Can't Choose

Chapter Two

Kirishima sighed as he fell onto the bed in Bakugou's dorm room. "You mind if I stay in here tonight?"

Bakugou shrugged. "Just don't blame me if Mr. Yamada comes to scream at you."

Laughing, Kirishima rolled onto his side to face the blonde, who was sitting at the edge of the bed. He pushed his red locks out of his eyes and just stared at Bakugou for a moment. His boyfriend stared back, sharp eyes showing curiosity at why his talkative, red-haired boy wasn't saying anything.

"Hey, what'd you think of the new kid?" Kirishima finally said. Bakugou kept eye contact for a few more moments, then quickly broke away. "Seems like he'll be annoying," he muttered, but his face gave nothing away. Kirishima hated when he did that. He could never tell if Bakugou was telling the truth or not. It hurt a little, but he knew the spiky-haired boy would tell him eventually. Probably.

"I don't know," Kirishima said. "He seemed pretty nice. He wants to join the track team."

"Oh, great," Bakugou groaned. "So now I'm going to have to deal with him every day?"

"At least try not to be so rude to him, Katsuki!"

"Whatever," Bakugou said, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to sleep." Before the blond could fall to his back, however, Kirishima sat up and pulled Bakugou towards him for a kiss. The fiery boy didn't resist, and Kirishima smiled into the kiss as he ran his hand through soft, blond locks of hair.

"You should go to sleep too," Bakugou muttered when they broke apart. "We have a test tomorrow." Kirishima groaned. "I totally forgot about that!" The two boys both readjusted themselves on the bed until they were in comfortable positions. Kirishima had his arms around Bakugou's waist. Kirishima knew his boyfriend loved it, even if he would never admit it.

"Night, babe."

"Night, shitty hair."

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Kirishima opened his eyes and smiled at the sleeping boy in his arms. Bakugou had curled closer to him in the night. His back was pressed up against Kirishima's chest, and the red-haired teen could feel the spiky, blond hair tickling his face. He gently removed his arms from around his boyfriend and sat up. Bakugou was a really light sleeper, though, so Kirishima watched as the blond slowly drew himself away from the clutches of sleep.

"Sleep well?" Kirishima asked. Bakugou nodded, a little sleepily, which Kirishima found adorable. The blond's personality was definitely a lot more mellow early in the morning.

"You sound sleepy still."

"I'm fine," came the almost grumpy response. Kirishima chuckled. There goes mellow. Kirishima stood up and walked over to Bakugou's closet. He had slept in his uniform, so he was going to borrow one of Bakugou's.

"I can feel you staring at me," Kirishima said as he got dressed. "You know that, right?"

"I can't help it," Bakugou muttered. "You look good."

Kirishima reddened a little and laughed. "Thanks, babe. You might wanna start getting ready now, too, though." He listened to Bakugou sigh and heard him move from the bed. The red-haired boy continued getting dressed, then sat down on the bed to wait for Bakugou to finish.

The two of them walked out of the room together, and weren't surprised to find Kaminari waiting for them in the common room. He smirked at them, waggling his eyebrows a little.

"What were you guys doing in there last night?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" came Bakugou's retort. Kirishima put a hand behind his head and grinned. "Come on guys, we don't want to be late." Kaminari glanced at him. "Your hair's down today, huh?"

"Yeah. I think I want today to be a chill day."

Kaminari snorted. "Good luck with that. Nothing here is ever chill," he joked.

"I know, dude." Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed Kirishima's hand, prepared to drag him to class. "Come on, shitty hair. Hurry up." The three boys walked through the commons and then out of the building.

They walked together to the main building, walking through the halls until they got to their homeroom. Bakugou pushed open the large door to Class 2-A. The three boys didn't sit in their assigned seats yet since Mr. Aizawa hadn't even arrived. A few other students had, though, like Todoroki and Momo, who were chatting quietly in the back. Iida was also there, and scolding Bakugou for sitting on Kirishima's desk like it's a chair. Bakugou was ignoring him, of course.

Students slowly started filing in, and soon everyone was in the room.

"Everyone, class is about to start! Take your seats!" Iida called. Rolling his eyes, Bakugou moved to his desk. Then, right on cue, Mr. Aizawa walked in, looking as tired as ever. His long black hair was messy, and his eyes were red as if he'd been having some eternal staring contest. His expression was absolutely bored.

"Good morning, class. Today we will be―" Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the classroom opened again. And guess who rushed in?

None other than Izuku Midoriya.

He looked around the classroom, then saw Mr. Aizawa. "Sorry I'm late!" he said hurriedly. The teacher gave him a blank stare, then sighed. "You're here now, so why don't you introduce yourself?"

Izuku turned quickly to face the class. "Um, hi, my name is Izuku Midoriya, and I'm a new transfer student." Mr. Aizawa nodded. "Take your seat." Kirishima smiled at him as he walked past, and Izuku smiled back. Kirishima also didn't fail to notice how Bakugou's gaze had lingered on Izuku the moment he set foot in the classroom. Interesting. And it was almost funny since the only empty seat left in the room was right behind Bakugou himself.

Kirishima found himself thinking about what was going on between Izuku and his boyfriend for most of the class, instead of paying attention to the lesson. He knew Bakugou was hiding something. That stare Bakugou had given the green-haired boy when they first saw him was definitely from something more than surprise. Kirishima just had to figure out what it was.

A/n: I just included that seating chart up there, in case you can't remember what the seating arrangement is like. Anyway, hope you guys are having a good day!

- Lavender