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Class 1-A meets him as the first semester goes on, some by running into him in the halls, some by meeting for design requests, some save him from his own inventions going haywire, some meet him in recovery girls office. Either way, they all find and fall head over heels for the lil green support course menace.
It’s part-way through their second semester when Kirishima comes to class with an absolutely love-sick, puppy-dog look on his face, sighing and resting his chin in his palm as he sits at his desk.
Naturally, this catches one Kaminari Denki’s attention.
“Whoooa, what happened to you?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing,” he says with a happy sigh.
“I call bullshit~” Mina sing-songs from her perch on the desk behind him.
“Looks like you got hit with Cupid’s arrow,” Sero chimes from his seat.
“You could say that,” Kirishima says with a sheepish smile.
“SPILL!” Mina and Denki shout at the same time, lunging forward to place their hands on his desk, getting in his personal space to urge him on.
He sees a few of their classmates jolt at the sudden eruption and turn their heads towards them.
Most of the class remains in their respective conversations, reviewing notes, or playing on their phones like the angry Pomeranian he calls a friend in the corner (weird, considering he’s always saying social media is a waste of time but HE’S the one always on his phone during free time).
Kirishima looks up to the the two pairs of enthusiastic yellow irises and sighs, he knows they won’t give him a second of peace now that he’s *slightly* confirmed having a crush on someone.
“Hmm, ok well.. do you know Midoriya, from the Support Course?”
That seems to get everyone’s attention, even if it was said in a slightly hushed tone to his friends directly in front of him.
He suddenly feels like a piece of meat, floating in the middle of a school of piranhas. All eyes and attention suddenly hyper-focused on the spiky red head.
“Midoriya?”
“Green hair?”
“Green eyes?”
“Freckles?”
“Always covered in grease?”
“Always heading to or back from Recovery Girl’s office?”
“Carries a small fire extinguisher with him?”
“Blew up the Support Course dorm’s kitchen the first day they moved in?”
“Friends with Hatsume?”
“Beat Shiozaki in the sports festival?”
“Lost to Todoroki in the sports festival?”
“Said it was my power?”
“Short, cute, talks a mile a minute?”
“Yay high?” Shoji says while holding one of his hands up to his chest, at around the height green curls usually fall short.
“That Midoriya?”
He’s not even sure who said what—except for Shoji and Todoroki, of course—responses firing off from every corner of the classroom.
“Uh, y-yeah… that Midoriya,” he sputters out, not expecting anyone let alone EVERYONE in his class to know his crush.
All eyes are focused on him again, even a set of frowning red irises that feel like they’re burning holes into the side of his head.
Before he can utter another word, a shout is heard from the hallway along with what he assumes to be papers falling to the floor and a squeaked “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Soon a small green blur is seen crashing into the side of 1-A’s massive door frame, halting the figure’s momentum from hurtling them further down the hallway with a loud (and probably painful) collision.
Green curls, haphazardly held back by a red bandana smeared with grease, whip up as sparkling green eyes quickly dart across the faces of the shocked hero students, all looking at towards the doorway in surprise and a smidge of hope that *they* were the reason for his appearance.
Big emerald irises lock on to what they seemed to be searching for and suddenly the body their attached to is jolted into action once again, hurtling forward into the classroom of startled-silent students.
“KACCHAN!”
Red shoes squeak against the floor, trying to stay on the feet of the energizer bunny they’re clinging to, as the greenette almost falls to the floor again in his haste to reach the other side of the classroom.
Somehow rebalancing himself as he moves, gloved hands land on the desk of the one they were looking for as the rest of his body swings a little bit too far past his destination and he has to grip onto the edge to halt his momentum.
“I figured it out! I figured out how to manipulate the capture and storing mechanisms of your current gauntlets into the more stream-lined, lighter, and compact design that actually flexes with your wrists and propels your explosions while simultaneously absorbing the recoil!”
The boy shouts in a happy, excited voice so quickly it’s hard to keep up, which would normally make the students swoon but they are kept quiet, waiting for the inevitable because of *who’s* face he is shouting into.
Bakugou Katsuki.
Who is, surprisingly, not currently exploding..
In fact, he looks amused.
His eyes are focused on the doe-eyed boy in front of him, talking at light speed, grease covering his support course uniform pants, jacket tied around his waste, while a (what was probably at some point) white t-shirt is only half tucked in.
The students watch on with rapt attention as the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight quietly stands up and glides to the front of his desk. The greenette follows his lead, standing up and facing the blonde as he continues rambling on about the great gauntlet breakthrough.
They watch as the blonde reaches up and gently wipes grease off to reveal a smattering of freckles on cheeks that refuse to stop moving as he continues excitedly explaining the improvements to the support item.
Red eyes and hands quietly roam over the greenette, tucking curls back into the bandana, straightening up his shirt and pants, pushing pens and small trinkets that threaten to fall out of his pockets back in to safety, even the mini fire extinguisher he has clipped to his belt loop.
“—we tested it with Power Loader since we switched the material for the inside of the sweat-collecting capsules and it doesn’t explode! Completely and safely enclosed! Now I just need you to do the final test runs before we can officially add it to your costume design!” he finishes with a bright smile and small hop of excitement.
Bakugou replies with a small smile.
//BAKUGOU. REPLIES. WITH. A. SMALL. SMILE.//
The students of class 1-A each briefly wonder to themselves if they’ve fallen into an alternate reality.
“Good shit, nerd”—oh, thank goodness, they’re still in their universe—“we can run some tests if we have time during lunch after we eat.”
Green eyes sparkle looking up at the blonde.
He squeals with excitement, “ahh thank you, Kacchan!” before wrapping his gloved hands around the blonde’s nape and tugging down as he leans up on the balls of his feet to press their lips together.
“Ah! Sorry, I think I got some grease on your neck,” the greenette says without wiping the excited smile off his face.
“It’s fine, I’m used to it. Just head back to class before you’re late,” the blonde says before leaning down to give the other another small kiss.
“Mm, ok! I’ll see you at lunch!” the smaller smiles as he turns and heads towards the door.
“I’ll see you later. Be careful, baby,” the blonde replies.
The head of green curls turns back as he reaches the door to the classroom with another bright smile.
“I will!”
“Don’t set anything on fire!”
“No promises!” he shouts with a laugh as he begins his run down the hallway.
The classroom is suddenly dead quiet with the exit of the green energy ball that zoomed in and out without so much as glancing at any of them.
“What—” Kirishima finally croaks out.
“The—” Sero continues.
“Hell—” Mina finishes.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, MAN?!” Denki screeches towards the blonde still standing in front of his desk at the front of the room, now wiping the back of his neck with what seems to be an industrial strength wet wipe he apparently had in his pocket (convenient?).
Red eyes zero in on the lightning user, “my fucking boyfriend, you dipshit.”
“BOYFRIEND?!”
“YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?”
“You’re in to dudes?”
“Someone decided to date you?”
“Life isn’t fair”
“How is that possible?”
“You’re dating Midoriya?”
The class’s sudden outburst halts as quickly as it began with the utterance of Shinsou’s question.
“Wait, yeah, that was Midoriya,” Kirishima states the obvious as everyone refocuses their questioning.
“Yeah, and what about him?” Bakugou grumpily asks, frown returning as he plops back into his seat.
“DUDE! How the hell did you convince him to date you?” Sero asks.
“Oh shut the hell up, tape face. We’ve been dating for forever, now drop it,” the blonde rebuttals.
“Oh no no no no no, we need more than that explodo-boy,” Mina urges.
The explosive blonde whips around to face the rest of the class, “well tough shit. Now leave me and Deku alone.”
“Deku? What happened to baby?” Denki asks, reinforcing the idea that he has no self-preservation instincts.
Deku ended up having to come to the class 1-A classroom for lunch that day and helped his boyfriend repair the desks he destroyed before Aizawa erased his quirk when he came into class.
[end]