoriya.

"Bakugou," the blond looked up at Aizawa. "Class ended four minutes ago." Bakugou looked around and saw no one else but them.

"Oh." He began to slowly drag his stuff into his bag. But Aizawa stopped him.

"Is something bothering you?" He asked, crossing his arms. Bakugou felt himself on the verge of tears. The fuck was he about to cry for!?

"No!" His voice was very shaky, he didn't sound like everything was fine.

"Right," the raven said coldly, not believing him at all. Aizawa placed his hands against the desk.

"You haven't been doing well in class, in fact, you're not doing anything at all," he began. "You're not as explosive as you used to be."

"No one seems to want to be around you, not even Kirishima, and getting rid of that kid is like tossing a boomerang," he stopped as soon as a tear finally came out of Bakugou's eye. And that was it from there. His dignity tossed out the window as soon as Kirishima was even mentioned.

Aizawa, completely unfazed, walked around the desk, and used a hand to lean Bakugou's head to his chest as he sobbed. He covered his face, but what was the point in doing so, the raven knew.

Aizawa said nothing until Bakugou calmed down. The blond was thankful for that, he doesn't think he would get a word out before breaking down again.

"So?" He asked, leaning his head a bit to look at Bakugou.

"Fucking Deku is a little piss baby because I wouldn't go out with him and apparently can't comprehend that no means no instead of I'm fucking homophobic," he barks angrily at the teacher.

The raven just groaned.

"Fucking Problem child, always causing fucking problems," Aizawa cursed, backing away from Bakugou and walking towards the front of the class.

"I'm honestly surprised everyone is convinced you're homophobic, you've always seemed a little-" the raven turned around and flicked his wrist.

Was it really that obvious?

"Is there anything I can do, Bakugou?" The raven asked, leaning against the podium in the middle of the classroom.

The blond shrugged as he stared at his desk.

"Hm, well, I've been here long enough," Aizawa says, taking his stuff and leaving. Bakugou quickly gathers his things and rushes out, heading to the dormitories quickly.

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Bakugou flopped down on his bed, exhausted after running so much. No one payed him no mind as he ran to the elevator, far past after class. So no one would noticed his puffy, watery eyes.

He sat up, reminding himself that if he just asks, Aizawa will do something to help him. *Is there anything I can do, Bakugou?*

Is there anything he can do? Is there something I could do? Bakugou asked himself. The blond glanced around his room. He needs someone to believe him, that he wasn't homophobic. But who?

Why did he even ask, he knows who he wants to believe him.

Kirishima.

The blond got up and paced back and forth. He knows what he has to do. But he wasn't ready. But then again, he has to.

Bakugou left his dorm room and walked over to Kirishima's. He knocked on the door, hearing the joyful "coming!" He got everytime he came here.

"Hey-" he stopped once he saw Bakugou. He looked like he was contemplating to close the door, and he saw the door shift close slightly, but stopped just as soon as it moved.

"H-have you been crying?" He asks. Shit, he forgot about that. He should've waited a bit so he didn't look like a mess before he did what he was about to do.

"N-nevermind, forget I asked," Kirishima tried to close the door but Bakugou put his foot in the way to stop him.

"Bakugou go away!"

"No, I just want to talk!"

"I don't have anything to say to you!" Kirishima turned around to try and use his back to push the door.

"Then just listen," Bakugou said, "please...Kirishima," the redhead still was pushing up against the door, but wasn't as persistent as before. Bakugou's foot was hurting by this point, but he still stuck it there.

He thumped his head against the door.

"Deku lied about what I said, I never said I didn't like him because I wasn't gay and I hated gay people..." He began. "I just told him I didn't like him the way he liked me."

"B-because, I love you..." He finished.

"Bakugou if this is a lie, than it's one sick joke!" The redhead pulled the door open, tears beginning to fall from his eyes. It would sick of Bakugou if he said he loves him but it wasn't true.

"If I were lying, would I be able to do this," he grabbed Kirishima by his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.