Firecracker- A Katsuki Bakugo fan fiction

CHAPTER 7: Rock-bottom

(A/N): We have returned to the perspective of Lord Explosion Murder!

I woke up to the sound of my dorm room alarm blaring on and on in my head. I almost blew up the clock from rage, but instead slammed my hand on it in frustration.

That was a pretty fucking weird dream.

Today was the day our midterm exam results would be released. Naturally, I expected people like Acid-bitch and Electric Boogaloo to fail spectacularly, but at the very least I hoped Kirishima would pass. I'd been tutoring him ever since a month before his exams, so that better have not all been for nothing. I grumbled.

Shitty-hair annoyed me.

And he continued to annoy me, as I realised he was shaking me up.

"Hey, Bakugo! You better get up! Aizawa-sensei will kill us if we're late!" When my eyes finally met his, he smiled.

"Good morning."

My heart fluttered for a moment, but I tried my best to ignore it.

"Oi, shitty-hair."

He sighed, getting up from the bed. "How hard is it for you to call me Kirishima?" In spite of the slight frustration in his voice, he still wore a grin on his face.

"Anyway, time to see if all the tutoring you gave me was actually worth it."

"Of course it fucking was. Unless you were still stupid enough to not pick anything up."

The red-head laughed, causing my heart to flutter once again.

Damnit, why won't this stop?!

"Of course. Make sure to be ready in five."
And then he was gone.

I sighed and took my shirt off, starting to get into my uniform. Once I was done, I opened the door, only to see that Kirishima had been waiting for me outside all this time. He grinned.

"You ready to check out the results?"

I rolled my eyes, hiding my blush by burying my face in my scarf.

"Whatever."

-.-
"Well, look at that. I guess I passed. And you did too Bakugo!"

"Well, of course I did."

I looked to my right side and saw Acid-bitch and Electric Boogaloo being melodramatic as fuck. Yup, they failed for sure.

"Man," Pikachu said. "Guess I should've taken lessons from you Bakugo."

"Yeah!" Acid-bitch added. She shuddered. "Now we're going to have to go through Aizawa's remedial lessons."

I scoffed. "Well, I never offered lessons dickwad."

The two of them looked at me in confusion.

"But didn't you tutor Kirishima?" My face went red.
"What I meant was - you guys are way too fucking stupid to tutor. Shitty hair's at least somewhat average."

Kirishima smiled. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment again. Sorry guys, I guess the offer's off the table."

Pikachu sighed, but Acid-bitch's eyes lit up. "Hey. Why don't we ask Yaorozu? According to Sero and Ojiro she's great."

"Good idea!" The two ran to pony-tail girl to convince her to teach them.

"That was a lie, wasn't it?" The red-head's sudden words sent shivers of anxiety down my spine.

Well shit.

"Of course it wasn't, dumbass." I placed my hands in my pockets so that he wouldn't notice the tiny explosions that were setting off at my palms.

"Nope, I'm pretty sure you were lying straight to their face. I can tell. But I guess that's to be expected." He gave me a gentle smile, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"I am yours, aren't I?"

-.-

I had no idea what was wrong with me. I had no idea what the things Kirishima said to me meant.

I was lying in my bed in the dead of the night, staring up at the dark ceiling, trying to figure out why the fuck I felt this way.

"I am yours, aren't I?"

I had no idea why he said that to me. I had no idea why I liked hearing that. I had no idea why whenever he smiled and laughed my heart melted. I had no idea why I loved his spiky hair, his crimson eyes, his stupid face.

I had to be sick. I had to be fucking sick. Something was wrong with me. I heard wrong.

We're just friends. We're just friends. We're just-

But are we?

No. I can't. I'm not- I'm not fucking-

Come to think of it, you've never really been into girls, have you?

When the guys at my old middle school tried to go out and pick some chicks, I didn't want to join them, and for the longest time, I had no idea why. When all the guys were gawking at Pony-tail girl's tits, I couldn't care less about it, and I didn't know why. When we were at the bathhouse, I couldn't care less about girls on the other side, and I didn't fucking know why.

But now I think I do.

I bit my lip and clutched my pillow, releasing the tears into it and letting out a muffled sob as I realised why I felt so out of place all of this time.

I was fucking gay.

(A/N): What's up! So now you guys know why this story has a Kiribaku tag and why I said that romantic relationships would be addressed in this story. The truth of the matter is however, that this story will deal a lot with the self-hatred and homophobia that multiple lgbt+ people deal with when coming to terms with who they are, and it's some pretty heavy stuff obviously.
Anyway, if you are someone who is sensitive to this sort of stuff then I'd advise not reading this. It's not the worst of the worst and I'm not going to be diving into suicidal territory, but I'm just putting this out there just in case. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and look forward to you reading the next one!

Yours,
@Red_Phoenix_writes