Kirishima

Bakugou was pretty grumpy for the entire bus ride back to school, and Kirishima would be lying if he said he didn't somewhat sympathize with that. Not only did they have to get up earlier than they had been to make sure they had everything and then catch the bus, but doing so meant the break really was over—and so was the best week Kirishima could ever remember having, if he was being honest.

Regardless, he was excited to get back and see their friends again. It was the home stretch—the last month and a half or so of high school, and while that meant preparing for stupid finals, it also meant talking about graduation and graduation parties as well as the formal dance and the weather continuing to warm up, which would definitely put Bakugou in a better mood. It meant Bakugou was really close to getting his bike and taking a class to learn how to ride, too, something Kirishima was excited about for him.

The week might've been over, but he was confident the rest of the school year was going to be great.

⚜️

Despite having woken up early and leaving for the bus stop before noon, Kirishima and Bakugou ended up showing up back to campus later than most others. By the time they'd got back to their room, unpacked, and settled in, all the others were already gathered in the girls' lounge in a small triangle of bean bag chairs when they wandered in, hand in hand. Mina and Sero sat adjacent to each other while Kaminari and Jirou occupied one of the bigger ones together.

"Hey, happy last two months!" Mina gushed as she jumped from her chair the second she saw them and rushed over to throw her arms up around their necks.

An unmistakable grunt escaped Bakugou's throat while Kirishima returned the hug tightly with his free arm and said, "You too, Mina. How was your break?"

"Freakin' great!" she said, beaming when she stepped back. "I got sooo much sun."

"I see that," Kirishima told her, looking her over. Typical for Mina, she was still wearing a loose crop top with what was clearly a bathing suit underneath and a pair of denim shorts with sandals. She even still sported a pair of cheetah print sunglasses on her head. All the visible skin was clearly darker than it'd been before the break, and a few freckles had even dotted in on her nose.

"I take it you guys had a good break?" she asked, hands on her hips and leaning forward with a wink.

"Shut up, Pinky," Bakugou grumbled.

"Aw c'mon, Bakubabe, you know you had a good week," Kirishima said, nudging his ribs with an elbow.

Mina's back went straight as a pin and three heads from behind her leaned around further than they'd already big, four sets of eyes wider than the freakin' moon.

And then there was a small explosion where everyone but Kirishima and Bakugou were talking at once.

"Bakubabe?" Kaminari asked.

"Did... he just say babe?" Jirou said.

"From bro to babe, huh?" Sero snickered.

"Oh my god!" Mina squealed. "You guys are to the pet name stage!"

"I told you to shut it!" Bakugou growled, his hand tightening around Kirishima's. "'S none of your loser's business!"

Typically, Mina ignored him and threw her arms around them again, squishing her fluffy pink head right between them and giggling. "I'm super happy for you guys!"

"Thanks, Mina," Kirishima told her, once again returning the hug. "C'mon, let's sit so we can all catch up, yeah?"

"Yeah, since some people were late," Sero said pointedly from where he sat, a mischievous grin on his face as he stared pointedly at the two. Mina dragged Kirishima (who of course dragged Bakugou) to join the rest of the group and sit in their own bean bag chairs, squished up against one another so they could keep their hands twined together. "What kept you?" Sero continued with an eyebrow waggle.

"Not wanting to come back to this shithole?" Bakugou suggested. "What the fuck else?"

"Baku's grumpy 'cause we had to get up kinda early," Kirishima said.

"Right, so he's just his normal self," Kaminari teased.

"And you're your normal self with your fuckin' dunce face, too," Bakugou shot back. "Guess nothin' has changed."

"C'mon, man, be nice," Kirishima told him. "Or... just be quiet, I guess," he said with a chuckle.

"...whatever," Bakugou grumbled, slumping down in his seat.

The next little while was spent catching up from the past week and sharing stories. Sero talked about how his break was typical of his family—running their small diner and making a buttload on the spring break rush. Mina's, of course, was spent at the beach more than at her house (or probably anywhere else), but it was mostly because of volunteering with a marine wildlife preservation company, which made them all nod their heads at her in pride (even Bakugou).

Kaminari and Jirou spend most of their time touring the town Kaminari grew up in, seeing as it was a city Jirou had never seen before. Despite it being such a simple thing, there was a kind of glow on both of their faces that hadn't been there before, and Kirishima couldn't be happier that they were finally able to spend a break together after over a year of being together.

When it came around to be Kirishima and Bakugou's turn, Kirishima kept it on the minimum with what he elected to tell them. He talked about working on his board and how he was excited about how well the painting was coming along (something that had to be a product of Bakugou's presence; somehow having him around gave him a boost of inspiration he never really had before); he told them about their 'dates' downtown and how much gaming they did that caused them to stay up until ridiculous hours, and he talked about swimming together. Of course, he kept the more... intimate stuff to himself and especially didn't tell them about their conversation on the balcony.

As per usual for them, they spent the afternoon playing Super Smash Bros. After over a week of focusing his attention on other games, Kirishima's fighting skills weren't nearly up to par, even with Zelda, and more often than not he was one of the first to die. Regardless, he cherished the time, knowing the days of wasting hours playing video games in the lounge with his friends were limited.

⚜️

Even though it was a shorter break, getting back into the daily groove of school and readjusting sleep schedules proved more difficult after spring break than winter break. The whole group had trouble with it, and Kirishima swore that in every one of his classes for the first few days there was a collective yawn that went around the classroom.

"Sometimes I think spring break is just a cruel little teaser to summer, and then they force us to come back and start talking about finals and everything when we're so ready to get out of here," Mina complained at lunch a couple of days after the break ended with her fist smashed into her cheek, elbow resting on the table as she nudged her food around her tray with her fork.

"I fucking second that," Bakugou grumbled with his forehead down on the table.

"At least there's only just a little more than a month left?" Kirishima tried to reason after a yawn of his own. "And then we're free forever... sort of."

"Emphasis on sort of," Kami sighed. "I hear college is worse."

"C'mon, man, I'm trying to be at least a little positive here," Kirishima told him. "Think about how the formal dance is coming up and stuff instead."

"And Senior Ditch Day," Mina interjected, having perked up a bit.

"Every day would be ditch day if it were up to me," Bakugou said, lifting his head.

"Dude, same," Sero said.

"Says the guy who hasn't missed a single class since middle school," Kaminari deadpanned.

"What? They give you free stuff at the end of the year if you have good attendance."

"Whoop-dee-fucking-do," Bakugou grumbled as he rose to his feet.. "...I'mma go get a Mountain Dew."

"Right behind ya," Kirishima said, jumping up to follow. As they crossed the mess hall toward the vending machine near the door he said, "Hey... wanna skip eighth period and go take a nap?"

As soon as the words were out, he was pretty sure Bakugou almost tripped over his own feet. He stumbled slightly, slowing his gait, and narrowed his eyes at the other. "You serious?"

"Dead serious, man. I'm dead tired since we haven't been getting to sleep till late these past few nights. Plus I'm pretty sure my eighth period teacher's just having us review for the test on Friday and I already know everything I need to for it."

"You're not just gonna tempt me with this shit and then change your mind later, are you?" Bakugou asked as he stuffed a dollar into the slot on the machine.

"Nope." As if to prove his point of just how damn tired he was, Kirishima yawned again. "Seriously, I just need a good, long nap... preferably with my boyfriend," he mumbled with a sleepy smile.

"Sounds good to me." Bakugou swiped his soda bottle from the machine. "I'm holding you to that shit, though."

"Deal," Kirishima agreed.

⚜️

Their plan to skip eighth period was still a go until the last fifteen minutes of seventh rolled around and a pass showed up for Bakugou to head to Mr. Aizawa's office, surely for one of those check-up meetings he was required to do. They'd been expecting it; the principal made him do one at least once a month and after every break they'd had so far.

"Fucking hell," Bakugou hissed under his breath as he lifted his backpack.

"Meet me in the room when you get out," Kirishima whispered to him.

"If I ever get out."

"You will, man. I'll see you then."

"Yeah, yeah..." Bakugou grumbled before heading out the door.

Bakugou

Bakugou's gut was tight as he headed down the hall toward Aizawa's office with the stupid little slip of paper that had summoned him still pinched between his fingers. He took every step relatively slowly, drawing out his time to think. This was only his second meeting since starting to date Kirishima, and the last one had been fairly early on before anyone really knew.

But the whole damn school was full of gossip, and even though he and Dumb Hair were old news at this point, there was no way that scraggly haired, bloodshot-eyed bastard didn't know. It made him fucking nervous, too, that he was close friends with his parents. He didn't know what the hell the asshole told them behind his back, and part of him didn't even want to. Yeah, he'd been on his 'best behavior' or whatever, but that was because he was too damn distracted with Kirishima (and kept in check by him, as annoying as it could get, though he silently appreciated it) to do anything 'bad.'

But if that dickhead Aizawa told his parents about him being with Kirishima, he had a whole new shitstorm coming for him. (And, of course, it was just his luck that the one damn time Kirishima had been the one to suggest ditching eighth for a nap, with him, the shitstick of a principal had to call him in.)

As usual, the lady behind the desk in the main office (whose name he never bothered to remember, nor did he care to read the nametag thing sitting on her desk in front of her) recognized him the second he walked in and did nothing more than nod at him when she looked up briefly from her computer. He slumped into a chair to wait, as usual, and started bouncing his leg anxiously.

So damn typically of Aizawa, he was forced to wait almost twenty minutes before he was called into the grungy little office of his. For some reason he always expected to smell weed as soon as he entered, but it never smelled like anything—which was even weirder.

Bakugou dumped his backpack onto the floor before slouching into one of the leather chairs, yawning in the process. Yeah, he was nervous as fuck, but that didn't negate how damn tired he was...

Aizawa's bullshit was the usual—talking about break, asking about his parents' trip, reminding him that this was the final stretch of his high school career (as if Dumb Hair hadn't been reminding him of that enough already) and that 'now wasn't the time to start being irresponsible, blah blah-fucking-blah. Bakugou knew that if he wasn't so worried about the shitrag bringing up his relationship with Kirishima he'd be thinking about how fake this guy sounded all the time, how he must be some type of hermit who only leaves his house to come to work and owns seven cats or something.

Throughout the meeting and their (mostly one-sided) conversation, Bakugou found himself relaxing more and more. The longer it went on, the more it seemed like Shittyzawa wasn't going to bring it up and that he'd be able split and meet him back in the room for a much-needed (and damn well-deserved, in his opinion) nap.

But, as things always tended to go, he let his guard down too soon and just when he was thinking this asshole was about to wrap shit up, he opened his mouth one more time.

"So I hear you're pretty close with your roommate," he said with his hands folded.

"Yeah..." Bakugou mumbled, hoping the suspiciousness he felt didn't show through his voice as much as he'd thought, or that Aizawa didn't catch him stiffen slightly.

"I'm glad to hear it," the old fucker said, brows lifted. "Though I'll admit when I assigned you to room with him, I didn't expect you two to get quite so close."

He knows. He fucking knows. Fuck.

"...what about it?" Bakugou mumbled.

"Nothing. If you're happy and that's what's keeping you out of trouble, I'm all for it."

"And how the hell d'you know if I'm happy?" Bakugou couldn't fucking look at him, as much as he wanted to bore his gaze straight into Aizawa's face. He couldn't. His stomach was so damn tight; so much could change in an instant and he sure as fuck wasn't ready for it.

"Just because I'm the principal doesn't mean I'm immune to gossip or what goes on around this campus. It's clear in the way you act, anyway."

"...hmph." Was it? Bakugou didn't know if he believed that... "So you gonna tell my parents?" His chest tightens as soon as the words are out; he'd made it real by saying that. Probably planted the idea in his head. Possibly implied that there's some shitty reason he should tell his parents...

Bakugou didn't know if Aizawa could read through his front to try and hide how much he was internally flipping the fuck out or if he was just, for once, lucky, because Aizawa said, "Unless you give me some reason to need to speak with them where that information is relevant, it's not my place to tell them."

At those words Bakugou swore he physically felt the tension drain out of his body and he knew his shoulders visibly relaxed.

"You should be the one to tell them, anyway."

"Tch. I know," he muttered, stuffing his arms across his chest. At the same time, Aizawa's eyebrows twitched upward just slightly and Bakugou swore he heard him fucking snicker. Before he could react out of instinct, though, Aizawa spoke up.

"You're free to go."

As usual, and without saying another word, Bakugou snatched his backpack up and fled the damn office without a backwards glance. His stomach was still tight as he made the trip back across campus to the boys' dorm, and as much as it fucking sucked, he didn't know if he was gonna be able to sleep now.

Kirishima was already in the room, as promised, sitting in the middle of his bed wearing his pajama pants and a headband in his hair. He looked up from his phone when he heard the door open and immediately a smile graced his features; already Bakugou felt better, just seeing him there and smiling at the mere sight of him.

"Yo, how'd it go?" he asked, starting to move toward the edge of his bed to get up. Bakugou shook his head and held out a hand to stop him. He dumped his shit on his own bed and then practically dove into Kirishima's lap, pushing him back into the pillows and pinning his arms around his waist while using his stomach as a pillow.

"Not that it's any fucking surprise," he mumbled, half-heartedly kicking his shoes off where his feet hung over the bed, grateful he'd decided that morning that he was too lazy to get properly dressed and had been shuffling around in sweats all day, "but he knows about us."

Kirishima easily relaxed underneath him, his warm hand tugging gently through Bakugou's hair the way he liked so damn much. "Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

"Considering he's good friends with my parents? It could be."

"Aw crap," Kirishima mumbled. "You're right. I forgot about that..."

"Yeah."

"Is... he gonna tell 'em?"

"Don't think so, thank fuck. Said 's not his place or whatever. I gotta be the one to tell 'em, anyway, and he even said that. So I'm safe... for now, I guess..." His sentence petered off into a yawn. In the time since getting back to the room and lying there against his boyfriend (who was always so damn warm, and for someone who hated the cold it felt like a fucking blessing), the exhaustion had taken over him again.

"That's good, man. Mr. Aizawa's pretty good about keeping his word, so it'll be alright."

"Better be. Anyway, 'm ready for that nap you promised now."

A relatively deep chuckle sounded beneath Bakugou's ear. "I see that. I should probably set an alarm, though, just to make sure we don't oversleep."

"You and your damn responsibilities..." Bakugou grumbled. Reluctantly, he sat up enough to allow Kirishima to shuffle his phone from somewhere underneath them, half-buried in his blankets. As soon as the alarm was set, Bakugou snatched the device from him, put it back on the table, and then yanked his boyfriend closer to him again, finding a comfortable spot to lay his head with his arms around the other's waist. "Now don't move or I'll kill you," he muttered.

"You so wouldn't," Kirishima teased.

"You wanna test that theory?" He'd meant for it to sound threatening, even if it was jokingly, but he was already practically half asleep with his eyes closed and his cheek squished up against Dumb Hair's shoulder that it didn't hold nearly the amount of menace he wanted it to.

"I don't have to," Kirishima joked.

"Shut the fuck up, 'm trying to sleep."

Another chuckle, and then as Kirishima's arm slung over his shoulders, his body shifting just one last time, he murmured a quiet, "'Sleep well, Katsuki."