| Kiribaku Oneshots |

| Blossoming Pain I |

Bakugou catches himself staring at Kirishima for what feels like the millionth time today. He turns his gaze back to the board, but he can't seem to focus, even with Mic screaming his English lessons at a volume that makes Bakugou want to send an explosion his way. English is easy enough. What isn't is what he feels for his best friend.

Resting his chin in his hand, he mumbles a string of curse words under his breath. Why did Kirishima have to go from being another dumbass to being a hot dumbass? And of course he had to be kind, and adorable, and funny, and the brightest person he's ever met, and-

Fuck. Bakugou's gotta focus.

But how can he focus when Kirishima's confused face manages to somehow be the center of the entire shitty room?

Clenching his teeth and muttering a couple more definitely-not-school-appropriate words under his breath, Bakugou begins to furiously take down the notes in his notebook. He can't let these shitty feelings get in the way of becoming the number one hero. The minutes begin to slip past, and before he's able to realize it, Bakugou finds himself packing his bag and getting ready to leave the class. But of course the source of all his confusion just has to come over and be his shitty adorable self.

"Bakubro!" Kirishima slings an arm around Bakugou's shoulder. "We gotta have another one of those study sessions tonight. That entire lesson made no sense to me."

Shoving his books in his bag, Bakugou tries to hide the heat in his face with a scowl. "Fine. But you have to actually learn this time, shitty hair. 'S not my fault if you get distracted by a movie again."

A laugh, and a smile as bright as the sun, bubbles up from Kirishima. "Fine, fine. But you gotta admit that Princess Mononoke was pretty good, bro."

Bakugou rolls his eyes. "Maybe a little. But only cause of the wolf."

"Ha! See, I knew you liked it!"

"Did not. I just liked one of the characters in it. Stop making shit up."

As Bakugou zips up his bag, they begin to make their way down the hall and out of the school. "Sure. Totally believe that dude. Definitely."

"Shut up." Together, they walk down the path to the dorms. Bakugou stays relatively quiet, though never protesting the arm around his shoulders, as Kirishima's chatter surrounds them.

But he can't shake a feeling in his throat. It feels scratchy, like he needs to cough. He's sure it's just allergies or a cold or something though, so he just dismisses it as they head to their dorms.

"Meet me in my dorm in an hour shitty hair. Don't be late, or I'll blast you off your lazy ass."

Kirishima smiles as he opens his door. "I'll be there bro!" Then the door closes, and Bakugou is left smiling slightly to himself in the hallway.

Fuck. He's gotta do something about these shitty feelings.

~•~

Three loud knocks bring Bakugou away from the textbook he had been deciphering. His heart quickens its pace. A slight heat begins to cover his face. A dryness scratches at his throat. Butterflies float in his stomach.

Bakugou gets up and stretches, shoving away the feelings as he does. He doesn't need them. It's not like they'll ever amount to anything with his shitty personality and Kirishima's amazing one. Twisting the knob, he swings open the door, and everything he had so recently shoved away comes back in a fluttering mess of the feelings he can't fucking seem to understand.

Kirishima stands before him, a pile of papers and textbooks haphazardly stacked in one hand as his other waves. Damp hair hangs around his face, evidently freed from its usual spiky form and left to frame Kirishima's face and make his eyes seem just a little extra bright. Shark teeth shine in a glowing smile, a slight dimple appearing in his cheek. A Crimson Riot shirt outlines his muscular figure. But only one thought is running through Bakugou's mind.