UA, First Year

I hated him. From his stupid, fiery stupid red hair down to his fucking crocs. I fucking hated him.

He was too enthusiastic. He was too clingy. He had too much energy and I don't fucking understand how he can stay so cheerful after such a long tiring day of dealing with idiots.

How can one person stay so enthusiastic, so full of fucking energy? It's draining just to watch.

He keeps talking to me, slinging his arm around my neck like we're fucking friends. We aren't friends.

We will never be friends. Friends are useless, a waste of time and space, they get in your way every time.

Useless.

××××××

It's July. He's been pursuing my fucking friendship nonstop and I'll admit, his determination is something to be scared of.

He's okay I guess.

Strong? Definitely.

Fucking stupid? Yeah.

He doesn't get on my nerves, knows when not to bother me and the right things to say. He roped me in with so many of his stupid friends and his bullshit these past few months I'm starting to get worried if he can warp minds and I'm falling for his tricks.

He feels warm though. Like anything bad will be chased away if he's there. He did make several situations better I suppose.

He and his stupid friends were my team in the Sports Festival. It was fun, even if we didn't get... first.

Kaminari is an idiot, that's all I can conclude after the times he tried to befriend me. Mina too. Sero is the occasional crackhead of the group I think.

They're all good, I suppose.

××××××

As soon as I grabbed his hand, everything became warm. All I can feel is the warmth of his hand. I can't feel the wind blowing through my hair or soreness in my legs as I ran towards the van.

He hauled me into the van and into his arms before pulling the backdoors close. I unconsciously clung onto his shirt and squeezed his hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Kirishima buried his face into my neck and let out a breath of relief, his erratic breathing becoming much more calmer as he slid his arm around my waist.

He didn't say anything, he just held me while holding my hand.

"You idiot," I muttered.

He let out a quiet choked sob and I reluctantly rubbed his back, trying to soothe his feelings.

I let him cry into my shoulder silently as Deku drove through the wreckage. Four Eyes sat in the front seat, talking quietly with Deku about something. Ponytail and Icy Hot sat in another corner on the left, slightly farther from the doors.

"At least I have you back now," I heard Kirishima say quietly.

...At least I'm back in his arms instead of the League of Villains hideout.

××××××

I stood in front of Kirishima's dorm, contemplating whether I should knock or not. It's 2 AM right now... I think. I didn't check the time after I woke up for the 3rd time this night.

It's been 3 weeks since I got kidnapped and... saved.

3 weeks since Kirishima brought me back

and 3 weeks since the nightmares have started.

This isn't fun. I'm losing sleep, getting nightmares and dropping behind in school. My body is so used to the sleep schedule I have, the after effects of this sudden change feels horrible.

I feel like complete shit.

I was startled as I heard a loud sound and a groan from Kirishima's room and I lifted my hand and knocked.

"Kirishima...?," I said quietly, not wanting to wake others.

Not only that's rude as shit (nobody likes being rudely awakened, let's be honest here) it's because I don't want anyone else to see me like this.

I waited for him to open the door.

.

.

.

He didn't.

I sighed and left, heading back to my dorm instead.

I'm not disappointed... why would he open the door anyways...

.

yeah, I'm not disappointed.

××××××

October. It's been a month since I knocked on his door.

The nightmares I was hoping would fucking leave became worse

and I could no longer do anything without drinking some coffee in the morning.

Did he ignore me on purpose?

I don't think so... everything seems... fine. We hung out most of the time with the idiot trio.

I think Deku and Icy Hot got together...?

Why should that matter.

It's not like I want anything with anyone.

yeah, it doesn't matter.

××××××

I yawned as I got out of bed slowly. The nightmares haven't started yet. The thing that woke me up was someone knocking on my door.

I shuffled over to open my door and I blinked, trying to wake myself up. Is that Kirishima? No..., why would he knocked on my door at... 1 AM...?

"Bakugo...," he muttered.

I hummed, still trying to wake myself up from my sleep.

"I'm sorry."

Sorry? For what? Not opening a fucking door? For leaving me outside?

"I shouldn't have left you. I was... scared it was the League of Villains coming to get you, I didn't want to open the door and find you dead... outside... knowing I could've done something... my mind just conjured up the worst things and I..."

I took his hand and pulled him back to bed, kicking the door shut behind me as I did so.

"Shut up and go to sleep."

He stood by my bed as I slipped under the covers.

"But, Baku-"

I sighed and tugged him down.

"Your sorry ass apologized, explained and did shit. You did enough. Now get in and go the fuck to sleep."

He nodded slowly before smiling. He joined me and I wrapped my arms around him before falling asleep.

I didn't get any nightmares that night

or the night after

and many more nights to come.

××××××

I don't fucking understand why I'm visiting this sick idiot during Spring break when I could be at home working out or playing that new game I bought.

He lives all the way in Chiba prefecture which is a 2 hour train ride from Shizuoka prefecture if I can catch the train that doesn't have too many stops.

It's not that bad I guess.

Not that far, just 2 hours from the prefecture where I live. Big deal... big fucking deal...

I stared at the address Pinky sent me before looking at the name plate in front with the words "切島". *(read: qie dao in Chinese, Kirishima in Japanese-)

I sighed. The hope that this was the wrong house shattered immediately. I was hoping I could... take my time for some unknown reason. Maybe it's because I might meet his parents?

Kirishima never talked about his parents before, I don't know what they're like. Mina mentioned they're both women, so that's something. She didn't say any more, she just ended the message with a winking emoticon.

His parents didn't come to Parents Day so I never met them.

I stood in front of the front door, nibbling my bottom lip. What the fuck am I doing here, why the fuck is my heart beat going wild.

I should go home. He's sick, I shouldn't bother him. Once Spring break is over, it's a new school year and we can see each other then.

But I'm already here... so, I might as well. I lifted my hand and pressed the doorbell. A few seconds later, I hear someone yelling from inside the house and footsteps approaching the door.

The door opened and revealed a woman... perhaps around her 30-s? She had jet black hair that looks awfully like Kirishima's when he has his hair down. Her eyes were more grey than black and if you looked closely enough you can see flecks of gold in them (pretty unique, admittedly).

She stared at me before snapping her fingers and smiling. She has sharp teeth, like Kirishima's.

"Are you Bakugo?," she asked. Her voice is slightly deeper, but there's a feminine tone to it.

I nodded, trying to avoid eye contact and she laughed. It reminds me of twinkling crystals for some reason.

"Eijiro, get down here!," she yelled, turning her head slightly. I peeked in and I see a staircase leading upstairs.

"I'm sorry, Problem Child. He's a little sick. I'm Tsubaki Kirishima, by the way. Call me Tsubaki to avoid confusion," she held out her hand while saying.

I took it hesitantly and shook it before shoving my hand into my pocket.

"Wait, Problem Child? What the hell?," I spat out, frowning.

"Eijiro talks about you A LOT. You can swear just don't go overboard," she said while giggling. She stepped aside and motioned me to come in and I hear Kirishima walking down the stairs, whining about something.

He appeared while I stood in front of the door, right next to his mom like an absolute idiot while holding onto a bag.

"Bakugo? You should've told me you were visiting!," he said while enveloping me in a tight hug.

Yeah haha. Yes, tell you I'm visiting when you're sick, DEFINITELY.

"I brought some soup for you. You better get off me unless you want me to throw it at you".

He whined but he got off me eventually. He sneezed several times (he sounds like a kitten, what the fuck) before smiling sheepishly.

"Now that wasn't very nice, Bakugo," a smooth voice came from... the kitchen, probably. "Ei, honey, go wash your face with warm water. Lunch isn't ready yet."

Another woman walked out while holding a spatula in her hand. She rocked short wavy hair. It's brown to... somewhat orange (it was leaning more towards the brown shade, less orange) ombre hair with yellow and red highlights, giving her a fiery aura. She has red eyes too but they're brighter than Kirishima's. She was slightly more tan than Tsubaki (who wasn't very pale either, she is close to Kirishima, but lighter).

Kirishima groaned as he trudged to the bathroom and Tsubaki elbowed me while looking at her wife. "Beautiful, isn't she? People with red eyes are amazing, hm?".

I don't have time to answer as she started walking over to me.

"Moeru Kirishima, call me Moeru," she said, smiling unnervingly calmly as she patted my shoulder.

why, unnervingly calmly-. It's like she's really fucking nice but she can kick your face in if she wanted to, which isn't something I want, definitely not from Kirishima's mother or from anyone else.

not usually one for this, but help? Inko is a nice woman and she didn't terrify me. She's really sweet actually and she makes some yummy katsudon (would recommend 10/10).

Moeru is, somewhat like her but scarier and I found myself sitting at their dining table, poking at a piece of steak half an hour later.

I saw Kirishima drinking the soup I made him while the two women of the household conversed, laughing happily.

"Wanna play some board games later? Let's see how good you are in Scrabble. Eijiro sucks at it. Bet you can't beat Moeru though," Tsubaki asked me.

Is that a challenge I hear? I can't beat her wife, she fucking said?

"FUCKIN, COME AT ME," I yelled, stabbing my knife into the steak as I did so.

...WAIT, WAIT, FUCK, OH FUCK NO-

What does one do when they swear and stab in front of their... friend's parents.

Tsubaki chuckled while laughing heartily and Moeru smiled at me. She wasn't unnerving this time. It's more challenging, daring.

Fun. Very (Kirishima even said fuck it and decided to join us even if he was a little sick).

Kirishima's parents are cool, I guess.

××××××

UA, Second Year

Affection? Disgusting.

From Kirishima? ...I guess.

That is one way to sum up how I feel every single fucking time he hugs me, pesters me, annoys me to death and showers me in affection.

My heart goes fucking wild, rockets into space, turns into that one hero from DC that has super speed. The beat just becomes, zoom, it speeds up.

It's really loud too. When I was younger, whenever I watch a horror movie, I can hear my heart beating in my ears and feel how it's about to jump out.

That's how it feels.

Here's the thing, Kirishima isn't scary or terrifying (normally, when he isn't completely pissed off). Some of his personality traits are scary (read: his determination), but scary in a good way.

I think what's terrifying, is the fact that he makes me feel this way and I don't fucking know what it is or what it means.

××××××

Everytime he smiles, my death approaches even quicker.

... On second thought, I just die on the spot.

Sharp teeth full on display, his eyes crinkle a little and his little eyebrows just, finishes the look by giving him that 'determined but happy' feeling. His cheeks become rosy as hell and his hair will flop to the side in a messy but adorable way after a long day.

His hands will find anything to hold onto. My shoulders, my arm, occasionally my waist. He'll sling his arm over my shoulder without a care and pull me in for a, in his words, "a dumb selfie with my best bro".

During winter break, we both decided not to go home realising how cold it was going to become. We had the dorm all to ourselves, although Tape Face occasionally comes back because he lives closeby.

He'll straight up knock down my door and tackle me to my bed for a cuddle session if it got too cold for him and I can't argue.

To be precise, my brain refuses to open my mouth to argue. It's running off some logic of 'I slept in the same bed with this idiot, woke up tangled together, his head resting against my chest or me nuzzling into his neck, this is nothing compared to that'.

Which ends with us falling asleep halfway through Star Wars or playing video games, and maybe making a mess in the kitchen with us trying to make chocolates because Kirishima's parents loved the chocolates I made for them before.

It's so domestic and it's fucking stupid but everything is calm and happy. No drama and fake friends. All those negative things just cease to exist.

××××××

The first time Kirishima met my parents was a complete accident. He bumped into them in the hallway, thought my mother was my sister and proceeded to lead them to the class for Parents Day.

"He's a good influence on you, brat. You've got some good friends," she once said, patting my back while looking at Kirishima and the stupid self proclaimed Bakusquad as she waited for the old man to finish talking with Mr. Aizawa.

I grumbled and she proceeded to elbow me while smirking. "Normally you would explode... Is there something between you and him, Katsuki?," she asked.

Oh, I wanted to fucking explode. If I had powers, I definitely blow her face off. She'd be dead by then.

"Shut up, how the hell would you know?," I mumbled, playing with the keychain that Kirishima won for me from the arcade. It wasn't anything special. It's just a phone keychain of a famous superhero called Red Riot. He was from the manga My Hero Academia, which I haven't caught up on in awhile.

( This isn't a spoiler y'all can chill ).

"Katsuki, I definitely would notice if you acted the same as me when I was younger. Although, you did take on your dad's shy personality in this situation... hm," she ended up mumbling while looking at Kirishima thoughtfully.

She slapped my back while laughing heartily. "Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll understand sooner or later".

I don't know what the fuck that means but alright I guess.

××××××

UA, Third Year

All I know is: Kirishima is drowning, or he can't hold his breath any longer.

My eyebrows knitted in worry as I glanced over at him at first. He seems fine, well, as fine as a person losing his breath can be.

I didn't move for a few seconds. It just reminded me of the time I nearly drowned and nobody really helped me.

Nobody helped me.

That's something I refuse to be, a passerby who doesn't do shit and just yells "someone help him" or watch. Yes, I also blatantly fucking refuse to let Kirishima die, sue me.

He's an important little shit that I got used to in my life, not having him around would be a nightmare.

By the time I finished that thought, I was already holding onto Kirishima's face. I would pull him to the surface but that would alert Kaminari.

I leaned in closer slowly without a thought, even when our noses brushed. I watched him close his eyes as his lips brush against mine.

I didn't know something so small can be so electrifying.

The door closed.

I opened my eyes and pulled away immediately.

What was I thinking, doing something like that. ...I can delve into that later, what matters most is that Kirishima needs air.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the surface.

××××××

"You're beautiful."

Oh. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks and I tried to lean away. My body refused to move and I'm stuck here with Kirishima caressing my cheek and a stupid flower crown Kirishima made on my head.

He looked like he wanted to say more but he couldn't or he doesn't know how.

"Is that all...?," I muttered.

He looked conflicted. His hand didn't move as he stared at me with a slight frown on his face.

"Yea..." he muttered.

Oh.

Yea, okay I fucking guess so.

I must've failed to hide my slight disappointment for a moment as he moved his hand back to his side stiffly.

If he doesn't want to tell me, it's fine, I guess. He doesn't have to tell me everything, but he does. I must've gotten used to it and this just... blows.

××××××

Kirishima got into a car accident.

That's by far, one of the most terrifying day of my life.

I can't imagine losing him now. I just can't imagine any other life without his stupid ass giant dorky grin and his dumb self with his absolutely stupid hairstyle next to me.

Any life without him sounds disgusting, bland and horrible.

I hate that I became so fucking dependant on him that I can't even live without his dumb ass.

It's a drag down and it's completely unnecessary. You don't need to rely on someone to live. He isn't my lifeline where if he dies, I die. I should be able to live just fine without his smile, or his casual touches, or his dumb voice, or well, anything.

Yet, I don't ever want him to leave my side.

For some dumb ass reason, he just has to be right by my side in the future.

I refuse to accept anything else.

××××××

I'm happy to be able to do this once, even if I'm just his best friend and nothing more.

××××××

Seeing how that all happened, I can piece together everything slowly over the past two years, three, if you count this.

It took a while, I'm not good with this shit after all.

But.

I can safely say I'm in love with my best friend, aka Kirishima Eijiro.

××××××
¯\_(ツ)_/¯. ミ●﹏☉ミb .