A/N: A third part was requested by Lonely_MochiTea. So here. I sincerely apologize, because I wasn't expecting a second part, let alone a third, so I had no idea what to do with this one. It's really terrible so far, and if it's really short, I'm really sorry. With that quick warning, let's go.

Bakugou's POV (shocker to absolutely fucking none)

I could've been in one of the waiting rooms training, but no.

Nope.

Instead, I decided to go visit Kirishima after I rocked his shit.

(A/N: Heh... rocked his shit. Dumb rock puns are dumb.)

So, I walked at a somewhat brisk pace down the hall until I got to Chiyo-san's temporary office. 

I stepped inside to see Kirishima sitting on his bed, talking with Chiyo-san.

His attention turned to me, and his eyes widened.

He actually smiled too.

...

Wait, why the hell is someone smiling at me?

Especially after I totally beat his ass?

What?

Who is this redheaded demon?

"Hey, Bakugou! Nice job on making it to the semi-finals, man!" 

"Tch, yeah, whatever," I mumbled, shoving my hands in my pockets and looking away from the dumb motherfucker. "You alright?"

"Hm, pardon?"

"I asked if you were alright, dumbass!" I hissed.

"Hold on," Kirishima stood up slowly, holding his head for a second before straightening. "Did I hit my head that hard, or did the Katsuki Bakugou just ask if I was okay?"

"How fucking dense are you, dumbass?" I scoffed.

"I heard ya right then?"

"Yes! Now answer the damn question before bash your fucking skull in,"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Kirishima said, laughing.

Whenever he smiled or laugh, it was always strong enough to make his eyes close a bit, and it lit up his whole face too.

His smile was really cute.

...

Uhm.

You heard fucking nothing.

Got it?

"I'm just surprised that you came to visit me in the infirmary like you said you would,"

"Wait, what? I didn't say that out loud!"

I specifically remmeber thinking about it.

However, I specifically do not, and I can't stress this enough, remember saying I would visit this upside down broom in the infirmary.

At all.

Like, at all, at all.

So how the fresh fuck did this dumbass hear me?

"Yeah, you did!" Kirishima said, looking at me like I was insane. "I heard it when they started taking me away on the gurney before I lost consciousness,"

"Wow, you used a word more than two syllables. Didn't think your brain could comprehend that much," I snorted, trying to change the subject.

"Hey, I can use big words sometimes! I can be smart with them too!" Kirishima defended.

"Oh, really? Spell 'miscellaneous' for me then, huh, Kiri?"

"Dude, really? Why miscellaneous?! Why not mitochondria?"

"Because fuck you. Spell it out loud,"

"M. I. S. C. E. L. L. A. N. I. O. U. S,"

"Wrong,"

"Aw, what? Whaddyou mean?!"

"Change out that 'I' for an 'E', you fucking clod,"

"Oh. OH! M. I. S. C. E. L. L. A. N. E. O. U. S! Miscellaneous! Ha!"

"Way to go, dumbass,"

"Did we not literally just establish, like, two seconds ago, that I was, in fact, not a dumbass?"

"I dunno what you're talking about," I said, sitting down on one of the set-up cots.

"Bakugoooooooouuuuuu," Kirishima whined, sitting down next to me and putting his head on my shoulder. "Don't be a bitch right now,"

"Hey, I ain't a bitch!"

"Sure are acting like one,"

"Bet?"

I went to move my hands to cup his face, but my wrist flared with pain.

I paused, grimacing, and put my hands down.

"Oh, dude, you okay?"

"Fucking peachy, you shitty haired loser,"

"C'mon, don't lie to me. What's up?"

"Nothing! Fuck off!"

He grabbed my wrists carefully and looked at them.

Carefully and slowly, he looked back up at me.

His hands started shaking too, I don't fucking know why.

"I may not be Chiyo-san... but... c-can I... kiss it, to make it b-better?"

I blinked at the redhead, trying to make sense of what he just did.

This dumb motherfucker, who's Quirk makes him hard and rough... just say one hell of a smooth pick-up-ish, flirty line?

I think he did....

This bitch, I swear.

I gave him a slow nod, and the smile that lights up a room returned.

He brought my wrists up to his mouth and lightly pecked them.

On my other arm, he didn't stop at my wrist, though.

His little pecks and kisses trailed their way up my arms, to my shoulders, and up my neck.

At this point, my breathing shallowed and I was shaking.

He kissed over a sensitive spot and I bit my lip harshly enough to draw a little blood.

As he kissed along my jaw, I could tell he had gained confidence.

His kisses started to last a little longer, there was an occasional nip or lick here and there.

Once he got to my cheek, he pulled away, grinning.

His eyes landed on my lips and noticed the blood.

"Oh, another injury... this patient seems to need a lot of treatment,"

His voice was a little bit deeper, much more seductive and sultry as he leaned in.

I screwed my eyes shut as he pressed his lips to mine, tilting his head to the side.

My hands found some free real estate in his hair or around his neck as his palms rested on my waist.

It wasn't until we heard Glasses start yelling that we noticed the door had opened.

This motherfucker is gonna fucking get it if he and I are matched up.

***

So, it turns out we weren't, but I almost fucking murdered Icy Hot instead.

So that was cool.

But after school, as I began to walk off, the redhead started walking beside me, linking our pinkies.

"Congratulations, Bakugou,"

"Katsuki,"

"What?"

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki,"

"Oh! Uhm... o-okay! I guess you can call me Eijirou!"

"Nah. Ei,"

"Alright,"

We walked together in silence.

It was a happy silence.

One that didn't need words.

Just our pinkies were enough.

A/N: And it's done! I'm so sorry, this is totally terrible, and I just had no idea what to do for this part. I'm sorry if this isn't what you expected! In a few seconds, a few more chapters will be published! That is all I've got! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark