BNHA Scenes

Kirishima talks with Bakugo

As Kirishima said he would, he stood in the hall, seconds away from making good on his promise to Iida. He raised his hand and rapped on the door twice, preparing himself.

"Fuck off!" The voice came from within.

"No." Kirishima said, loud and clear.

Then, he waited. One second. Two seconds. Three- The sound of furniture being shoved or kicked aside (Kirishima wasn't quite sure which) was louder than his heartbeat, which was pounding in his ears. The door was wrenched open roughly, slamming into the wall that no doubt had multiple dents in it.

"The fuck did you just say, Shitty Hair?" Bakugo growled, getting so close that their noses nearly touched.

Kirishima didn't back down though. Bakugo's red eyes were narrowed into a glare. But then again, when did he not look angry?

"I'm not gonna repeat myself since I know you heard me," Kirishima responded flippantly, pushing past the boy and into his room- sealing his death wish. "Hey, your room is actually pretty nice. Anyways, we need to talk."

Bakugo stood by the still-open door, fuming. His fists were clenched and his glare grew more fierce by the second.

"Get the hell out," He snarled.

"Nah, don't think so." Kirishima chirped, serving him a bright smile.

Before he could even blink, the door had been slammed shut so hard that it rattled in its frame. Bakugo had crossed the room in three long strides, wrapped the neckline of Kirishima's shirt around his wrist, and pulled the boy close to him.

"Whoa there Blasty, you're kinda close." Kirishima laughed.

"Who fucking sent you?" He demanded.

"Nobody, Bakugo. I'm your friend, you know. I just came to check on you because you're being weird." Kirishima responded truthfully.

Bakugo released Kirishima, throwing him down onto the bed they'd been standing by. Bakugo climbed past him and lay on his side facing the wall.

"Make this quick," He said gruffly. "Unless you plan on staying the night."

"That sounds pretty gay," Kirishima blurted out, obviously without thinking.

"I am fucking gay so what's your point?" Bakugo answered blankly.

"Wait you're-"

"What's your point Kirishima?"

"I need to know you're okay." He said softly.

"I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me." Kirishima raised his voice a bit.

Bakugo sat up and turned to Kirishima. He brought his hands up to his hair, threading his fingers into the locks, clenching tight around them and tugging harshly. He looked... frustrated. It was the most complicated expression Kirishima had ever seen on the boy's face.

"What do you want, Kirishima?!" He asked loudly, startling the boy. "For me to say I'm upset? I'm sad? I wasn't strong enough? I'm not good enough? For me to show weakness? I train my ass off every goddamn fucking day and all I can do is get lost in a fucking forest-"

"Baku-"

"-in the dead of night while others are in danger? Go ahead and say it! Tell me I'm pathetic! Say that I'm a joke!!"

"Bakug-"

"Go ahead and rub it in my face- show me I'm all talk and no game- I KNOW THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!"

"BAKUGO WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?"

Bakugo's head snapped to face him properly, dark crimson meeting ruby red. His chest was heaving and sweat paved a path from his temple to his jaw, but Kirishima had gotten his attention.

The red-head's face was tingling after his outburst. He had half a mind to leave before he was blasted to the Carribeans. He bit his lip nervously then spoke again.

"You can't keep things like that all to yourself," He started, quietly. "And if you're doing it because you think it makes you weak to show it... then you're wrong. It makes you weak to keep it hidden."

"Now fucking listen he-" Bakugo began to interrupt.

"I said what I said," Kirishima stated firmly, shutting the blonde down again. "If you showed people how you felt. If you expressed these things and took ownership... that makes you strong. Manly. Not what you've been doing lately."

Bakugo stares at him for a little bit, then rolled his eyes. He let them fall on his hands, which were settled in his lap. He contemplated Kirishima's words. He was pulled from his thoughts when the extra weight on his bed was suddenly lifted.

"I know it's late for you, so get to bed. We don't have class tomorrow but we're going first thing tomorrow to visit those at Recovery Girl's." Kirishima gave a tired smile as he opened the door.

Bakugo saw something else flit across his face though. It only took him seconds to connect the few, scattered dots that came to mind. He raised a brow, a devilish grin spreading across his lips.

"Oi Kirishima-" He began.

"Goodnight!" The boy said loudly, shutting the door quickly, then leaning back against it and breathing out a sigh of relief.