The five of them sat bundled on the couch, the lights out, the TV luminous and a bowl of half eaten popcorn fallen on the floor.
Both kaminari and Ashido clung to one another, trembling with their hearts racing.

"It's so horrible...yet I can't look away" Ashido mumbled, Kaminari replying with a "HMH" and an assertive nod while tearing.

"I'm starting to see why you like this bull crap" Bakugou grinned, crossing his arms proudly.

Sero smiled encouragingly but flinched at each jumpscare never the less, all while Kirishima's mind was elsewhere, leaving his body unresponsive.
He had an elbow on the couch side holding his chin up and a clear scowling expression dominant on his face.
Grinding his chizzled teeth his eyes averted to the screen as a yelp blundered from the group, glaring unintentionally.

"No! Yama! You traitor!" Kaminari yelled at a supposably hero taking the spotlight on screen, now casting as a villain.

"I did not see that coming!" Ashido wailed.

Kirishima only rolled his eyes and mumbled "the Fucking irony" while Bakugou turned his head slightly though avoided questioning.
However, Bakugou did keep an eye on him, and gradually Kirishima noticed the staking focus sketched amongst his face.
To escape the tension he said "one minute, I need to use the restroom" and stood.

"Oh, do you want me to pause the movie?" Ashido asked

"No, no heh, I'll be back soon" he replied, leaving while Bakugou followed his figure tactically.

As he arrived at the bathroom he sighed and rested his back on the door, running his hands through his hair.
Ever since this morning he couldn't shake the feeling of dread overwhelming him, however, it was the vibration of his phone in his back pocket that temporary distracted him.
Lifting it out frantically, he answered and spoke
"What is it?!" In a whisper "I thought I said don't call me when I'm at the academy!?"

He knew who it was, there was no doubt it was the league.
They had the tendency for popping up at the wrong precise moment.

"You said to ring in advance, make up your mind will you" Tomura scowled spitefully on the other line.

"We're authorising Phase 2 tomorrow, do you know of what to do?" He asked

"Yes, yes, I know! We've only been plotting for 3 years" Kirishima growled idoly.

"This is important! We can't take on Sir Night eye and those three Prospering hero's all at once" Tomura stared "just keep them away while we work"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'll handle it...now I must go" Kirishima stated, quickly ending the phone call and falsely flushing the toilet, running the tap and ruffling the towel resting on the radiator.

When leaving what stood at the door was Bakugou glaring, making Kirishima jolt back in an alarmed state and almost drop his phone.
The look in the blonde haired mans eyes were not of pleasant greetings, in fact it almost had a glaring sensation to it.

"You'll handle what" Bakugou asked

"...how long was you listening?" Kirishima replied, completely off topic.

"Don't change the subject!" Bakugou yelled, standing on his tiptoes and pressing his finger against the redheads chest.

"U-Uh" thinking off the top of his head he rambled.

"My hair! Uh...My uh dad said I needed to dye my hair again... the black strands are starting to grow back"

Bakugou averted his eyes up.

"I don't see any" he said "and your supposedly drunken father rang you? When did you last see him?"

"...y-yesterday remember? When I left the fight I...just wondered to him and figured we could catch up" Kirishima chuckled nervously.

Bakugou closed the gap between them and glared.

Kirishima gulped.

"You aren't lieing to me...are you?" He snarled

"N-No" Kirishima stuttered.

There was a moment of silence as their eyes remained interlocked before Bakugou rolled his eyes in annoyance and bitter disgust.

"Don't listen to him then, your hair is sexy as fuck and I love it" he sneered, pouting and crossing his arms.

Relaxing, calming, rejuvenating, Kirishima sighed in relief and chuckled "awww, Kacchan that's adorable"

He gained a glare for using the nickname.

"S-Sorry, I forgot-"

"SHUT UP!" Bakugou blurted, flustered all over "DON'T-AAAAA"

He turned away and stomped away, rambling nonsense.
Chuckling Kirishima followed, tucking his phone back away once they sat down.
As he film continued heat somewhat radiated off him, in both frustration and lustful desires.
Kirishima gently wavered a hand around him and held him close, close in a term of not cuddling but 'manly hugging'.
He was contempt with that.
For the dread in his gut had only grown heavier.