"Alright class is dismissed, the partner I've assigned you is written on this paper," the Professor Toshinori Yagi says as he holds it up and pins it to the bulletin board at the front of the classroom. "I suggest you use the rest of this class time wisely and work on your project with your partner." He then walks out of the room with his cross body bag and light sweater before any of the students could complain to him about the partner they were given.

Kirishima slowly put his notebooks into his book bag and looks around the classroom. He wasn't looking forward to this. Due to his overly nice nature and friendliness the people he got paired up with often took advantage of him. Kirishima would have all the work dumped on him when they flaked for group meetings or things of that nature. The red head was friends or more like "on friendly terms" with everyone in the class, well except for one person who he never got around to talking too, so he never felt comfortable putting his classmates on the spot when they weren't doing their fair share of work. Instead, like the man he is, Kirishima would shoulder it- doing all the work himself. And in no way would it be half assed, he would make sure it was all A+ work so he could get a good grade despite the fact that he would have to share that good grade with people who didn't deserve it. And that was no easy feat for Kirishima, the red head was actually fucking horrible at school, it would take him multiple all nighters and lots of coffee to get the work done, not to mention all the endless hours of research at the library and pulling his hair out in frustration trying to understand the material. If it got really bad he would ask his good friend Izuku for help.

Kirishima internally sighed. Group projects are the worst. 

Most of the class started clearing out already and he walks over to the bulletin board looking at it. Whispering to him self, "Please let me have a good partner. Please let me have a good partner. Please let me have a good partner."

Kirishima scrolls down the list and when he saw his name; Eijirou Kirishima, he glances over and sees Katsuki Bakugo right next to it. He cringes to himself, of course he got the most hot headed boy in his whole school as his partner. He probably wouldn't be much help anyway due to his extremely explosive personality, so Kirishima knew this project was all on him if he wanted a good grade without any arguments happening during the process.

The red head sighed, Ughhh of course this would happen to me.

Kirishima turned around and looked at the classroom to see Bakugo sitting in the last row of the right hand side of the classroom with his feet propped up onto the chair in front of him, lazily scrolling down his phone like there wasn't a damn thing he could be bothered to be doing right now. The red head rolled his eyes and walked over to him, it was time for him work his magic, to be the friendly, out going, and understanding person he was. Eijiro smiled to himself, he loved a challenge and Bakugo was defiantly going to be one.

"Hey man! We're partners! So we should get going, do you want to come to my apartment? I have lots of snacks and stuff in my pantry! We could watch a movie afterwards if we get enough work done before you're ready to go home!" Putting on his trademark smile naturally. Eijiro had never spoken to the guy before since they only have this one course together, plus the blonde sits on the complete opposite side of the classroom from him. There never was a reason to try and befriend him before, but now there was. And being the manly man he was Kirishima felt compelled to make friends with him like he did with everyone. There wasn't a person on earth he would be afraid to make friends with if given the chance, even if they were the president, it didn't matter.

The blonde casually looked up from his phone and made eye contact with him, red eyes meeting each other for the first time. Bakugo stared into what would be his soul, if he had one, for what seemed like forever until he broke away and slowly ran his eyes over Kirishima's strapping body. When he realized Kirishima was awkwardly standing there confused as too why he was being observed Bakugo spat, "No, either we're going to my house or we're not doing this fucking project together. I don't give a shit about this class anyway, I'm being forced to take it. Also, why the hell would I want to go to your apartment fucking Shitty Hair."

He quickly turned his face away from the red head as if he couldn't dare make eye contact with him.

What's up with this guy?...

Stunned Kirishima just looked down at Bakugo and clenched his teeth, took a deep breath and decided he wouldn't let this guys nasty attitude bother him for a second more from now on. He might have insecurity problems and this guy calling him a fuck face and shitty hair is irritating but he can shrug it off if he hears it enough. It would be like a unique nickname just for him and then he'd be unfazed.

"Fine bro, if that's where you want to go let's just go! I actually need to pass this class my average is fucking shit. When else are you free this week so that we can make a schedule to meet up to finish the project since we obviously can't finish it all tonight."

"Well you fuck face, I take these night classes because I work during the day. Every single day of the week except Sunday, which I use to do all my dumb hw and bitch ass cleaning, so no I won't be able to fucking hang out with you to do this bitch ass project. We're going to have to just do it through text or something like that because I'm not wasting my fucking precious sleeping time doing this God forsaken project during the week."

Kirishima flinched at the words God forsaken, it was something that irked him. Words that held so much meaning to him, he never wanted to be like this. To be this, this creature, this monster, it was all his fault. It was disgusting, the red head couldn't help it, he craved blood. No matter how hard he tried he craved it and it was sickening. What was worst was he would live forever, he would never get his eternal rest like everyone else, he would watch the people he got close too wither away until there was nothing left but bones or ashes, it depressed him to no end.

Bakugo snapped his fingers in Eijiro's face, "Hair for Fucking Brains did you hear me? I want us to go to my house tonight and we do the rest of the project via text, are you coming or you're too fucking scared or some shit? You look dejected as fuck you moron I'm not that damn scary."

"...Yeah hahaha... sorry I spaced out for a moment there. So umm why don't I just come over to your house on Sunday we finish the rest of the project in one shot and I help you clean your room. That way you won't have to waste any of your precious time." Kirishima smiled big causing his eyes to close, in that moment Bakugo took the opportunity to run his eyes along the other mans facial features for a second time. Damn. Fuck. Bitch. Fucking bitch. this boy is so fine...

Bakugo paused for a moment and almost bit his bottom lip but stopped himself half way through the motion. Rolling his eyes," I guess you could sleep over my house Saturday night and then we'll wake up really early and just work on it all day Sunday. Afterwards we can clean up my room... since you offered... How does that sound Shitty Hair?"

Kirishima immediately froze up, a sleep over with a human that he wasn't close with probably wasn't the best idea, but he wasn't sure what else he could do in this situation. If he turned Bakugo's offer down he would probably have to do this project all on his own. Bakugo was rumored to be the smartest kid in the school with an almost perfect average, even thought Kirishima assumed this was truly a rumor because what teacher would give his shitty attitude straight A's but it might be true. If it is, that would guarantee an A+ easy for him, for the first time ever.  That would truly be a relief.

"Oh well if you really think that's... best I guess... I could sleep over..." Kirishima said extremely timidly.  How unmanly... Scratching the back of his head and unconsciously making a stupidly nervous face that Bakugo thought was really really fucking cute for some dumb ass reason. I want to slam this Shitty Haired Idiot onto the desk behind him and rip his pants off, suck his- stop, give it some time Bakugo. He might not even be gay!!! You always get what you want in the end anyway so calm down.

"Alright fuck face I have spicy curry waiting for me at my house so let's get going." Bakugo grabbed his book bag and started walking out the door Kirishima following slowly behind him.

Is this really a good idea to go to Bakugo's house where his scent would be all over the room? From what Kirishima could tell this boy already had really sweet blood followed up by a delicious musky firewood scent that he couldn't seem to get enough of.

Kirishima bit his lip, "I'm so fucked," he muttered under his breath. This guy is cute, wayyyyy cuter then I thought he would be up close. And his blood is sweet... this is going to be a disaster for me if I can't control both my urges. (A/N: sexual and feeding urges 👀)

"What the fuck did you say Hair for Brains I can't hear you when you mutter."

"Oh um uh I-  it's nothin, sorry about that."

"Tch. Whatever just hurry the fuck up."

They rode the train in silence. It was pretty awkward between the two, neither of them wanting to start the conversation. They lazily scroll down their phones but there was really nothing of interest on their newsfeeds. Bakugo would steal glances at Kirishima without him knowing. Fuck this boy is handsome, my mom is probably gonna make some stupid comment about me bringing a boyfriend home after all these years. Ugh this project is a pain in my ass. Making me partners with this handsome fucking idiot, dismissing class early, making us work on it outside of class time. Ugh.

They exited the train and Bakugo continued to walk ahead not caring if the red head was following behind. A part of him was hoping that the dude wouldn't be following, that he turned around and went home because he chickened out. Bakugo really wasn't sure, he didn't notice anyone behind him at all but was too nervous too look behind and make eye contact with the cute guy in fear that a blush would come over his skin. When Bakugo got to his front door and stopped to pull out his key he was shocked to see Kirishima really had followed him when the boy was suddenly was looming next to him. What the fuck his footsteps are fucking light I didn't hear him behind me at all. Fucking weirdo.

"Oi. Go straight to my room, take the staircase to the second floor and it's the last door on the right. I'll heat up the curry and bring you a plate."

"Oh um I-" Kirishima tried to politely deny the food. He didn't need to eat human food, he could if he wanted too, but it was annoying since he didn't actually need too. He normally just pours some bagged blood into a cup and downs it, since he hasn't ate real food in so long he was afraid he would make a mess. Like dropping crumbs on himself and ruining his clothes with stains like a child, he didn't want that happening in front of the cute Blonde.

"Look shitty hair just shut the fuck up and do what I'm telling you too. My mom is a pain in my ass and I don't want her talking to you."

Knowing the blonde wasn't going to listen to him Kirishima silently nodded his head and Bakugo unlocked the door, they stepped in and the red head was instantly hit with a wave of Bakugo's robust scent. It covered every inch of the house and Kirishima could feel his fangs coming out. He clenched his teeth down hard, threw off his shoes and bolted for the staircase, practically running at a none human speed. He made it to the last door on the right and locked the door behind him. Taking a deep breath in to calm himself only back fired, Bakugo's room smelled heavenly, it was like a paradise, the perfect scent- the perfect feast for him. Kirishima put his face into his shirt to try and filter the air he was breathing but nothing worked. His fangs slid out and he wanted to drink blood, now. He opened his book bag scrounging for his emergency canteen, popping it open it chugged the whole thing in less then five seconds. Quickly capping it so the smell of blood didn't fill the room Eijiro wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth trying to taste every last bit of blood.

"Calm the fuck down Kirishima, you can do this. Calm down." He whispered to himself. He slowly felt the blood work it's magic and the sweet smell of the room didn't effect him as much anymore, he sighed in relief and took out his notebooks. Just as he finished Bakugo came in with two bowls of curry, "Yo Shitty Hair are you a fucking sprint runner or something? I mean I should've guessed you are since your fucking body is muscular and well defined and shit but I didn't think someone like you would be that damn fast. My mom didn't even know what the fuck you were, she just caught a glimpse and thought you were an animal."

Huh, Bakugo thinks I have a nicely built body; maybe I do have a chance...

He started to laugh and handed a bowl to Kirishima. "She didn't believe me when I said you were a classmate so she's coming up in a few minutes to "talk" to you. The old hag probably just wants to embarrass me for finally having a boy over after years or whatever. Just fucking ignore her okay, Shitty Hair."

Kirishima put the bowl of curry down in front of him, "First, my name is Eijiro Kirishima, not Shitty Hair. Your hair is not even that different from mine!!! Second, what do you mean finally having a boy over?"

Bakugo froze and slowly put the spoon back into the bowl, "Ah well um... I'm fucking gay, as soon as she found out I stopped bringing my friends over the house because she just assumed I was dating anyone that came through the front door... I mean the old hag isn't entirely wrong, I was fucking the majority of them, but my sex life is none of her damn business so now I tell people I can't host that way they know they have to take me to their place or they're not getting any dick." He then quickly looked down and started shoving spoonfuls of curry into his mouth. Kirishima noticed a slight tint on his cheeks.

Ooooo haha. Bakugo is embarrassed about being gay since he doesn't know I am too, maybe I should tease him a little for always fucking calling me Shitty Hair.

Kirishima hummed, "Hmmmmm, I see." He looked Bakugo dead in the eye and with a flirty tone in his voice he said, "Sooooo, are you planning on fucking me tonight or on Saturday when I sleep over?"

"OI. W-WHAT THE F-FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HAIR FOR BRAINS! WHY WOU-"

"Huh? You don't wanna? I mean it can't be that crazy of a question, you just said yourself that I have a nice body and normally whenever you bring a guy over it's for sex. Now you're trying to deny wanting me? I think you're sending me mixed signals hot head, do you wanna ravage me or not?," Kirishima teased as he leaned over and tapped Bakugo's nose with his pointer finger with a wink.

Grabbing Kirishima by the collar Bakugo yanked him so their faces were inches apart, "TCH. EY SHITTY HAIR DONT THINK YOU CAN JUST-"

The door swung open and both men snapped their heads towards the door, "Bakugo! You couldn't wait for the poor boy to finish his fucking curry before making a move on him?! Jesus Christ," she paused and looked Kirishima up and down smiling, "My God, he's definitely one of the finer men you've brought home but have some damn manners! I raised you to be a better gentleman than that!"

She looked back a Kirishima who was blushing ear to ear now, "Hunny I apologize for this, I had no idea my son was bringing home a guest, such a cutie at that, please excuse our hospitality tonight. Please come over again and we will have a proper dinner, okay!" She smiled bright and Eijiro couldn't stop staring at her, she was the spiting image of Bakugo, but female.

He nodded, "Yes that would be lovely Mrs.Bakugo thank you so much for everything, the curry smells amazing!!!," He gave his trademark smile to her.

"Perfect!!!! I can't wait! I don't understand why someone as lovely as you would like my little stubborn Katsuki but I'm so happy! Don't let his bad attitude and rudeness get to you, he's really a sweetie!" She winked and wiggled her eyebrows at Kirishima.

Bakugo's face was now beet red, he turned back to Kirishima noticing he still had his hand on his collar and their faces were inches apart, he shoved the red head back and stood up. "YOU OLD HAG GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM. I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT YOU INTERFERING. WE HAVE A PROJECT TO DO!" He started to shove his mom out the door and slammed it shut in her face.

"ALSO I'M NOT A FUCKING SWEETIE AND STOP COMPLIMENTING HIM, HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND. JESUS!" Bakugo screamed at his mom who was on the other side of the door, fists raging in the air like she could actually see him. This made Eijiro chuckle, this boy was definitely his type, maybe a little too perfect which freaked him out.

"WELL IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE MUCH PROGRESS IS BEING MADE ON YOUR HOMEWORK ANYWAY SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST FUCK THE CUTIE TONIGHT AND DO THE PROJECT ANOTHER DAY SINCE THAT SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY THING YOU'VE MADE PROGRESS ON! AND YOU BETTER BRING HIM OVER FOR A PROPER DINNER NEXT TIME OR IM BEATING YOUR ASS. Hmfp making the poor boy eat curry on your fucking bedroom floor!" She banged on the door a couple of times out of anger and then the two men could hear her footsteps retreating. Eijiro turned to look at Bakugo and his face had no color, it was like he saw a damn ghost. He stood there for a few minutes like a statue and then suddenly snapped. Stomping towards the red head he leaned down, grabbed his waist and picked him up.

"W-what the fuck are you doing Bakugo!"

"Just shut the fuck up Kirishima, don't speak unless I do something you don't like."

"Huh?! Wh-"

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