26 - oopsie

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Ok so I know this happens BEFORE they move into the dorms but shusshhhhhhhhh let plot happen

Also PSA announcement this is a long chapter

Kirishima
The week had been nice and warm following that certain valentine's weekend. The two now more comfortable with their relationship when they realised they had both been willing to talk about it.

The first thing that had happened was obviously the whole class was told. That Monday they walked into class to be surrounded by their classmates bombarding them with questions.

"How long have you been dating?"
"Who confessed?"
"Have you had sex?"

The last one earned the purple haired boy a harsh slap across the face. The rest of the questions the two of them tried answering, and when I say answering what really happened was Kirishima answered and Bakugo simply grunted whenever the fact was wrong.

The bombardment of questions would have continued for hours had Aizawa not entered the room and told everyone to sit down and start class.

By the end of the day Kirishima and Bakugo were exhausted both mentally and physically. People from other classes had tried to approach them during gym so Bakugo decided to go all out against Kirishima, causing people to keep their distance for fear of being injured.

The end of the day couldn't arrive sooner to the two of them. Kirishima and Bakugo walked back to the dorms hand in hand before giving each other a goodbye kiss and heading to their own rooms. They had packing to do.

^∆^ le time skip ^∆^

It was a Friday morning and Kirishima was exhausted. This being the end of the school week all Kirishima wanted to do was go to bed and have a rest, but fate us a cruel mistress and the next thing he knew he was sitting in a coach besides Bakugo on the way to some 'training camp'.

Don't get him wrong Kirishima was ecstatic to go on this trip, but couldn't the teachers have done it on a Monday to wednesday instead of a Friday till Sunday.

Kirishima jumped a little when he felt something bump into his shoulder. Looking over he felt his heart stop when he noticed Bakugo sleeping peacefully with his cheek squished against him. Slowly pulling out his phone Kirishima angled it and snapped a quick shot.

This would definitely be his new wallpaper. Kirishima quickly set the picture before the bus came to a screeching halt beside a cliff. There was much confusion by everyone, including Iida which was strange.

Aizawa calm stood at the front and informed the children to get out. Slowly the class unloaded from the coach before it drove away, their bags with it.

"Umm Aizawa sensei where are we?" Questioned the blue haired male as he waved his arms around in his usual robotic motion.

Aizawa chose to ignore this before raising his hand and 4 women came out. No wait one was a really manly man in a... Dress?

The four of them showed some strange dance before introducing themselves as the 'pussycat dolls'. Kirishima stood there in confusion while Bakugo stood there with his usual 'wtf?' face.

As all the pro heroes at the front started addressing the group of children Bakugo snuck closer to Kirishima and blew gently across his neck, causing the red head to let out a small yelp in shock

"Kirishima are you paying attention?" Aizawa questioned and Kirishima's face flushed red with embarrassment. He scratched the back of his neck nervously and gave a curt nod. The teacher let out a sigh before continuing his speech.

Kirishima ran over to Bakugou and punched his arm gently.

"What the hell Bakugo!" He hissed with mock irritation. Bakugo simply snickered and turned to him with a smile on his face that caused Kirishima's heart to skip a beat.

"Stop staring shitty hair we're going, bet you don't even know what we have to do." Kirishima dramatically placed his hand on his chest and made a face of exaggerated shock.

"Yeah no I have no clue." He admitted, placing a hand around Bakugo's shoulder. "But you could tell me couldn't you?" Bakugo let an evil grin onto his face before launching himself off the side of the cliff.

"Only if you can keep up shitty hair." He called backwards. Kirishima smiled at his boyfriends competitiveness before running after him, before everyone stopped at the sight of the huge mud dolls.

The battles were fierce and labourous but they perseveired,even with the help from their classmates. Eventually the sun was setting and they all made it to the camp grounds.

Kirishima sat down in one of the benches, stretching himself across the table and letting out a sigh of relief. Now that they were here they could shower and relax.

The scent of caramel filled his nose and he looked up to see Bakugo sitting beside him. Bakugo was sweating profusely but the sweet scent of the glycerin left him smelling like the sugarplum fairy.

"What's this, an angel?" Kirishima teased as he shuffled a little closer. Bakugo flinched before leaning his weight onto Kirishima. He could feel Bakugo's heat and his muscles twitching from the recent rush of adrenaline.

"I hear we have to share rooms here." Bakugo mumbled almost inaudibly. Kirishima's head shot up from its place on Bakugo's shoulder.

"Wait Bakugo you don't me-" Bakugo slammed his hand over Kirishima's mouth before he could finish.

"No you idiot, not here the walls are thin. I was asking if you'd share a room with me." He hissed under his breath. Cursing himself for his own dirty thoughts Kirishima stuck his tongue out and licked Bakugo's hand.

Bakugo recoiled at the sudden wet touch.

"First off, ok I'm sorry. Second, don't do that it's hard to breathe k?" Bakugo looked at him numbly from shock before nodding slowly.

Just then Aizawa appeared from the building and shouted loudly.(or as loudly as he could)

"Ok kids you're all here so go get a quick shower cuz you stink, something to eat, and then we can start some fun activities before tomorrow's lessons."

Kirishima cheerfully grabbed Bakugo's hand and dragged him towards the showers with a grin on his face.

Why wouldn't he be happy, he gets to spend the whole weekend with his boyfriend.

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