The next day Bakugou was one of the first students to show up to homeroom. He was still very sore and his muscles burned from the day before, but he ignored the pain as he walked to class and then settled into his desk. Luckily, he didn't seem to have suffered any lasting damage from over-exercising. He was still fairly tired and worn out and even more tightly wound than usual, but such was the norm for Bakugou.

He sat at his desk and glowered at nothing as he kicked his feet up and stared off into space, but he occasionally glanced at the door as well. Bakugou looked at his phone, but other than a quick good-night text from Kirishima that he hadn't seen until that morning, there weren't any new messages.

With any luck he would appear just as disinterested and mildly annoyed as he usually did, but truth be told he was very impatient to see Kirishima stroll into class with a big, idiotic smile on his face and a happy little jump in his step. If anyone noticed a change in his attitude, they had enough common sense to stay well away from him.

One by one students trickled into the classroom after him and began to congregate in their typical friend groups to chat and goof around before class started. Bakugou's eyes narrowed as Mina entered the classroom and bounced immediately over to his desk with a bright smile on her face, utterly ignoring all the warning signs emanating from him.

"What the hell do you want?" he growled low in his throat, glaring at her intensely out of the corner of his eye.

"To know what you and Kiri got up to Saturday night!" she said excitedly.

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!?" Bakugou roared at her. What little patience he had that morning shattered into a million pieces all at once, and it didn't help that he saw Kaminari, Sero, and even Jirou chuckling together on the other side of the room. At least he knew better than to completely lose it in school.

His voice was shaking with anger, dripping with barely concealed fury as he spat, "Mind. Your damn. Business."

Mina's eyes went wide in surprise. She seemed to understand the gravity of the situation and how short Bakugou's fuse was that morning, so she backed away with a panicked smile and a little wave before retreating to where her friends were waiting.

"Please take your seats everyone," Aizawa sighed as he walked into the classroom. It sounded like he was having a pretty rough morning as well.

Bakugou was worried that Kirishima hadn't made it to class, but just as Aizawa was shutting the door the redhead bolted through it, then doubled over as he gasped for air. Once he had gotten some of his breath back he spluttered, "Sorry I'm late! Won't...happen again!"

"I'm sure it will," Aizawa sighed as he shut the door. "Please find your seat Kirishima."

"Yes Sir!" Kirishima said with a swift bow before sprinting over to his seat and practically falling into it, still gasping for air.

For the entire start of class Kirishima focused just on getting his breathing under control and his body relaxed. The only thing he really caught Aizawa saying was that they would have a 3-day weekend the upcoming week. Then, when his body had finally settled down, his mind turned immediately to Bakugou. They hadn't had a real conversation since Saturday night happened...and now Kirishima was worried.

He was worried about what Bakugou was thinking, how he felt about their relationship, and how he felt that Kirishima suddenly had to leave and head home the day before. He was more unsure of where they stood in their relationship than ever before, but at the same time he felt light as can be and eager to see what would happen next for them.

As usual he didn't pay much attention throughout class, but for once it wasn't just because he was bored out of his mind, it was because he couldn't take his mind off Bakugou. It took all his concentration to just avoid openly staring at him across the room, but ever since Saturday night he hadn't been able to talk to him or even sort through his own feelings.

A childhood friend of his mother's had passed away and she just wanted to spend some time with him for the day to try to take her mind off it. He was pretty close with his mom, so she had required pretty much his full attention at all times, and he couldn't have refused when she asked him to spend the day with her. She also wanted to keep it under wraps and didn't want him talking to friends at school about it, so he had to keep quiet and distracted the whole time. A day of mourning had her feeling much better, to Kirishima's relief.

But that only meant that now his full attention was shifted right back to his boyfriend. He would have liked to use the class period to sort through his thoughts, but with Bakugou in the same room that seemed more or less impossible. The night before, alone in his room, he had shamelessly revisited those pictures Bakugou sent to him, tucked away in the deepest, darkest corners of his phone. He was also fairly disappointed when Bakugou had never answered his good-night text, but he didn't let himself dwell on that now.

Just looking at the back of his head now with that scruffy ash-blond hair made him think back to the pictures with a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. When he remembered suddenly that he was in class he forced himself to think of something else, or else he was worried that he might have an awkward situation to explain if he didn't.

The classes dragged on for what seemed like ages before they were finally dismissed for lunch. Kirishima was out of his seat the moment he was allowed and started for the cafeteria, when out of the corner of his eye he caught Bakugou sneaking off down a hallway in the opposite direction. Without a second thought he turned on his heel and jogged after him, barely controlling himself enough to avoid full-on sprinting.

When he rounded the corner he felt something latch onto his wrist and was swung around until his back hit the wall with a heavy thud and he gasped in surprise. Blood-red eyes met his only inches away as Bakugou glared at him sternly.

"You have no idea what you've done to me," Bakugou growled, his eyes glancing over the sight of Kirishima's body pinned to the wall, confusion written on his beautiful face. Katsuki's lips curled into the slightest trace of a smile.

"What I did you you!?" Kirishima scoffed, but his breath hitched as Bakugou's lips brushed over his jaw and moved down to his neck. The sensations it brought on were amazing and unexpected, but he forced himself to keep a level head just this once as he said, "Kat, this isn't the time or the place for this."

Bakugou growled again, "Well, I don't approve of you leaving for a whole day after you told me you'd see me in the morning. Not after..." he let his voice trail off.

"Sorry about that, man, it wasn't like I planned it or anything. Family stuff, y'know?"

But Bakugou was blinded by his need and didn't really care for excuses. He had to sit through a full day and a half without talking to his boyfriend, and it had definitely taken a toll on him. "I need you," he mumbled into his neck, letting his heart and soul pour into those three words.

"This is for your own good then," Kirishima said as he pushed him away, being the voice of reason for once. "I don't think we should have our relationship based on just lust, and I know you don't want that either."

Bakugou didn't want to hear it. He forced him against the wall again, pinning his hands at his sides and kissing him, capturing his lips and forcing them apart to deepen the kiss all at once. Kiri returned the kiss for a moment with equal passion just to be sure Bakugou knew that he cared about him just as much and wanted him just as badly. When he was sure that he got his point across he pushed him away again, and this time he listened.

"Listen to me, Kat," started as he held his hands. "Oh, didn't Aizawa say we had our last day off this week?"

"So?" Bakugou asked, his eyes burning with intensity.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "So, most students are probably going to go home this weekend, since I know a lot of them like to go home during longer breaks...including Shoji...all I'm asking is that we cool it for the most part on school days, maybe just hang out, go on dates, do homework together, have a friendship."

"That's so mundane," Bakugou growled.

"But," Kirishima added, putting a finger on his chest and looking at it shyly, "Friday night, with at least the fourth floor to ourselves...we can see what happens." He grabbed the front of Bakugou's shirt, then frowned. "You should really wear your tie. This moment played out a little differently in my head."

Bakugou frowned back. He leaned forward and whispered directly into his ear, "Well that doesn't help me now. What do you expect me to do after you ignored me all day?"

"I didn't ignore you, man, I was busy," Kirishima said. "But I expect you to come and have lunch with me before it's too late."

Bakugou glared at him, but he did have a fair point. All of his argument was more or less the same thing Bakugou had said before, anyway, so with a resigned sigh he said, "Fine. But this weekend I get you all to myself."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Kirishima answered happily as he led the way back down the hall to the cafeteria.