(Bakugou's POV)

KIRASHIMA

KIRASHIMA: Heya bro what's up today?

Bakugou: fine

KIRASHIMA: ?

KIRASHIMA: why so cold today?

Bakugou: huh im good what are you even on about

KIRASHIMA: usually u rant a paragraph about your day

KIRASHIMA: i've always been your therapist ;-;

KIRASHIMA: did u find someone else? o~o

Bakugou: ...

Bakugou: not feeling it today, stonehead

KIRASHIMA: oh come on, i'm gonna come over

Bakugou: if u do i swear to god i'll murder u

KIRASHIMA: bro what happened? get up and get some fresh air

Bakugou: no, no. Definitely no

KIRASHIMA: ???????????

KIRASHIMA: I'm coming over, no buts.

Bakugou: EIJIRO

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I grunted, falling back onto the bed. Since I woke up, I haven't been doing anything except punching myself mentally in the head.

I seriously don't want to be bothered, I had enough headaches to begin with.

My face sunk into the pillow. Alarmingly then hearing a knock at my door, I jolt up and ran up to the door to violently open it.

Kirashima smiled ear to ear, holding out a small plastic bad. I lowered my head and inhaled before opening the door to gesture in.

"Aye, Bakubro. Let's chill out, we'll watch a movie and chillax to get you back in shape." He said, punching the air.

I stayed silent, allowing him to set everything down and sit himself down on the bed.

"Aye, why am I alone here. What's wrong with you? you look like shit and came out yesterday." He pointed out.

I frowned, "You're always so stupidly extreme. I'm fine, just... hormonal problems." I trailed off and shook my head in disgust, why'd I say that?

I instantly regretted it, facepalming myself.

Kirashima walked towards me and nudged me with his elbow like he always does, "Someone's growing into man, ahaha."

"Stop it!" I pushed him.

"Oi, tell me everything. As I am your one and only therapist." He said, striking a pose.

"I had a weird dream of someone, I'm still shocked. It's so wrong that it's actually right." I confessed.

He stares at me with his jaw dropped, putting two and two together. Kirashima scratched his neck and laughed to clear the silence.

"That, huh..." he shyly looked away, "Well I guess my online date training has real-" I ended up cutting him off.

"I fucked a guy. Well, in my dream." I stated

Kirashima stood there, blinking slowly to try to comprehend what I just said. "Saw what now?"

I realized that moment what I said but it felt good nevertheless if that isn't weird enough. My eyes drifted away from him, curious as to what's going on in my head.

I turned to him, his face comically tearing up with his hands glued together. "AH, I'M A TERRIBLE FRIEND, TO THINK I WAS HELPING YOU! I SHOULD BE PUT IN A GUILLOTINE. HOW DID I NOT NOTICE?!" That's when I knew I lost him, or he lost his mind.

"What the fuck..." I mumbled

He reached over to grab a tissue clumsily and blew into it, "I promise I'll be supportive Bakubro, I feel awful. No wonder you didn't give those girls a chance." he continued to spew nonsense.

My furrowed eyebrows began to twitch, popping my veins through once again, releasing my temptation to shout.

"FOR FUCK SAKE," I grabbed onto his shirt, "Look, this is all new to me I didn't know I had this attraction to him. It's jus-" He suddenly stopped me.

"To him? Who is it?" He asked, truly curious. His eyes squinted at me, probably noticing my flushed face.

"No one." I was quick to say.

"It's someone from our school, isn't it?" the stone head caught on, biting down on his lower lip in a mischief manner.

I was about to say something but ended up pulling myself back. I'm never like this, what's gotten into me? Am I in some dumb k-drama, just what in the fuck is going on with me?

Taken aback by his comment I changed my expression before he noticed, eager to tell but hesitant to over-share.

"You not denying it makes me think it is. Come on let me help you." Kirashima tapped my head each time getting harder.

I grabbed his wrist and twisted it. "Oi, don't treat me like a fucking kid," I yelled at him. "I'll text him..." I then said under my breath.

He smirked at me, "Bold, Bold, bro!" He poked again, irritating the fuck out of me.

"Fuck sake, cut it out!"