It Isn't Easy

Emotions (Chapter 3)

Bakugo's P.O.V

I paced around my dark room, small explosions going off in my palms.
Why is he here? I know what he said but he was lying, I could tell by his posture and that scared look in his eyes. God why do I miss him so much. I thought I was over him...emotions are so confusing. I want to hug him and call him mine but at the same time I want to keep him at a distance because I don't want to hurt him...ugh I hate this.

I threw myself down on my bed and glared at the ceiling. Tomorrow we had training, I had to test his skill like the League did with me, and we had to go over rules and shit.

With a sigh I rolled over and closed my eyes. I'll just get some rest and deal with him in the morning I guess.

X

I poofed my hair in the mirror, adding a little extra spike, and threw on a plain dark grey shirt and black skinny jeans. My style had changed a bit since I moved here. I didn't wear baggy jeans like I used to, I preferred things that fit better.

I trudged out of my room and knocked on Kirishima's door, gaining no response. I figured he must be sleeping so I walked in.

Kirishima froze in place when he saw me, shirt halfway off, and only boxers as his other article of clothing.

Holy shit.
Don't think gay don't think gay don't think gay.
Damnit.

My eyes drifted momentarily to his v-line and I blushed, turning around.
"I uh...When you're dressed come get me. I'll be in my room." I stomped out of his room, praying that he didn't notice the issue in my pants before I had turned.

I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs, thinking of anything that could help my problem to down.

Goth unicorns.
Deku taking to me.
Icyhot playing piano.
Uhm...Dunce face...being stupid. Wait that's normal...

Those seemed to help a bit and my hard on went down. Thankfully that I did that it time because right then I got a knock on my door.
"Come in shitty hair." I called.

Kirishima walked in, staring at his hands.

"We're going to be doing some fighting and I'll give you a run down of our rules and regulations."

He nodded and looked up at me, a light blush tinting his cheeks. "Is it going to be you and me fighting?"

"Yes, now let's go." I stood up and grabbed his arm as I went past, pulling him behind me and closing the door once we exited the room.

X

We stood in a field, my car parked half a mile back beyond the forest wall.

Kirishima stood in awe, spinning around slowly to take in the scene.
"How'd you find this?" He asked quietly.

"Dabi took me here to train when I joined."
I saw the look of confusion on his face when I said that name. "He's the guy with black hair and blue eyes. Flesh wounds under his eyes, on his chest and arms."

"Oh okay." He nodded, taking off his obnoxiously bright red sweatshirt, that he had grabbed before we left the bar, and throwing it to the grass.
Kirishima wore a black tank top and had light blue skinny jeans. Not going to lie, the jeans made his ass look good.

"Alright, battle stance! We begin now." I called, small explosions going off from my hands.

The red head nodded and activated his quirk, his skin becoming jagged and hard.

I smirked, an idea popping into my head. I leapt and used my explosions to propel myself forward, landing a few feet in front of Kirishima.

"Scared?" I asked with a small chuckle, seeing his eyes harden as he looked at me.