Hey Shitty Hair-! {Kiribaku}

Chapter 1

Kirishima POV

I took one look at my math homework and knew that I was screwed.

What's the point in math anyways? It's just a bunch of numbers and some letters that aren't important. Once I become an actual hero, I won't need math, and I know about that. So why learn about something you will never use in the future?

I shook my head. Only the present matters now, I can worry about my grand future later. And in the present, I have not done well in practical exams. In practical anythings really. So I had to focus on my useless math and get it done.

I tried to figure out what all of the numbers and letters meant in the first problem. What was x supposed to be? Why was there an 11 in the problem? What's 8x8 again?

I grab the top of my head and pull at some of my hair in frustration. When could I be free from this prison we call math to chill in my man den and with my best bros? It's hard to focus on something that's both boring and hard. But tomorrow's our only free day of the week, Sunday, and I enjoy spending my limited free time however I like, not confined to my room doing... this...

I wish Bakugou were here. He's actually surprisingly good at math, so he'd be a big help in this situation. I can't go talk to him at the moment anyways. He's probably sleeping right now anyways, and it's basically an unspoken rule that we just don't bother him in any way under any circumstances after dinner. We learned the hard way that his mood is at its' worst between dinner and bedtime...

Even so, it'd still be nice to have him here with me, just sitting aide by side and probably ignoring the homework as a whole. While most people just see him as a mad, hot head guy, he's also a really nice dude too. When we chill in our dorm rooms, just the two of us, he's almost like a different person. I don't think much of it, as I'm one of the only people who really got to know him this year. Izuku doesn't count, because they don't get along anyways. I think he once told me that I'm the only person he would ever choose to very aggressivley "play" fight with and lay in bed with just because. It makes me so happy, knowing I can make the grumpiest grump, short-tempered and handsome guy in the class actually smile. And by myself too! Just knowing that you're the only person in the world who can make him offer a genuine smile... That makes me feel so... I don't know... Mushy, but not really. It's sort of that feeling you get when you really, really like someone-

Oh shit.

Holy shit.

Wait- could I like Bakugou...?

No way. I am not gay. According to practically everyone, that is not manly. At all.

I sat up from my desk aggressively. I began pacing around my dorm room, thinking about what thought just came into my mind. No way Jose am I gay. I can't be, right? I've liked girls before, so how could I suddenly not? That's dumb. That's just dumb.

I paced around the room a little faster. I even activated my quirk a bit due to the emotions I felt in that moment. I guess I was walking around a little too hard, because Kaminari somehow heard me stomping around from his dorm room below mine. Knowing he didn't have to really ask, he swung the door open.

"Hey bro!" He said over my increasingly louder footsteps. "You doing alright there...?"

I stopped moving to look at Kaminari. My body un-hardened itself as I let out a sigh. I was not going to tell that dunce of a bro that I maybe might just be gay, so I told him;

"Yeah, bro. It's just that the math homework Ectoplasm-sensei gave us is giving me a headache!"

Technically not a lie.

"Wait, we had math homework?" Kaminari answered with worry in his tone. "Fuck, I don't think I ever got it after today's lesson. I can't help you with math anyways man, you know me, so catch ya later!"

And he left. I heard Kaminari's footsteps run down the hallway until they eventually faded away. I closed my door shut and sat down on my bed. I needed to think through this rationally. I couldn't just walk around thinking thinking that would solve my problems.

Could I be gay...? I've never considered it up until now, but it's also only now that I notice that Bakugou always felt like more than a mere friend to me... I always notice his burgundy-coloured eyes, how they seem to shine and sparkle in just the right lighting. How they're arched the way they are. I also always notice his rare smile, and cherish them as much as I can. It's not everyday I get to see his beautiful smile.

Did I just call Bakugou beautiful?

Well shit, I probably like a guy.

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A.N.

Heyo, and welcome to the end of part 1 of many of this story...! I hope you're at least sort of enjoying it so far. Stay tuned for more parts coming soon!

Word count: 865 :)

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