Were-Baku

This feeling they call love part 1. (Group effort)

Bakugou's P.O.V

(Quick flashback to the night after the incident with training happened)

As Bakugou lay in his bed, the covers in a crumpled heap on the floor, all he could think about was how much he had fucked up. He was not 100% sure what had happened when he and Kirishima were trapped but he did know that he had totally had come onto Kirishima like an absolute pervert! Has being within 50 feet of that stupid grape midget really started to rub off on him that much? Grunting and shaking his head he turned over and curled up some. Closing his eyes he remembered how close he had been to Kirishima... How close their faces had been. That smell... that smell... that entrancing smell. Whatever he had gotten whiff of when they were stuck together was what had driven him to do those things... The thing that smelled an awful lot like sweat, a rock quarry, and a certain red-haired boy he spent most of his happiest moments of the day with. 

(End of flashback!)

It had been about a week since the mishap during training. By then all gossip about it had died down, and Kirishima's injury had healed. During that painful and long week he had been stressed. Stressed like he had never been before. Every time he saw Kirishima he felt a sense of guilt wash over him. "I should have been able to protect him..." He would think every time their eyes met during the day. So from that point on that's what he did. He never left Kirishima's side. He would walk to the bathroom, to class, and walk with him to his dorm room. He would even jump to Kirishima's balcony from his in the late hours of the night to make sure the boy was sleeping peacefully. Because of all of this he felt his own health, mental and physical, diminishing. Whenever someone would want to talk to him all he would do was grunt his eyes trained on Kirishima wherever he was in the room. It wasn't like his social life was exactly "great" before, but now he barely talked to anyone anymore.

By the end of the week he was exhausted. Happy, but exhausted. He was content with knowing that he had been able to watch over Kiri without any complications, but keeping his eyes on him constantly was draining him of any sleep he was getting before. With dark bags under his eyes he lumbered into the common room and flopped his broad frame on the couch earning a creak from it. It was finally the weekend! No more pesky classes to get in his way from protecting shitty hair. A low hum emitted from his core as he lay there slowly beginning to sink into sleep. Or so he had hoped he would be able to. As soon as he felt the sweet feeling of slumber begin to reach his senses three bodies jumped onto and next to him on the couch. Normally he would have let out a few explosions and beaten the bastards that had interrupted his slumber to death... but he really was not feeling like it at the moment. Growling he would wait a moment and then hear low muttering along with scuffling of feet near the single seating chairs and the other couch. It seemed almost the whole class was here... great. Bracing himself he slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light of the room he was greeted with another pair of eyes. Correction he was greeted with four pairs of eyes. Four faces were pushed close to his wide-eyed and grinning from ear to ear. Yelling he shot up and off of the couch. In a flash he was on top of a bookshelf in the corner of the room. The people that the eyes belonged to yelped and jumped back. Mina, Sero, Kaimanari, and... Ugh, Deku... Next to where his hand was about to fall was a bucket of what he assumed to be warm water being held by Kaimanari. A second glance showed that Deku was desperately trying to pry the bucket out of his hands a terrified look on his freckled face.  Kirishima was on the couch next to where his feet would have been when he was laying down... Half and half was reading a book but obviously interested in what was going to happen with the bucket trick. Next to him was Momo who was curiously looking at the book with him a light blush dusting her cheeks. The rest of the company in the room consisted of Aoyama, Tsuyu, Tokoyami, Uraraka, and Jirou. 

The speed that he shot up with must-have startled most of the teenagers because he was met with yelps and confused exclamations when they saw where he was currently residing on the bookshelf. Recomposing himself he would put his hands on his pockets in his usual thug-like manner and easily step down from the case. Grunting he would make his way menacingly towards the group who was attempting to make him piss his pants while he slept. The "brave and inspiring" future hero's who had been part of the little prank was now heroically hiding behind Deku who looked like he was about to phase through the floor with how much he was trembling. "SO, WHO THE HELL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUCKING FUNNY TO MAKE ME PISS MYSELF WHILE I SLEEP???" He yelled his face becoming redder and redder with every word. "Mmm-Ma-Muhm-Muh-Mah-Mmmmm-maa" Deku sounded like his mind had reverted back to a one-year-old and he was trying to form his first words again. 

Luckily for Deku's sorry ass round face was there to save him. "Bakugou!!! Finally, you're awake! Ah! We were all wondering" She gestured towards the rest of the room as if he was too stupid to realize that they were the ones she was referring to as "we" as she said this " If you would like to come with us to a Shrine! And afterward, we were going to go and do Karaoke! So you gonna join us?" As she speaks she doesn't break eye contact with Bakugou, damn he hated how fucking cocky she was... unfortunately her little distraction had worked because the small group had vanished from behind her and the three dumb-asses were currently laying Deku on the floor as he was still sputtering like an idiot. At this point, it had appeared that Kirishima had gotten up from his spot on the couch and was standing a bit behind Uraraka a hopeful look on his face. It was obvious why he was giving Bakugou those puppy eyes. He wanted him to go with him. Letting out a long sigh he would rub the back of his neck and yawn. Kirishima was going to go with or without him... So he might as well go if he wanted to keep eyes on him. With multiple wide eyes on him he spoke one word, "Sure."

Days Until Full Moon: 11

Hi everyone! Hopefully, I will have the second part of this chapter out soon! The next part will for sure be A lot longer and with switching perspectives again! Thank you for reading!