Gay Buffet

Read My Lips

Deaf Bakugou AU

The first text came after Bakugou had finished a training session with Kirishima. He was lying down on his bed, wearing just a black tank top and black shorts, when he received the notification. His hearing aids rested on his bedside dresser, so it was the buzz that alerted him to the message.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: You can't hear but you can see we're perfect for each other

What the fuck
Who is this

This number wasn't saved in phone. He quickly thought of the numbers in 1-A he didn't have... There was Kouda, Satou, Jirou, and Shouji. Or, as Bakugou knew them, Snow White, Diabetes, Earphone Girl, and Octopus.

The number didn't text back. It could've been a contact he already had, just forgotten to assign a name, but that was unlikely. What the fuck?

He brought it up the next day at lunch. "Some random number texted me a shitty pick-up line," he muttered around his curry. All the conversation at the table ceased immediately. Kaminari and Sero stopped arguing about how to pronounce data, Ashido stopped trying to braid the latter's hair, and Kirishima stopped telling Ashido how beneficial protein powder was. Bakugou didn't look up from his bowl.

"What was the pick-up line?" Ashido asked cautiously, her brow arched with a dubious look on her face.

Bakugou took his phone out of his pocket, clicked on the message, and showed it to her. Kaminari leaned over her shoulder to read it, a huge grin gracing his face as he did. Then Sero grabbed the phone out of her hands and showed it to Kirishima, who's eyebrows jumped to his hairline. Bakugou took his phone back, stuffing it again into his pocket.

"How cute, someone's got a crush on Bakugou," smirked Sero. The ash blond glared at him.

"Ya know, I wasn't expecting Bakugou to be the first one out of all of us to receive a confession," Kaminari remarked. "I thought it would be like, Kiri."

Kirishima blinked, "Wait, why me?"

"Dude. Look at yourself. Take a good, long look at yourself and tell me you're not an absolute specimen."

"I wouldn't say that:"

"That's because you're a beautiful, modest bean," Ashido reminded him before leaning across the table to pat him on the cheek. He rolled his eyes with a smile.

Bakugou turned off his hearing aids.

Losers

It happened again

Raccoon Eyes: Omfg send!!!

Soy Sauce: geez this person actually likes you?
Soy Sauce: color me surprised

Fuck you

Shitty Hair: Guys seriously?

Dunce Face: ya gosh S e r o

Soy Sauce: fight me rn

Dunce Face: fite me on ps4
Dunce Face: oh w8
Dunce Face: u don't have a ps4

Soy Sauce: fite me in real life
Soy Sauce: oh w8
Soy Sauce: u don't have a life

Dunce Face: u right u right-

Raccoon Eyes: Stfu & let Bakugou send the screenshot, t h 0 t s

Shitty Hair: (＠￣Д￣＠;)

Lemon Boy has left the conversation.

Lemon Boy has been added to the conversation.

Raccoon Eyes: Nice try sweaty
Raccoon Eyes: Now send the goddamn picture Mama Ashido needs her juice

Shitty Hair: What did I just read-

Lemon Boy has sent an image.

Soy Sauce: oh shit

Dunce Face:

This latest text read: "Let's just let our hands do the talking." Bakugou had, once again, demanded to know their identity. When the person didn't reply, an idea started to form in his mind. Yeah. He knew what to do next.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: I can hear wedding bells

I can't read your lips, bring them closer

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Wait what-
XXX-XXX-XXXX: What was that for?

Bakugou threw his phone on his bed and opened up his door so violently it almost slammed into the wall. There was only one person that texted like that.

And he was right next door.

Without pausing to knock, Bakugou opened Kirishima's door. The redhead was sitting at his desk, his phone turned off beside him, with slightly pink cheeks. He regarded the ash blond with a raised brow.

"Can I help you, Bakubro?" he articulated slowly.

Bakugou marched up to him and grabbed his phone, typing in the password. Kirishima asked him what he was doing as he did. He even went so far as to stand up and try to take his phone back. It was his fault for making the pin so damn easy: the numbers that spelled out Riot.

The most recent application popped onto the screen the second Bakugou unlocked the phone. It was messages. It was the chat. It was Kirishima.

"What the fuck is this, Shitty Hair?" deadpanned the ash blond as he turned the phone around to show the screen to Kirishima. He blinked.

"Well, what does it look like?" Kirishima smiled nervously. "I like you. A lot. I just couldn't figure out a way to tell you until Ashido gave me the idea," he admitted.

"So this was Pinky's idea?" She had feigned such surprise and delight in his predicament he didn't even think to suspect her. Were any of the others involved?

Kirishima shrugged, "She was the brainchild, yeah." Then he went silent, fiddling with his hands before meeting Bakugou's gaze with his round, ruby-red eyes. "Are you mad?"

"Mad?" the ash blond snorted. "Why the hell would I be mad?"

He shrugged again. "You're always mad," pointed out the redhead. "Plus, I'm a guy. You're a guy. I was afraid to confess because of that. Even if you don't like me back, I still wanna be friends."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't care." Kirishima looked at him. "That you're a guy," he elaborated with a sigh when the redhead didn't get it. He visibly brightened.

"So... do you like me back?" asked Kirishima, slightly wincing in case of a rejection.

"Sure."

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

"We both know how shitty I am with feelings, Hair for Brains. That's as good as you're gonna get."

Kirishima laughed. As he usually was, Bakugou was tempted to turn up his hearing aids. Kirishima had a nice laugh.

The redhead approached him. He deliberately lifted up his hands and, in sign language, asked, "Can I kiss you?" Bakugou signed back, "Yes."

And so he did.