Collision (BakuDeku)

A sex therapy

Warning: contains an awkward conversation between teenagers about sex XD

Bakugou could remember every fine detail of their little act.

Maybe I was too forceful. Nah. If I went slower, it couldn't be even called an intercourse. Maybe I need to practice more...how the hell to do that when the shitty nerd didn't like what I did the first time? Aaaah. This is annoying.

Being so lost in thought, he didn't see nor hear Kirishima standing right next to him and talking except the end of whatever gibberish came out of his mouth.

"...thought we should do it."

Do what!? The hell is that hair-for-brains talking about? And how in the nine depths of hell did he sneak up on me?

"What?" he asked through the clenched teeth.

Kirishima nonchalantly ignored the angry tone and repeated his proposition, "you seemed quite out of it. So, I asked if you want to go to the gym to train with me."

"Leave me alone, shitty hair."

Kirishima didn't listen.

"Come on, you've been sulking for a week or so. I don't know and don't care what got into you, but you've been making mistakes during the training, you need to snap out of it." At the end of redhead's speech, Bakugou growled, anger altering his features and explosions left the smell of burning in the air.

Just as he would retaliate by colorfully telling Kirishima to mind his own business, another voice interrupted him, a voice belonging to a person he didn't quite like, well, more like he barely tolerated another classmate who spoke to him.

"You shouldn't mix private life and work, or in this case training." The snotty tone could only belong to one person - the half'n'half bastard.

"Why the hell do you even care?" Bakugou slanted his head to the right to glare at Todoroki.

"I don't." The cold answer didn't appease Bakugou.

"Then. Why. The. Fuck. Did you even share your thoughts?" Bakugou was seething, the explosions more rapidly leaving his hands, strong emotions always made his glands secrete more nitroglycerin than they normally would.

Todoroki raised one thin eyebrow. "Because it is annoying to watch you tiptoe around Midoriya."

Oh, that did it!

Bakugou would have jumped at the ice and fire user, but something held him back, something he didn't want to acknowledge right now.

"Let go of me, hair-for-brains!" He was trying to maneuver but Kirishima held strong.

"No. I noticed it too, so it would be better if you talked about it."

Bakugou saw red. "It's none of your fucking business!"

Kirishima, once again, masterfully brushed aside the blonde's anger, it seemed like he'd made an art out of ignoring the exploding teen.

"Did you and Midoriya have a fight?" Kirishima asked while thinking.

"No! Stop pestering me with annoying questions and let me go, you fucker." Bakugou was aware he was acting childish, but once jealousness filled his head he couldn't do anything about it. He remembered how half'n'half bastard spent time with Midoriya while he watched from the shadows.

Great, now I'm turning into a fucking stalker. Fuck.

"So you're angry with Izuku?" The question from Todoroki's mouth prompted an explosion so extreme that Kirishima couldn't keep a grip on him anymore. He broke free and grabbed Todoroki by his shirt with one hand.