Tolerance ~ Bakugo x Kirishima

//Chapter ONE

Kirishima's POV

This is a good life. I think to myself as I sit in front of the TV, nonchalantly staring. The air-conditioning was on, but it made the room feel nice. This was Saturday afternoon, so I didn't have to go to school for another lazy day or so. It really was nice.

"Oi, what are you watching?" Bakugou said, standing in the doorway. A little less than 5 weeks ago, we had moved in. Bakugou had said that he, "needed to leave that house before that old hag drove him crazy". I assumed that meant his mother. 

Regardless of why he wanted to leave, he did, and I moved in. The UA was actually quite far from my home, and this apartment was considerably closer. In the long run, it made more sense, and I was always looking for a new adventure.

I shrugged. "Don't know, haven't been watching." He nodded, and sat down on the couch next to me. The urge to move closer to him was almost unbearable, almost. See, Bakugou was my friend and all, well I mean that's sort of why I moved in with him.

But there was something more than that. Something I couldn't-- didn't know how to-- shake off. Something that had "bothered" me since the very beginning of it all. Yet at the same time, this was the reason I got up in the morning, the reason I breathed, the reason for me.

It wasn't something Bakugou knew, and I intended to keep it like that until I was ready to tell him. In fact, I feel like I hid this because I have no clue how he would react. Whether it be good or bad, I had a plan to do so. Well, to tell him that is. Wait, I still haven't told you what this is?

Okay, all of those things I talked about before, are because I like Bakugou. Not just in a friendly-roommate way... in a gay way.

"What do we have to eat?" I asked, trying to (break author-sama's writers block TTvTT) stop the onset of my seemingly incurable boredom. Bakugo turned to look at me for a moment, and I could feel myself melt. Maybe I wasn't bored yet because I was sitting here thinking about him.

"Uh... I don't know but you can order out if you want." he said. "Change the channel, though. Kaminari said something good was supposed to on XXX channel in like ten minutes."

"Ugh... why don't you do it..." I groaned.

"Cause you're like four inches from it." I could feel his eye roll even though I wasn't looking at him.

"So?"

"So? So I could blow this place up and tie you to the railing. Or worse." he glared at me.

"What the hell is worse than that?!"

"I will evict you." he glared once again. "No never mind, that is not worse than tying you to a railing and blowing the apartment up." (the title of my autobiography) Bakugo grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

There was already a show on, but it wasn't something that I recognized. We only had to get through about eight minutes of it now, so I guess we could bear for that long.

Or so I thought.

The show had only been on for a minute or so, but there was two boys making out, which didn't faze me cause... you know, but I couldn't say the same for Bakugo.

"What the hell? That's nasty, why do they even put that on TV? Fucking Kaminari..."

Complete silence.

I had to fight to hold back tears, let alone incessant sobs. Not only did he just insult me, but... my crush insulted me. About my sexuality. My crush will never like me back. No matter what. The more I let that sink in, the more I wanted to cry.

I wanted to leave, to get away before he saw me cry, but I also wanted to stay and sort it out. My mind was yelling at me to run... to get away. But I was frozen in place, each second the impending threat of crying towering slightly more over me. Just five minutes ago I was happy, I wasn't about to cry. Now I wanted to be tied to the railing while he blew up the apartment. I just wanted to cry. So. Damn. Badly.

But if I did cry, I would have to explain why, and the least that would get me is coming out to a homophobe. So I made the most obvious lie I could to escape that couch. In that living room. With that homophobic crush of mine.

"I have to go study for that test tomorrow." I said, getting up and walking away as fast as I could.

"We have a test tomorrow?" he asked. I nodded, which actually wasn't a lie. Well, an English test, on Monday, but it was my best subject. He knew that I didn't really need to study, but that wasn't going to stop me from 'actually' doing so.

I entered my room and was careful not to slam the door, even though I knew he wouldn't notice I was still hopeful. Hopeful that all of this was for something.

My textbooks for school were on my desk, so I walked over and opened one to the wrong page. That didn't matter at the moment, I just needed a distraction from him. That beautiful son of a bitch.

He knocked on my door just as I let the long awaited tear fall. "Hey, you okay in there? You just kind of... left. Very suddenly."

I shook my head to myself. I wasn't okay. No part of this made me okay. The only thing I wanted was to be there, with my crush... and for my crush to accept me, but both of us knew. We both knew that was never going to happen.

"Hey, can I come in?" He put his hand on the knob, waiting for a response.

"I don't know. Do what you want." I viciously wiped at my eyes, in case he did come in. Lucky me, he did. 

He sat on my bed while I hunched over my desk. The silence was awkward. It was painful, and I felt every second of it. But he didn't seem to enjoy it either. I knew I had to do this.. despite how much I would rather not. But my inner-self won, and i gripped the bottom of my shirt in anticipation.

"Bakugo, I like you. Not in an 'I'm your roommate' kind of way, in a gay way. And go on and tie me to the fucking railing, because the fact that you're a homophobe makes me kind of want to be in that scenario. So yeah, I'm sorry I ranted."

A tear escaped my eye, but I didn't care. I just confessed to a homophobe.