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Bakugou was many many things. Loud, brash, annoying, a jerk. It honestly varied depending on who was asked. But one thing Bakugou was NOT was a fucking coward. And Kaminari had truly lost his few remaining brain cells if he thought he could say so right to her goddamn face.
“What the FUCK did you just say to me, Sparky!?” Kaminari shrunk back at the sudden outburst, but the smug grin on his face didn’t waver.
“You heard me.” He said, ignoring Sero asking if he had a death wish off to the side and Ashido’s not-so-subtle wheezing. “Everyone knows you like Kiri, so why don’t you just say it to her face, it’s obvious she likes you too.”
There was another enraged scream and a small explosion from their resident blond hothead, but her intimidation factor took a significant blow due to the splotchy red blush slowly crawling it’s way from the tips of her ears to down her neck. There was some angry sputtering, but when nothing came out, Bakugou did the only thing she could think of.
“Oh yeah? Well maybe I will!” Her face rose in triumph, but fell again in horror a split second later, realizing what she had just done.
“Oh? You will?” Ashido looked excited, but Bakugou could see the shadow of the hysteric smile she was barely holding back.
“Y-yes. Of course. Because I’m not a fucking coward. No matter what this jerk-off thinks.” Bakugou spat, trying not to wipe her suddenly very sweaty hands on her skirt, and instead crossed her arms in front of her in a last-ditch effort to remain nonchalant.
“Well, I, for one, am looking forward to it. Today’s friday, so you could ask her out tonight and take her on a date tomorrow.” Sero suggested.
These evil fucking bastards.
“You know what, Elbows, that sounds like a great plan.” Bakugou barely managed to growl through grit teeth. And with that Bakugou spun around and all but sprinted from the near empty classroom.
“Great! I can’t wait to see how it goes!” Called Ashido at her quickly retreating form.
She wasn’t running away, no, this was a tactical retreat. The enemy was far too cunning, obviously using some form of psychological warfare against her, because there’s no way what that static shock idiot actually said was true.
But still…
It’s obvious she likes you too…
The phrase kept bouncing around in Bakugou’s head as she made her way back to the dorms. It couldn’t be true. Could it? No. Bakugou was too loud and brash, too annoying. A jerk. There’s no way a fucking ray of goddamn sunshine in human form like Kirishima could like her. Bakugou shook her head as if to erase the thoughts from her mind. It would do no good to walk through the common room looking lost in her head like fucking Deku.
Squaring her shoulders, Bakugou pushed open the door and sauntered through like usual, preparing to make a beeline for the elevator so she could finally fall into bed and let this day end. But that’s when she saw her. Thick, coarse, bright red hair, spilling from the messiest ponytail ever. The bangs styled into little horns in the front. Bakugou had been told once the effect was to give an impression of “toughness” but all she could see at the moment was how goddamn cute it was.
She was sitting on the couch, laughing at something Jirou said, her back turned from Bakugou, but she could still see her bright, pointy smile, still hear her loud, cheerful laugh.
Goddamn. Is this what a heart attack feels like?
Wait. Focus. This was a challenge, and like hell would Bakugou back down, even when it felt like her insides were trying to rebel and free themselves from their fleshy prison. Deep breath. Here goes nothing.
“Hey, Shitty-hair.” Fuck, starting with an insult probably wasn’t the best idea. Still, Kirishima broke off what she was about to say and turned back to look at Bakugou. Fuck. Shit. Her eyes were so big , so expressive. Her (thick) lashes seemed to almost flutter, and the (badass) scar cutting through her right eye just made her look better. Bakugou realized she had stood silently for too long when Jirou’s annoyed voice cut through her thoughts.
“What is it Blasty?” Bakugou’s gaze ripped to where the shorter girl was idly chewing gum, a bored look on her face. One of her eyebrows raised as if to say ‘you gunna waste any more of my time, or what?’ What a fucking smartass.
“Tch. I need to talk to Kirishima.” Bakugou turned and headed for the elevators, not bothering to check to see if the red head was coming. It turned out unnecessary, though, when Bakugou heard her apologizing to Jirou, and the sound of her footsteps jogging to catch up. Once the elevator arrived, they both stepped on without a word, and let the doors close on them.
The tension was thick enough to taste. Bakugou’s hands were clenched into sweaty fists, her expression somewhere between angry and unbothered. Kirishima nervously twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
“You know, you should be nicer to Jirou, you guys are supposed to be friends.” The redhead was the first to break the silence. Bakugou just gave another tch and looked away. Kirishima had to try hard not to roll her eyes, half in fondness, half in exasperation.
“Seriously, I thought you were getting better at that sort of thing.” She said just as the elevator stopped on their floor of the girl’s dorms.
“I am. But that’s not what I wanna talk about Shitty-hair.” Bakugou said, making a beeline for her dorm room, Kirishima following close behind. Bakugou opened the door and took a few steps in, stopping once again with her back turned.
“What then?” The redhead asked, closing the door behind her. There was a thick silence for a few moments. Kirishima could see Bakugou’s fists clenching, read the tense lines in her shoulders. To most, Bakugou was a tough nut to crack, but after being friends for so long, Kirishima had come equipped with the nutcracker. It only took a few seconds of patience for Bakugou to finally respond. Although, this may not have been what she had in mind.
As if a switch was flipped inside her, Bakugou spun back around, fire burning in her crimson eyes. In two short strides, she was in front of Kirishima, in her personal space, and if both of them breathed in deep enough, their chests would be touching. One of Bakugou’s strong arms reeled up and smacked the door behind Kirishima, letting off a small explosion as it made contact.
“We’re going to dinner tomorrow, so wear something nice.” She practically growled, leaning even closer into the other girl’s face. The face which was now practically glowing bright red. Kirishima’s (pretty) eyes were wide and her (soft looking) lips were parted in shock. There were a few seconds of silence as Kirishima seemed to process what had just occurred. When there was no immediate response, Bakugou backed up again, crossing her arms.
“I’ve liked you since first year, Kirishima, you’re the one for me, and I wanna be girlfriends. That alright with you?” Her voice wavered slightly on the last sentence. Kirishima seemed to take notice, and quickly came out of her shock, coming forward to engulf the blond in a hug.
“Of course, Bakugou! I’ve liked you too, but I thought you would never feel the same!” She cried against the taller girl’s still shoulder. Slowly, Bakugou’s muscles relaxed, and she managed to bring her arms loosely around Kirishima.
“Of course I do, Shitty-hair. What’s not to like?” Kirishima giggled (adorably), still hiding her face.
“So… does this mean we can, you know, kiss?” She asked, suddenly shy, looking up for the first time at her new girlfriend. Bakugou felt her heart clench painfully in her chest.
“Kirishima, we can kiss whenever you want.” The redhead grinned again, so joyfully that Bakugou couldn’t help but smile as well. She leaned down at the same time the redhead tilted her head upwards, and the two met in a gentle kiss. They broke apart after barely a peck, still grinning stupidly, Kirishima carding her fingers through Bakugou's short, spiky hair.
“So, Bakugou.”
“Yeah, Kirishima?”
“Where are we going tomorrow?”