"What do you want?" Bakugou roared. He stomped toward Jirou, his footsteps louder than those of a dinosaur. Bakugou was wearing a skull shirt and baggy sweatpants. Denki was starting to wonder if he had ten different copies of the same outfit. It was like Bakugou was a cartoon character. It would have been humorous if Denki wasn't about to get his face blasted into a thousand pieces.

Jirou smirked. God, she had to stop doing that. "Well you see..." she began. Her eyes danced between Bakugou and Denki with an excited gleam.

"Not this shit again," Bakugou growled.

Denki was confused. "Wha—what are you saying? Jirou, did you seriously—?"

Bakugou roughly grabbed his arm. He forced Denki to stand up as he tugged on his arm. The next thing Denki knew was that they were both in Bakugou's room, both awkwardly sitting on the nicely made bed.

Denki realized he had never been in his friend's dorm room before. His walls were barely visible behind All Might posters covering nearly every square inch. A single Crimson Riot poster was haphazardly taped over his desk. It was clearly the work of Kirishima, and Denki wouldn't expect anything else from the guy. A handful of weights and crumpled papers littered the floor. Denki wondered how he didn't trip and fall flat on his face. It's nice not to.

"So...?" Denki began, not sure of what he should be saying. From what he had gathered, Bakugou knew about his itty bitty Shinsou situation. Correction: it's not little, it's huge and life ending.

Bakugou grinned the same grin he does when he's pumping himself up to destroy some idiot in combat. Denki gulped in response, afraid the idiot will end up being him. Bakugou began, "Somebody told me..."

Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool—

"That you're stalking the new guy," Bakugou finished. He shifted on the bed and weaved his legs together like a pretzel. He drummed his fingers on his kneecaps, and Denki noticed that Bakugou's fingernails were also painted black. Jirou must have been on a mission today.

Denki let out a nervous giggle. "You look like you're either gonna kill me or laugh at me and I don't like it either way."

"I'll fucking do both!"

"Watch your language, this is a family show." Denki mumbled in addition, "Or is it?"

Denki should have realized ahead of time that Jirou wasn't going to keep Denki's 'wow Shinsou's actually pretty hot, and he likes kittens, and OH MAN, he's an actual god' revelation to herself. She was probably watching him for weeks, and she ended up letting some crap slip to every other unreliable person in existence. She even mentioned it to Bakugou of all people. Bakugou will never let him live it down, and Jirou sure knows that! Hiring a hitman sounded like the best option at the moment.

"As I was—"

"Okay, okay, okay. First of all, he's got a name. And I'm not talking to you if you don't use it," Denki directed. He mimed checking off an invisible list with his finger.

"What if—"

"And second, don't let anything slip to Kirishima, and you know I'd like to assume—"

"STOP INTERRUPTING ME, PIKACHU!!" Bakugou roared. His face was red. Like Kirishima's hair, Denki's mind helpfully added. He figured that Bakugou wasn't exactly angry about the interruption itself.

"You just interrupted me!" Denki protested. He grabbed fistfuls of Bakugou's blanket. He wasn't exactly frustrated with his friend, he just wanted to talk about hot guys. Was that too much to ask for?

Bakugou looked like he wanted to force choke Denki. His lip quivered in tense disgust. Bakugou's face continued to redden, his brains about to explode. "You're irrelevant!" Bakugou childishly spat. Even Denki could come up with better insults.

"You literally dragged me into your room to talk to me. I'm still your friend, whether you want to admit it or not."

Bakugou was furiously muttering something under his breath. Denki noted that it was similar to what Deku does. Denki decided it wasn't the time to comment on it.

Denki sighed. He wasn't exactly the most perceptive person in existence, but he understood what seemed to be going on. "Oh. Dude, I know you guys got off on the wrong foot. That was last year. Now we're Class 2-A. Shinsou'll be in our class whether you like it or not. You both are my friends, and you've gotta treat each other with respect."

Again, Bakugou refused to respond. Denki was satisfied, for it was rare to beat some sense into Bakugou. Pulling the 'I'm your bro card' always tends to work.

"Anyway, if you treat my repressed love life with respect, I won't question what's going on in yours," Denki decided. "Deal?"

Bakugou grumbled something. Denki took that as a yes.

"So Shinsou's really hot."

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. He pursed his lips like he ate a lemon. "I hate you."

"Nah you love me!" Denki playfully insisted.

And then it got quiet. The silence was awkward. Denki felt like he was overstaying his welcome. However, he didn't want to leave without knowing the why he was here. Denki looked around Bakugou's room. Beside the desk, there was a red cork board with a handful of overlapping pictures. Denki reminded himself to check out the pictures the next time he stood up.

Bakugou shifted uncomfortably. He opened his mouth twice as if he was struggling to say something. "I heard he likes bike riding."

"Oh my god, really?" Denki gasped. "When me and Shinsou are dating, you're my official third wheel."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and covered his mouth with a hand. "Hey, Dunce Face. You need to talk to him first."

"I have," Denki insisted with a pout.

"Let me guess, you called him hot in your first conversation?"

"No? Not exactly..."

"Even Animal Guy has better social skills than you do!" said Bakugou with a smirk.

Denki laughed. "At least I can talk to guys without my backup plan being murder."

Bakugou sent him a look, and his hands released a few sparks. Denki was going to die. He wanted Mina to plan his funeral. The flowers had to be yellow and he wanted rainbow glitter in his ashes. Denki took the chance to bolt out of the room. He slammed the door and shouted as he dashed down the hallway, "Thanks a ton, Kacchan!"