The two glared at one another from either ends of the court, Kirishima doing a selection of stretches while also hyping himself up for the fight just about to take place.
He looked almost to be dancing, not that he had a problem with that.

"You done yet shitty hair?" Bakugou growled, the sun leaking in from the windows and staining in against a partial section on his face, leaving the other casted into shadows of deep demise.

"Nearly!" He winced, reaching down for his toes and back, cracking his fingers and taking cover behind a wall.

"Ready sunshine!" He yelled

"Finally!" Bakugou replied "everyone hides, why the fuck does everyone hide?" Be began approaching.

Kirishima started at the front and made his way back as he approached, his plan basically to wing it and hope he manages to slip by.
If Sero and Kaminari can do it he surely can.

"God damn it, come out and fight like a man!" He demanded, glaring back and forth from wall to wall.

"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?!" Kirishima replied. "You'd pummel me to death!"

"You think too highly of me" Bakugou growled "but thanks for the compliment"

Bakugou didn't follow him into the maze of walls whether it be due to previous mistakes or pure tiredness he waited upon Kirishima to take action.
And just as Kirishima had expected with each passing minute he was getting more and more frustrated with himself, becoming less focused overall.
Kirishima just ducked in and out of Blockades, keeping his eyes alert for an convenient openings.

Stiffening his body with each explosion he began plotting, his skin creasing too and forth in a controlled fashion.
It came naturally whenever vibrations occurred and could be summoned upon command.
That being one of the extreme complications during the licensing exam that he endured.
You have no idea how hard it was to handle...

He quickly rolled to a new position as the previous one that he'd just taken cover with was blown up, a distorted hand preventing any of the rubble to clash into his eyes.

"He's acting reckless" thought Kirishima before climbing up onto his new platform.

"Planning on crippling me again Baku?" He giggled, crossing his legs gayly.

"Stop avoiding this already!" He replied

Kirishima laughed and spoke
"Fine" he hopped down. "Look I'll stay still for you-"

"Urgh! Enough!" Bakugou clapped his hands together and with a single blast shattered an explosion through the air, breaking away the walls and obstructions into a build up off mass demolition.

Kirishima jolted and served himself low, skidding on his knees, flexing his spine back to slot through Bakugous legs smoothly.
His slicked hair tickled his inner thighs as he glided, causing them both to get flustered.

"Damn boy!" Mina giggled.

With an instant, not even having enough time to comprehend what he'd just done, Kirishima leapt up and began running.
In fact his mind wasn't all that with it that he scarcely remembered being tackled and the struggle he gave to break free.

It all proved pointless, for when he finally did give himself a moment to review his situation all he stared up at was Bakugous sweating face.
The bodies pinned on the floor, legs parted, hearts chained, there rhythms skipped a dramatic beat.

"Gotcha!" Bakugou laughed, they're right hands intertwined overhead.

Kirishima blushed at Bakugou seated upon his crotch, their close friction and hefty breathing making him giggle sweetly afterwards.

"Someone's very eager" he grinned.

He spoke softly as for none of the others to hear, just loud enough for his hoarse voice to reach Bakugou's heated ears glowing.

"S-Shut up!" Bakugou snapped violently, just as embarrassed.

Aizawa blew his whistle "right right, Bakugou you had your fun, let him past" he stated.

"WHAT?! I GOT HIM!"

Aizawa glared and gestured too their hands, identifying that both had barely crossed the line.

"He passed, now get off him before I have to file a sexual harassment report" he added

Bakugou lifted himself up off from Kirishima, glaring into his eyes while watching him sit up.
Scurrying back on his rump Kirishima made it past the line and gained a cheer from Sero and Kaminari, Mina also who giggled from the sidelines.
As they did so Bakugou, grumbling too himself, ripped his damaged brace from his arm and stood, composing himself rather exquisitely.

"Right, the ones who won...you won, yay, give yourself a pat on the back" Aizawa stated "as for you who lost...you lost...uhm, I can't be bothered watching you all do your push ups so you all will be staying after class to...I dunno think about what you've done (or something like that)"

Although it was no doubt a waste of time and a choice of pure laziness he gained sighs of relief from the benches.

Midoriya smiled and graciously came to Bakugou to offer a congratulations.

"Hey...I hope there's no hard feelings" he smiled

All he received was a glare and Bakugou's broken brace being shoved against his chest.

"Fix this and I'll think about it" he finally stated before walking past, their shoulders clashing.

Midoriya sighed and looked upon the equipment, finding where the acid had melted through.
It was a wide gap and raised immediate concerns for the compassionate hero, resulting in Deku glancing to his aggressor's forearm and witnessing a swelling rash stretching down it unnaturally, peeking down into his glove.

"Kacchan..." He spoke, trotting after his old friend "Kacchan you're hurt"

Bakugou ignored his concern and exited into the clear changing rooms, lifting his other brace off and safely stashing his explosives away into their cases.
As his gloves were removed an even more important matter arose.
The acid stains had linked with the harsh electrical burns from his palms.
Skin had turned red and tender, burning itself alive with no hesitation.

"Katsuki!" He snatched his arm and dropped the equipment, making Bakugou wince and growl in reflex.

"Do you Fucking mind?!" He snapped.

"Yes! You're hurt! Why didn't you call off the training?!" He questioned as he traced his fingertips over the adamant blue veins.

Bakugou snarled and pulled his hand away, pulling a roll of bandages out from his pocket.

"Because when I face a couple scrapes and bruises I don't go crying to mommy for a bandaid!" He sneered "now leave me the fuck alone, I can take care of myself"

Midoriya bit his lip and picked the brace back up from the ground, opening his chaps to speak
"..s-still i-"
He was stopped almost instantly at Bakugou pinning his on the lockers, the loud thud echoing.
The brace remained within his grasp while his fingers clentched, eyes interlocked.

They didn't recognize one another, all Midoriya saw was an injured boy pouting for power joyously with a marching stick in hand and all Bakugou saw was his next victim.

"Look here Deku, you're really starting to piss me off" he grumbled "you maybe have drawn with me in there but I'll always be better, DONT YOU FORGET THAT!"

Midoriya flinched and accepted the words given to him, grateful at his release before rubbing at his arms uncomfortably.

Nothing more was said as he left, not a word, not a murmur...
As much as Bakugou wanted them to be rivals Midoriya could never bring himself to intentionally hate him.
Dislike possibly but to the extent that Bakugou goes to show Midoriya his dissatisfaction towards him would be impossible.
They used to be such splendid friends...and Midoriya just couldn't understand what went wrong.
He'd never hurt his feelings, never insulted him, only stood up for people he picked upon...was that wrong of him?..
He glanced down to the brace and remembered their battle with AllMight together, how he had shared his brace and embraced himself as a distraction so willingly.
That was a glimpse of Kacchan...and it made Midoriya feel so warm inside to experience them ancient emotions yet again.
Maybe one last time...
He slid the brace on his own arm, gawking at the still warm interiors and giggling sweetly.
It made his stance appear so much different, larger, powerful, an inspiration.
And for them split seconds he felt that much closer to Bakugou, closer as a student, closer as a friend...closer as an enemy.
As to where Bakugou went Midoriya dare not tread, the unmarked territory far too advanced for the likes of him.
Todoroki soon entered and acknowledged the silence slicing the air and the brace being set away in an unclaimed locker.

"He storm off?" Todoroki questioned as Midoriya nodded.

He sighed and took off his belt, coming to his companions side while inspecting any damage.
All Midoriya had was the battle scars he'd received from Bakugou during the test, none other than mere bruising and scratches.

"I don't get it...I try to be friends with him but... it's like everything I do just makes it worse" Deku shamefully stated "is something wrong with me?"

Tears dwelled and Todoroki embraced him with a hug, taking a moment before speaking up.

"No Deku... nothing is wrong with you" he replied

Midoriya tried stopping his tears, hiccuping and wiping frantically.
AllMight was right, he really did need to stop crying.
You don't see him crying on the battlefield, sobbing because of some misfortune, weeping into someone's arms pathetically.
Each time he did that gut breaking pain just got more and more agonizing yet that storm in his head would weaken.
Perhaps he was not made to be a hero.
Chasing an unrealistic dream is futile and he'd been doing it for years.

"...Would you like me to go talk with him?" Todoroki questioned, looking down into the tearing eyes.

"W-What? No, there's nothing to talk about" he replied "plus... he'll just get angry at you"

Although he spoke the truth Todoroki brought up a short smile and parted from the hug.

"I will be gentle, I promise" he stated, holding a hand on his heart "and if he yells so be it, nothing new from his usual self"

Midoriya sighed and looked to his friend.

"You helped me, so it's about time I help you"