Today was MY DAY. Oh, man, I'm nervous. I hadn't really told anybody, but I have the biggest crush on Bakugo. I really don't know if I'll be able to take it if he doesn't like me back. Today is like, a bet and a trial all in one. It might be setting me up for rejection and heartbreak, but under no circumstances will I lose a bet to Denki.

That's just not manly, bro.

I'm kinda worried, not only for the rejection, but because Bakugo had straight up punched the shit out of poor Todoroki after class yesterday. Man, Midoriya had not liked that. He had made such a fuss at Bakugo that I thought I was going to have to break up a fight. Finally, Midoriya was able to get Todoroki to agree to let him help clean the dried blood off his nose, though he would have been happier had Todoroki allowed Midoriya to take him to Recovery Girl. Not to mention, today is Saturday, so I had all day with Bakugo just to myself. All day in the dorms.

Oh, man. This was going to be the hardest day of my life. And that's saying something, considering my quirk.

I finished spiking my hair, and made my way down to the common area. It was mid- morning, so I knew Bakugo wasn't still in his room. He was probably cooking breakfast, or studying in the common area before it got too noisy and busy later, as more of our classmates came around.

Sure enough, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, Bakugo was cooking breakfast. It smelled amazing, but I didn't know how to cook, so I usually settled for a protein shake.

"Mornin', Bakubro!" I greeted him, as I made my way to get the protein powder out of the cabinet.

"Morning, Shitty Hair. Want breakfast?" I stopped, glancing at him, then continued making my protein shake. He wasn't offering me some of his breakfast… right?

"Yeah, man! I usually make a protein shake. This protein powder is the bomb!" I turned to show him the container as I said it, only to be greeted with him offering a plate of food out to me.

"Ah, what?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"Eat it. You can't live on fucking protein shakes, dumbass. Tch."

"Hey, thanks man!" I took the plate being offered to me, and sat down with him at the table. I watched as he aggressively attacked his omelette and bacon.

"Are you gonna fucking eat, or let your eggs get cold?" He scolded in my direction. I quickly took a bite of the omelette.

"Oman! Bakufro! This's goof!" I attempted to say, around the food in my mouth. Bakugo scowled at me.

"Did your mother not teach you table manners?" His brows were furrowed, and he looked kinda disgusted at me. I just shrugged.

"Nah, I can behave myself when it's needed.” I waggled my eyebrows at him suggestively. I mainly meant it as a joke, but his face flushed slightly. The sight of that made my face burn, so I looked down at my omelette, trying to avoid his eye contact.

It was quiet between us until we finished breakfast. I took his plate and washed up, considering he had actually made the breakfast. While I was facing the sink, I tried to start the conversation back up.

“Hey, Bakubro? You understand the essay we’re supposed to be writing in Present Mic’s class? I understand the prompt, I just… I’m not good at putting my words onto the paper…” I trailed off, mentally slapping myself. I had all day to spend with him, and I was asking him to tutor me? Well, it would ensure I spent all day with him, that’s for sure. Because I really did not understand the essay. Like, at all. I heard him sigh, and then the scraping of the chair against the floor as he made to get up. I turned to look at him over my shoulder.

“Yeah. Bring your shit to my room once you’re done. I was going to work on mine today anyway.” With that, he turned to leave. I felt my heart start racing. Oh man, it was only… I looked at the clock, and my stomach flipped. It was only 10:30am. I was really going to be in Bakugo’s room all day working on homework with him.

All. Day.

I rushed, finishing drying the dishes and putting them away before I nearly sprinted back to my room to gather up my homework, which admittedly was not hard. I hadn’t even taken it out of my bag since class, so I just grabbed the bag and headed next door to Bakugo’s room. When I got there, I lifted my fist to knock, but had to pause to gather my nerves. This was it. No matter what happened today, I had to go through with this.

Either that, or I owed Kaminari some big time bucks.

I knocked. No answer.

I was about to knock again when I heard Bakugo grumble from inside, “‘S unlocked. Come in.” I turned the knob, allowing myself in…

And almost noped the fuck out of there.

Bakugo had decided to shower while I had finished the dishes, it would seem. He was standing over his bathroom mirror, black sweatpants hung low on his hips. He was drying his hair with a white hand towel, and his chest was bare with the exception of a few trickles of water that were gliding between the crevices of his muscles. The steam from the shower was thick in the bathroom, and was seeping out into the rest of the room, making the air humid. I could see his face reflected back through a foggy mirror that had been swiped by his hand to create a small clearing. I had to force myself to choke down a gulp that rose to my throat.

“Are you going to stand there and gawk, or are you gonna get your fucking homework out?” He snapped at me. I quickly made my way over to his desk, careful not to look at him again, and put extra attention into pulling out and organizing all my papers and notes, making a neat stack on the desk.

I was hyper aware of where he was when he stepped into the bedroom. He made his way over to the dresser, pulling out a black tank top and pulling it on. It was a very form-fitting tank top that did nothing good for my imagination. He walked over and threw himself onto his bed, pulling his homework out of his own bag to begin working on it.

It was going to be a long day.

“I thought you needed help, not wanted company.” He scolded in my direction.
“What?” I asked. I had been so intently staring at my page, that I had almost forgotten why I was here.

“I can’t fucking help you from all the way over there, can I?” He sassed, his lip upturning in my direction.

“Oh, uh, right…” I shifted awkwardly. Was he inviting me onto the bed with him? I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but…

“Get the fuck over here, then.” Oh. I grabbed my papers, trying to ignore how my hands were shaking, and made my way over to the bed. I gingerly sat on the edge, and he just rolled his eyes, leaning forward to snatch my paper away so he could better see what I was needing help with.

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Several hours later, my brain was fried. I had gotten in absolutely no flirting time. This dude took his studies seriously. He really thought this essay was going to lead him to becoming the number one hero. I was going crazy.

We had relaxed a bit. I was leaning against the head of his bed, knees slightly pulled up so I could balance my book on my thighs. He was sprawled at my feet, leaning on one elbow. His sweatpants still hung low on his hips, and the way he was laying allowed his tank top to slightly ride up from his waistband. This showed off the most delicious strip of skin right below his navel, near his hips. Every once in a while, I would let myself look at it, but I didn’t want to get caught staring.

I was getting nothing done. I huffed, letting my head hit back against the wall in exasperation.

“Don’t put a fucking hole in my wall.” Bakugo grumbled, but it had no heat behind his words, and he didn’t even look up from his paper. I decided to distract myself from my homework. I had to make a move on him, or I never would.

I shifted until I was laying on my stomach, almost horizontal with the way he was laying. I leaned my weight on my elbows, and shifted my papers towards him.

“Dude. Bakubro. I’m just not understanding this.” I huffed at him. I looked up, only to see that he was closer than I had thought. And then I realized what I had done. We were both laying in his bed.
Laying in his bed.

I was laying in bed with Bakugo. Granted, we were doing homework, but still.

I froze, looking at him. He had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. I met his gaze, and waited. I didn’t quite know what I was waiting for, or what to say. After what seemed like forever (but was probably only about a minute), I made to turn away. I was about to apologize for making things awkward when I heard him huff.

“Sto-Don’t. Don’t fucking. Shit. Shitty Hai- K..Kirishima.” My eyes widened as I looked back at him. Why did he sound flustered? Almost like he was defeated. I slowly turned my head to face him…

And was greeted with his lips on mine.

What happened next, I was not proud of, and I will vehemently deny it if ever questioned.

My eyes widened, and I gasped out the most unmanly squeal. And then I fell off the bed in my fluster.

I layed on his floor, almost afraid to open my eyes. I can’t believe that just fucking happened. Oh man that was so unmanly. He probably won’t like me know, even if he did before. I slowly opened my eyes, immediately making eye contact with a pair of concerned, crimson colored eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, but his mouth was twitched up, almost in amusement.

“What a dumbass,” he snorted. And then he laughed. I was so stunned at the noise that I didn’t realize what it was at first. I had never heard him laugh. And now he was laughing at me. I grinned, and sat up, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment.

“Oh man, how unmanly was that? Heh..” If we was going to laugh, I was going to go along with it no matter how embarrassing it had been. His face grew into something, almost soft.

“Come here, shitty hair. I wasn’t done.” I swear my heart fluttered up into my throat, coming dangerously close to leaping straight into the air. I looked at him with wide eyes, and he leaned over the side of the bed. He placed his hand on my face, cupping my jaw, and lead my head towards him until our lips met again. This time, I was more prepared. I was ready to kiss him back. It wasn’t a hot or needy kiss, which I had imagined on more than one occasion. It was soft, gently, and surprising coming from such a rough boy like Bakugo.

He finally pulled away from the kiss, looking amused.

“You bitches really thought you could bet on who I liked?” He asked, bemused.
“I-What? Who told you?! How long have you known?! Because, dude, if you’ve been playing us this whole time…” He cut me off.

“No. Honestly, I thought you had all lost your goddamn minds. I almost thought that somebody’s weird quirk had affected everybody but me. But then the fuckin’ half and half bastard spilled yesterday. He told me you were the only one left today, so I told him to not let anybody know that he told me. He actually let me punch him to make it believable.” He snorted.

“Wha-Dude, you punched him that hard for show?!”

He only shrugged, “It had to be believable, though I don’t think he was complaining when he was getting all that attention from the shitty nerd last night.”

“So, wait. I’m the one you like? You’ve been fucking with me all day on purpose?!” I watched him smirk.

“The shower was a nice touch, no?” I felt my face flush. Oh. Even that had been planned.

“Aw, Eijiro, you’re blushing.” His tone was mocking, but him using my given name made me blush even more.

“Can you just… Can you let everybody know that I made the move by flirting with you? I owe Kaminari an extraordinary amount of money if I lose this...And we all owe Mina…” I looked at Bakugo, whose face had twisted in slight confusion, so I continued, “You see, there were three betting pools. Half the class thought you were straight, half the class thought you were gay, and then Mina thought that the only person you could possibly like was me...So anything we put in the betting pool against the other would go to her if she won. So, essentially the whole class owes her.”

“Fine. But I’ll only play along because if I didn’t, I would have to explain how my boyfriend fell off the fucking bed when I tried to kiss him, and that’s just embarrassing.” My heart did a flip.

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah? You went to all this trouble to find out who I liked. I’m not letting that go. You’re fucking mine, shitty hair.” He smirked again.

I grinned, “I can deal with that.”

The rest of the homework wasn’t actually that hard after that, though we got distracted multiple times. But I wasn’t one to complain.

(A/N): Ahhhh! It finally happened. But, there will be a bonus Tododeku chapter, so stay tuned!