The Human Cavalry Battle just ended, but funnily enough, people are more concerned with what happened after the round than the actual battle itself. Kissing someone in the middle of a stadium's arena isn't exactly the best way to be subtle. Not that subtlety has ever been Katsuki's strong suit, but still.
If you weren't already the center of attention before, you sure as hell are now.
"Oh my god!" Mina cries out, excitedly jumping up and down. "Did you guys see that just now? Did you?? Bakugou kissed [Name]! On the lips!"
Ah, the woes of being popular. Or perhaps it's not just that you're popular, but the fact that kissing someone in high school is considered a very big deal. It's like a rite of passage, or something. Back in your old world, you remember students would always gossip about who started dating who. Teenagers just can't seem to get enough of that sort of thing. Everyone's always too nosy for their own good, and at this stage in someone's life, where the idea of romance is so fresh and new, it's easy to get swept up in all the excitement.
You suppose you're guilty of the same thing, because ever since Katsuki kissed you, you've been grinning like an idiot.
"Wait, seriously?" Uraraka gapes. Like Mina, along with several other students (all girls), she rushes over to you, eyes wide as saucers, and even her rosy cheeks are several shades darker than normal. "I-Is that true? Bakugou actually kissed you?!"
"Pretty much," you shrug, and you flip your hair back, feeling exceptionally smug. "Well, it's not a big deal. He only kissed me because I was teasing him and he wanted to prove me wrong. I'm not going to get worked up over something so minor. I'm way more mature than that."
I just had my first kiss! Yay, yay, yay, yaaaaaaay!
That's actually what's going through your head right now, but nobody needs to know that.
Anyway, a whole flock of girls is crowding around you right now. Typically speaking, girls usually are more interested in romance. Some of them are struggling to contain their excitement, like Mina and Hagakure, others are embarrassed but visibly in awe, like Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Jirou, but every single one of them is impressed by your ability to take it in stride. You just got kissed on the lips, in the middle of the Sports Festival, by the notorious Bakugou Katsuki. It doesn't get more crazy than that.
...then again, if they knew what your life has been like up until now, perhaps they'd understand why you're so good at rolling with the punches.
It's not just the girls who are curious, though. Granted, they're more likely to walk up to you and ask questions, but there are also a handful of male students who can't stop staring at you in bewilderment. One of which... is none other than your best friend.
Shouto's jaw is hanging open. Wait, what? No, no, no. No, this doesn't make any sense. Here he was, just about to congratulate you for placing first in the Human Cavalry Battle, even though he was still disappointed that you didn't choose his team, and out of nowhere, he was forced to watch as Katsuki pressed his lips against yours. There was direct lip-to-lip contact, without a doubt. That's a kiss. A real kiss.
Back when you were both younger, you once kissed him on the cheek, as thanks for the birthday present he got you. It was just a cheek kiss, though. He may be a bit naive at times (more than just a bit, actually), but even he knows there's a difference between kissing someone on the cheek, and kissing someone on the lips. A cheek kiss is even used as a greeting in some countries, apparently. But no one has ever casually greeted someone by kissing them on the lips.
That's supposed to be the sort of thing people only do when they like each other. Romantically.
No way. Katsuki has feelings for you??
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