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Bakugo wakes with a splitting headache and images racing through his head. He inwardly groans and grabs his hair, tugging slightly to release some of the pressure. He slowly sat himself upright and looked around.
Ah, he’s in the infirmary.
“Finally awake?”
He turned and jolted slightly, not realising how close Recovery Girl was.
“What happened?” He asked, still blinking rapidly.
“You bumped into one of the general students in the hallway,” She replied, “You startled the poor lad into using his quirk. So here you are.”
Bakugo nodded and rose to his feet, feeling the drowsiness wash away as he did so. “So what? His quirk is to knock people out?”
Recovery girl smiled and shook her head ‘no’. She walked over to the door, pulling it open and beckoning someone inside. “Easier if he explains it for himself.”
A short boy with bright purple hair stepped into the room and immediately started apologising, his face was beet-red. Bakugo scowled and watched the boy as he blatantly embarrassed himself infront of him.
“So?!” Bakugo demanded.
The boy looked up in confusion, then looked to Recovery Girl with pleading eyes.
“Jesus Christ. What’s your quirk, dipshit?” The explosive student asked, a little more hostile than the other teen would have liked.
“A-Ah! Right! Yeah— uhm,” He stuttered, “When I, uhm, use my quirk on someone, it is impossible for anyone to lie to their face. The only exception to this is me, of course..”
Bakugo’s scowl deepened and he shoved his hands in his pockets, as if waiting for the boy to continue.
“It shouldn't last more than three days!” He assured, “Its just— It basically removes everyones verbal filter when they’re in your presence.”
Katsuki nodded and then jerked his head in the direction of Recovery Girl, “Is that it? Can I fuckin’ leave now?”
“Yes, yes honey. Come back if any problems arise.”
The blond pushed his way past the purple haired teen, making sure he roughly bumped his shoulder as he did so. The smaller teen watched Bakugo go with a frown on his face... He could only imagine the shit that people would have to say about that guy.
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Class had already begun when Katsuki arrived. He glanced at a clock on the way over, it was 9:45. So he missed a bit, but not too much. He opened the door slowly, not really wanting to be acknowledged. Three days wasn’t much, he supposed. He just had to avoid conversation for three days. Cool.
Bakugo honestly didn’t want to find out what people truly thought about him. Thats none of his business. It’s not like he gives a shit, he just doesn’t want to know. That’s honestly it. One hundred percent.
Luck, however, is not on his side. The moment he opened the door, all of the class turned to look at him.
“Bakugo,” Aizawa nodded, “Recovery Girl informed me about what happened. Maybe watch where you’re going when you walk in the hallways from now on.”
Aizawa’s facial expression changed for a split second. If you weren’t watching, then you would have easily missed it. It flashed with confusion, as if he had misspoke. “I mean— go sit down.”
Bakugo snorted, but did as he was told without complaint. Is that all thats gonna happen? A quick slip of the tongue? He guessed he could deal with that.
Aizawa— then Mic’s english class went by pretty easily. Exams were approaching, so everyone was focused on their work as opposed to Bakugos tardiness. Well, except for that part of Present Mic’s class when he admitted that Bakugo was his least favourite student out of nowhere. That was slightly awkward for everyone. He started spluttering right after and covered his mouth comically.
”I don’t know why I said that!” He had exclaimed. Bakugo shrugged it off, he didn’t care too much for Mic either.
The lunch bell rung and Bakugo tried his hardest to get lost in the sea of people so nobody talked to him. His friends had other plans.
“Bakugo! Wait up, man!” Kirishima yelled. He had Kaminari, Mina, Jirou and Sero in tow with him. Once they caught up, he slung his arm around the older teens neck and brung him down into a headlock. The other four stood by and watched in amazement as Bakugo brung his arms up and forcefully ripped Kirishima off.
“Woah!” Kirishima laughed, stumbling back, “It always surprises me how strong you are, it’s manly as hell.”
Bakugo held back a grin, biting the inside of his cheek. “Oh yeah? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, shitty hair.”
Kirishima laughed and they begun walking towards the cafeteria, the others following closely. “I wish you would call me Kirishima more often, it makes me feel special.”
Silence.
“Uh— Uhm— I mean, what, why did I—“
Bakugo threw his head back, howling with laughter. He was expecting some insults, people commenting on his brash personality maybe. But this? This— this shit was just plain funny to him. Maybe this quirk isn’t so bad.
Not far behind him, Kaminari and Mina are holding their hands over their mouths and staring at Kirishima whilst Jirou and Sero stifle their giggles.
“Feeling bold today, Kirishima?” Kaminari asked as he appeared by the redheads side.
“What? No I—“
“Can we go sit?” Bakugo interrupted. He pretty much answered his own question when he beelined over to his favourite sitting booth. It was right next to a window overlooking the front of the school. Jirou was waved over to Yaoyorozu’s table, so she went to sit with them. Leaving just the five of them.
Kirishima sat opposite Bakugo, with Mina and Kaminari next to him. Bakugo sat on the same side as Sero.
“So... What was that all about this morning?” Mina asked, leaning over the table on her elbows.
“What was what?” Bakugo dismissed.
“Dude, you were like an hour late.” Sero said, “Thats so weird because despite your horrible ‘bad boy’ personality, you have a perfect attendance record. And, honestly, perfect everything.”
Kaminari nodded, “Yeah, dude! You’re a nerd! It doesn’t match your attitude what-so-ever!”
Bakugo gaped, “No the fuck I’m not!”
Kirishima sighed.
“You got something to say too, Shit hair?”
“I always have something to say about y—“ Kirishima cut himself off, slapping a hand over his mouth. Oddly enough, he continued to talk despite this, his sentence coming out muffled. He looked highly confused and perplexed by this. The redhead stood and shuffled awkwardly out of the booth, “I’m gonna get food!”
The four stared at him as he went.
“You know he has a massive crush on you, right?” Mina stated, still watching Kirishima go. It looked like she didn’t even register what she had said until she saw Sero and Kaminari’s mortified looks. “What— Oh my god! Wait, fuck, pretend you didn’t hear that!”
Bakugo’s entire face went red. Shes lying. Wait no. She can’t lie. Then she’s delusional.
“Mina what the fuck! That is one hundred percent true, but why would you— Woah! Why did I basically confirm it?!” Kaminari spluttered. Sero watched them in horror.
“Holy fuck! All of you stop talking!” Bakugo yelled. It caught the attention of a few surrounding students. They eventually ignored it, because well, its Bakugo.
“Whaaat is happening.” Sero panicked, “Why do I have the urge to tell you all my and everyone else's secrets right now.” He asked, directed at Bakugo.
“I was thinking the same thing!” Mina and Kaminari replied in sync.
“When I was eight I—“
“Stop! Stop!” Bakugo exclaimed, “I got hit by a quirk that makes it impossible to lie to me.”
“Is that why you were late for class?” Sero asked.
“That explains Aizawa-sensei’s hallway comment! He said it in such a rude way— I was honestly shocked.” Mina blurted, “I know this is weird but does anyone else think Aizawa is kind of—“
“Yes, absolutely.” Kaminari nodded, “And I feel so bad about thinking that.”
“Right?!”
“I have no idea what you guys are talking about.” Sero joined.
Bakugo could feel his brain about to burst out of his skull. He was so wrong to think this quirk would just be amusing. This is annoying as fuck. He stood up, startling the others as he slammed his hands down on the table.
“Fucks sake, it wears off in three days. I’ll avoid you all until then.” He shoved Sero out of the booth to make way for himself then stomped off out of the cafeteria. The whole cafeteria had watched the groups outburst— many eyes followed Bakugo out.
“Three days of fuckin’ peace.” He mumbled to himself as he strutted down the hall— heading for the exit. Maybe he could just sit outside for three days. That would be nice. Would it? Sounds lonely. You haven’t been lonely in a while.
Bakugo shook his thoughts away and picked up the pace. No time to be a drama queen, it was three fucking days.
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Lunch passed without any interruptions. (Admittedly, this was because there were only 15 minutes left on the break.)
Once the bell rang, Bakugo trudged over to his class. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he kept his head down. However— fuck you Aizawa— he was watching where he was going.
The fact that he was very aware of his surroundings made it obvious that the person who roughly bumped into him did it on purpose. Katsuki startled slightly, looking up to meet Monoma Neito’s eyes. He squared his shoulders and stepped into Monoma’s space.
“Watch where you’re going, asshole.” Bakugo spat. He wasn’t in the mood for this little blond bitch.
“I heard you got hit by a truth telling quirk, so I wanted to catch your attention quick.” Monoma smirked. Then his smirk instantly fell off his face. Bakugo could tell he had wanted to say something else. They had a small selection of students crowding them, watching out for a fight.
Bakugo took another step forward and shoved Monoma slightly. “Yeah. Quirk makes people tell me the truth. Not the other way around. You got anything to admit, Copycat?”
Monoma faltered and hesitated with his next words, “I was under the impression that you would be the one telling the truth here...”
“Uh-huh. What else?” Bakugo pressed. This curse was showing the up-side again. Monoma stuttered and glanced around at the accumulating crowd, blinking rapidly. His mouth opened and closed. He paused for a split second, looking deep in thought before—
“I wish you— and your horse shit personality— would stop acting like you’re better than everyone else,” Monoma challenged, grinning, “My class is superior in every way, and yet you walk around like you own the school.”
Bakugo squinted at him.
“Aha! All you have to do is convince yourself that you’re telling the truth! Loophole!” Monoma whooped, “Wait— no.”
Bakugo lifted his arm to the mustard blonds hair, firing off one big explosion. He pushed the 1-B students to the side and walked past him calmly. “Good for you, extra.”
The crowd of students naturally cleared when Bakugo yelled; “What are you all looking at?! Go to class!”
Once he reached his class, he realised that he was late again. Great. He opened the door and, once again, all heads turned to look at him. Aizawa looked exhausted.
“Second time today, Bakugo.” Eraserhead raised his brow, “I hope this doesn’t become a regular issue.”
“It won’t.” Bakugo gritted through his teeth.
“Stay after Midnight’s class, I’ll be back to talk to you about somethin-“ Aizawa cut himself off by calmly muffling his (surprisingly long sentence) with his hand. Once he finished talking he spoke once more, “I think the subject matter is obvious.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes and nodded. When he sat at his desk, Deku not so subtly turned around and gave Kacchan a worried look. The blond simply flipped his rival off. Midoriya sighed and turned around.
Bakugo tried to pay attention to the lesson. He really did. But right now he was painfully aware of Kirishima’s constantly stealing glances in his direction. Now all he could think about was what happened at lunch. He spent majority of the lesson trying not to think about it— and failing miserably.
”You know he has a massive crush on you?”
He felt his face warm and brung up his left hand to cool it down, while his right hand took notes from the chalkboard.
Now he felt Mina’s eyes on him. After a side-glance, he saw her looking from him, to Kirishima. She was mouthing the words ‘so sorry.’ in the redheads direction. Bakugo frowned.
The blond finally gave in and looked back in Kirishima’s direction, catching his gaze. Eijirou jumped, his head swinging forward in a comedic fashion. Tokoyami looked over curiously before turning his attention back to the front. Irritation flashed on Bakugos face, yet he continued to stare at the back of Eijirous head until the teenager turned around again.
Once their eyes met again, Bakugo raised his eyebrow as a form of communication. Kirishima mouthed ‘later’ and turned after Bakugo nodded.
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Bakugo stayed in his seat once the bell rung. Once the class had filled out, he walked up to Aizawa’s desk, where he had replaced Midnight. The pro-hero looked up expectantly and sighed,
“Recovery Girl told me what happened. Just wanted to let you know why I’ll most likely avoid calling on you for the next— uh, three days, was it?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Bakugo turned to walk out of the room, but Aizawa continued (much to his dismay.)
“I would hate to accidentally admit something infront of the whole class, like the time that I—“ The homeroom teacher made a frustrated noise and covered his mouth. He waved Bakugo off with his other hand. The blond smirked and walked out the door.
“That was quick.” Kirishima smiled from where he stood waiting outside of the doorway.
“Thought you would be avoiding me,” Bakugo acknowledged as Kirishima walked beside him, “Did the idiots not tell you what happened?”
Kirishima chuckled, “Nah, they told me. But they also told me what Mina told you. So I guess I don’t have much to hide from you anymore.” He shrugged.
Bakugo turned his head in surprise.
“I’m an open book now!”
“Wh—What Mina told me?”
Kirishima cocked his head to the left, “That I like you.”
“I—“
“Wow, that’s weird to just say aloud.” Kirishima cringed, “I really do have no verbal filter...”
“Shitty ha—“
“I feel like I could just keep talking forever right now, I bet this is what Kaminari feels like in his natural state.” Eijirou joked, “That man is a walking chatterbox, not that I mind, I hate the quiet. Always have. Not with you though, the silence with you is more sexual tension-y but I have no idea if you feel the same way about that, or if I’m just batshit.”
“Kirish—“
“God you probably hate me, I can never tell with you. I’d hate if you hated me, you know, cuz I really like you. Like so much. Its so weird, man. Sometimes my heart feels like it’s gonna explode when I’m with you.” Kirishima’s face went bright red, “Oh god, this is so embarrassing. I can literally register that this is embarrassing yet I keep talki—“
Bakugo wrapped his hand around Kirishimas tie and tugged him sidewards, crashing their lips together. Katsuki felt the younger teens breath hitch and Bakugo gripped his tie harder. It lasted a moment, nothing more than a hasty peck.
The blond released Eijirou’s tie and placed a hand on his pec, pushing him back gently.
“Uh— uhm?” His face was as bright as his hair, “Your lips are soft.”
“Pfft—“ Bakugo laughed, turning to walk forward again, “You’re so lame.”
“That wasn’t how I imagined that going down...” Kirishima murmured.
“Oh? It was pretty close to how I imagined it. Without the weird truth quirk.” Bakugo responded casually.
The dorms came into view, so Bakugo naturally picked up the pace.
“You’ve imagined it?!” Kirishima half-yelled, then cringed at the volume of his voice. “You like me?!”
Bakugo stared at him like he grew a second head, “Why else would I kiss you? Are you an idiot?”
“Oh.”
Bakugo’s face flushed a light pink, “Yeah, oh.”
“For how long?” Kirishima asked.
Bakugo could totally answer that question. Or he could avoid it and ask Kirishima. The redhead can’t lie right now right? Perfect opportunity.
“How long you liked me?” Bakugo asked, “Jesus, I sound like a prepubescent girl.”
“Since last year, man. I don’t know exactly when... But if I’d have to say, then probably around the sports festival.” Kirishima pondered, “I always thought you were cool and—you know—“
Bakugo watched with amusement as Eijirou struggled to keep his mouth shut, they reached the front of the dorms and Kirishima opened the door, letting the blond in first.
“No, I don’t know. You thought I was cool and what?”
Kirishima groaned, giving Katsuki an annoyed look. The living space was empty, except for where Shoji sat. He looked consumed in his homework, so the two payed then no regard.
“Cool and hot.” Kirishima deflated. “I’m embarrassed.”
They entered the elevator and Bakugo pushed the button for their floor with a triumphant smirk, “No, this is great. Go on.” He prompted.
Kirishima laughed under his breath, leaning back against the doors of the lift. “Do you remember the USJ incident? How we got stuck together?”
Bakugo hummed, signally for the redhead to continue.
“That was when I started viewing you differently... At first, I thought you were just this giant, stuck up asshole—“
“Huh? What the fuck—“
The doors for the elevator open, Kirishima ignored Bakugo and continued talking as they walked out. “But during USJ I saw a different side of you. ‘Stuck up asshole’ became ‘Manly asshole’ and, uh, yeah I don’t know. I was just kinda drawn to you, man. You’re super interesting.”
Bakugo flushed, “Shut up.”
“You asked!”
They stopped once they were standing in front of Bakugo’s door. outside of Bakugo’s door. They shared a look for a moment. Before Bakugo shrugged and opened the door.
“You wanna come in?”
Kirishima grinned, “Hell yeah.”
Bakugo headed straight for his bed and flopped down, leaving Eijirou to shut the door. The redhead slipped his shoes off and sat at the foot of the bed. Katsuki raised his brow and beckons his friend (friend?) closer. Kirishima smiled and shifted up, sitting against the wall.
“So I really want to know when you caught feelings for me.” The younger teen blurted.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, “Caught feelings? What are you— Twelve?”
“C’mon” Eijiroy drawled, “Stop avoiding the subject, this is totally unfair that I’m the only one blurting all my secrets.”
Bakugo rolled over on his stomach and rested his head on his hands, staring up at Kirishima through his eyelashes. “Alright fine. You probably already know when I realised, though.”
“Uh, no?”
Bakugo sighed.
“Bakugoooo,” Kirishima dragged out the last vowel of the blonds name childishly, “Tell meeee.”
“Oh my god, Kamino, dumbass.”
Kirishima made a small ‘ohhhhhh’ noise and sat up a little straighter. Yeah, that made sense.
Bakugo stared upwards from his position lying down, analysing Kirishimas face. After a few seconds, he groaned and decided to continue talking
“I could always tolerate you more than the others. But after you helped me at Kamino, it felt like something shifted— or changed. Whatever.” He stated, “Had to work my ass off to scrape up enough money to pay you back for those googles.”
“I wasn’t the only one who helped...”
Bakugo rolled his eyes, shifting on his back with his hands stretched behind his head. “Yet you were the only one I noticed.”
“Bakugo...” Kirishima blushed, “That’s so romantic, bro.”
“Ha! Fuck off.”
Kirishima grinned and leaned down, connecting his lips with Bakugos. Katsuki closed his eyes and moved upwards to chase the redheads lips right away. With the blonds head raised, Eijirou moved his had and cupped the back of Bakugo’s neck. Bakugo shuffled slightly, moving to sit up and move closer to Eijirou.
Kirishima pulled back, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Mmm— don’t ruin it.”
Katsuki roughly grabbed the side of Eijirous face and pulled him forwards. He moved the hand up to Kirishimas hair. Their lips moved together for a minute before Kirishima pulled back again,
“Fuck, I’m sorry but that quirk is really making me want to just talk and talk.” The redhead groaned, “When do the effects wear off? This would be much more enjoyable without the urge to tell you my life story and more.”
Bakugo’s eyebrows scrunched together and sighed, “Three days. Well, it was three days this morning so.”
“So it’ll be gone Thursday?” Kirishima asked hopefully.
“Should be.”
A beat of silence.
“I don’t care if you want to talk about... Whatever.” Bakugo said, looking into Kirishima’s eyes.
Kirishima smiled. That big, goofy grin that went straight to Bakugo’s heart. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Kirishima let himself slip down, lying down with his head on one of Bakugos pillows. Bakugo did the same.
They stayed up way past Bakugo’s bedtime, facing eachother and talking about whatever came to Kirishima’s mind.
Yeah, the quirk wasn’t all that bad.