I like you, Shitty Hair ||Kiribaku||

Chapter eight

Elsewhere, Bakugo was in panic mode.

He knew Kirishima would follow him if he went to his room, but he had no other friends, all those idiots that considered themselves the 'bakusquad' were Kirishima's friends, not his. So where was he going? He couldn't leave the dorms without permission, so where exactly was his feet taking him?

He paced the halls a few times before deciding where to go.

Standing at the door, debating wether to knock or not, he finally lifted his knuckles and rapped at the door.

"Coming!" A familiar voice called out.

When the door opened, the boy was surprised to see Bakugo standing there.

"K-Kacchan?" He asked, shocked.

Bakugo pushed himself past Midoriya and into his room, "Shut the door, we need to talk."

Midoriya's eyes widened, why would Bakugo want to talk to him of all people?

He shut the door, walking over to where Bakugo stood.

"W-what is it you wanted to talk about Kacchan?"

Bakugo felt like he was about to breakdown, all his emotions had devoured him, he'd never felt such strong emotions before, and he didn't know how to deal with them.

He figured if anyone would know how to, it'd be Deku, the biggest crybaby he'd ever met, but he sure wasn't gonna let Deku see him as an emotional wreck, he wanted to be better than Deku, not stoop to his level, so he tried to act his normal self, grabbing Deku by the collar of his shirt and shoving him against the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Deku looked at him confused, "What do you mean? You seem fine to me."

"I mean why do I feel like this? All these emotions. You're a big baby, you should know."

"I am not a baby!" Deku whined.

"You literally cried when your All Might poster ripped the other day."

"It was limited edition!"

"Whatever, just explain these horrid feelings and tell me how to get rid of them."

"There's tons of feelings Kacchan, how am I supposed to know which you're feeling?"

"Don't smart off to me you damned nerd, I'll blast you to hell."

"Okay, geez, sorry. Could you maybe explain what you're feeling though so I could understand how to help you?"

"Tch, fine. I guess you could say there's this person that I kind of don't hate."

"AWE! You have a crush!" Midoriya squealed.
His eyes light up, "Is it me?"

Bakugo looked at him with a disgusted expression plastered on his face, mini explosions erupting from his palms.

"Of course not you dumbass, it's Kirishima, who would ever like you?"

For a second, Midoriya was slightly hurt, but he was used to Bakugo's insults so he shrugged it off.

"Why don't you just tell him, you guys seem to be close."

"Yeah right, like someone like him could ever like me."

"Like him?"

"Yes, like him. He's so fucking perfect, it pisses me off, and I'm just me."

"But you're amazing Kacchan, and I'm sure Kirishima thinks so too! You should just tell him!"

"Psh, how would you know, stupid Deku." Bakugo scoffed, releasing Deku from his grip and walking towards the door.

But when the door opened, he was met with someone unexpected.