Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ UwU ❤

A/N: Based off of the song of the same name, this was requested by _JellyBelly360_, so here we are!

Bakugou's POV (Fucking, again)

I'm starting to feel some sort of way

"Yooooooo! Bakubro!"

I rolled my eyes and put my head on my hand, ignoring the flutter in my chest that appeared alongside the redhead dumbass.

"What the hell do you want, Shitty Hair?" I muttered, tapping my fingers on my desk.

"Well, Kaminari, Sero, Mina and I were gonna do some hardcore Mario Kart tonight, and we were wondering if you wanted to join?" Shitty Hair asked with his stupid smile.

His stupid fucking smile that kept me up at night.

"And why would I do that with you fucking extras?" I scoffed.

He laughed, which always was accompanied by a burning sensation in my face.

You give me goosebumps everyday

What the hell is this dumbass doing to me?!

"Sero really wanted to challenge you to a one on one Mario Kart race. See who's better,"

I rolled my eyes again and sighed.

"Fucking fine. Only to beat up Soy Sauce though,"

"Yes!" Shitty Hair hissed, pumping his fist once. "Come over to my dorm after classes. Then you and I can walk over to Mina's. The other girls are having a sleepover tonight, so the girl's side of the dorm is gonna be quiet. Ooh, wait! Speaking of a sleepover, get into pajamas or comfy clothing and bring a pillow and sleeping bag,"

"God, I regret this already," I mumbled.

Shitty Hair laughed again before looking at me.

Still fucking smiling.

And when you look at me and smile

Him and I both sat there, staring at each other.

His crimson eyes looking into mine.

This redheaded idiot is gonna kill me sooner or later.

I was about to tell him to fuck off when the bell did it for me.

He walked back to his seat and sat down, glancing at me and giving me a wink.

I wanna say

This man is the only man who makes as much of flaming homosexual as he does.

... did that sentence make sense?

I wanted to walk up to him, say everything that's been on my mind since that damn incident at I-Expo and just lift one of the many weights of my shoulders.

"I think you're okay,"

But my stubborn ass is too much of an asshole to say anything nice about any god damn person.

Alongside that, Aizawa-sensei decided to come out of his chrysalis and teach a damn class.

Your stupid face makes me insane

Classes did end up being fairly light today, so I didn't feel like I was thrown like a ragdoll today.

I went into my dorm, got out of this annoying fucking uniform and looked through my closet for pajamas.

Basically just sweats and a comfy shirt, more or less.

So when my eyes landed on my over-sized lottery shirt with sleeves that go past my fingers and sweatpants that cover my feet entirely, I knew what had to be done.