Bakugou was silently packing a few outfits away in his suitcase, ears plugged by some guitars and drums and crude language. He was on his floor just trying to get things as organized as he could; trying to make sure he had enough layers for when his parents force him out of the house. He lazily threw in a couple pairs of socks and some extra, thick, pairs of gloves. He carefully, well more sloppily actually, folded a sweater and crammed it inside the bag.

There was sharp loud knock on his door that he could hear through his ear buds. He begrudgingly stopped and stood with a grunt. He popped his buds out, sliding them behind his ears, and paused the music. He opened the door, being greeted by the mustard haired idiot of Class A; Kamimari.

"What, Electro-boy?" Bakugou hissed. But the other just wasn't effected, instead he leaned against the door frame thinking he was cool.

"So," He began. "Parents are going outta town to see the grands, and 'm gonna be home alone since we can't travel."

Bakugou groaned. "Get to the fucking point, dipshit!"

Kaminari snorted as he shoved a paper in the other's direction. "Party tomorrow, wanna come, dude? There'll be food, and drinks-the good kind, not the Dr. Pibb knockoff kind-and some movies! Wan-"

"If I say yes will you fucking leave already?" Kaminari shrugged and handed the slip over.

"Address is on the paper! See ya there at six tomorrow, bro!"

"Whatever..." Bakugou muttered, shoving the paper in his pockets, crumbling it in the process. He shut the door with minor force, a gust of wind and a thud resulting. In no time, his packing was done and he could relax.

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The next day, everyone's parents came to the dorms to pick them up. However, both his parents were busy in the morning, either trying to mail Christmas cards off at the last minute or because of work, so he had to wait longer than anyone else. Of course he did try to sneak off campus and go home on his own but apparently Aizawa and Nezu both have a sixth sense called "Bakugou Katsuki is doing some shit he isn't supposed to be doing" sense. He even tried hitching a ride with his aunt Inko only to have a brain fart and realise who she had to pick up; the nerd Deku. He opted out of it as quickly as he could before Ms. Midoriya had anything to say about it.

He ended up just staying inside, sitting on the common room sofa with Jiro and Shoji, just emersed in his cell phone. He'd already been waiting for two hours and he was so sick of it! Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido already left and Kirishima was still there. He insisted on watching the snow flurries outside, but coming in every twenty minutes to warm up or start some mindless chitchat.

Well speak of the devil himself! Kirishima came running in with his usual dumbass grin stretching across his dumbass face, eyes brighter than the fucking sun. He plopped down on the sofa, immediately sitting next Bakugou. His hair was covered by a FatGum themed beanie, red hair flat as a board. He slipped his mittens off and began to pester the ash blond, poking his cheek.

"Bakugou, dude!" The red head tried to grasp his full attention, only to be ignored. But Kirishima pressed on. "Its full on snowing, bro! Come look!" He began to pull on his arm.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "It snows around this time every year, idiot. I've seen snow before so let the fuck go!" He tried jerking his arm away but failed. Kirishima successfully pulled the hot head up and began to tug him towards the door.

"Let go you fuckwad!" Bakugou growled.

"Nope!" The other chirped.

Bakugou looked back behind his shoulder, scowling back at the other teens on the couch. "Are you asses just going to sit there and let him fucking drag me everywhere!?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Jiro shrugged, not looking up from her phone. Shoji just ignored him, not even giving the hot head the light of day. Bakugou growled as he was forced out into the cold. He groaned as the crisp air made contact with his face.

Kirishima finally let go, sitting down on the lightly snowed ground and looking to the sky, calmly watching the snow fall. Bakugou did the same, sitting in a criss cross position. An even bigger smile bloomed across his face, making him seem bright and sparkling. His eyes smiled at the sight, the soft outside light reflecting off the crimson red lakes, beautiful and warm, making Bakugou's heart skip a beat. Wait-

Goddamit, stop it! Bakugou mentally slapped himself. Thoughts like those kept lurking in his brain for months! He couldn't get rid of them! He isn't gay, especially for this shitty haired fuck. Well..... Maybe he is? And what if he is? How does he tell Kirishima? Tell him that he has feelings, more than friends feelings, for him. He doesn't even know if they're real. Are they real? Would he even understand? He doesn't even understand it himself! Fuck this sucks!

"The fuck're we out here for, Shitty hair?" He pushed down those those with pure bitterness.

Kirishima didn't take his eyes off of the steadily falling snow. "Just watchin' the snow, man!"

Bakugou kept his own eyes on the smiling red head, dispute the cold temperature, his chest felt warm and comfy. "Can I go inside? Is that an option?" Bakugou pushed down that warmth for just a second to be an asshole. But then Kirishima looked at him. That warmth grew, finding it's way to his face. He used his scarf to cover the rising blush.

"Nope!" He smiled with his eyes. Those bright red, beautiful- stop it! "Kami invited you to the party, right? You going?"

Bakugou ignored the hotness surrounding his cheeks. "I'll never hear the end of it so why the fuck not." He grunted.

"You bringing gifts? He didn't invite a lot of u-"

"Gifts!? This shits a gift exchange!?"

"Well not really. Ashido got us all gifts, she already said so, and I'm going out tonight to get everyone else a little something, too!" That dumb smile of his stayed permanently, which was not all helping the growing blush. "You don't have to get anyone anything, man."

Bakugou turned away, avoiding eye contact. "Whatever..." He mumbled. He watched the other from the corner of his eye, seeing him turned back to the sky, smiling at it like a fool.

Smiling is what he always does. Its annoying. Its stupid. Its so fucking ridiculous that he just wants punch him and slap him and hug him and hold his hand and just talk to him for hours and..... What the fuck!?

Bakugou looked at him full on, keeping his eyes locked on that dumbass. That dumbass that seemed so bright, brighter than the goddamn sun. Brighter than even Aoyama coated in glitter. That warm feeling grew and grew and grew, making him sweat dispute the weather condition. If he isn't careful, he could cause an unwanted explosion. He had to get his fucking sweating under control!

HONK HONK

Kirishima directed his attention to the car horn. A gray car came rolling up, a noir haired middle aged man waving out the window. "That's my dad! I gotta go. Bye, Bakugou, see ya tonight!" Kirishima ran inside and grabbed his things then left, giving Bakugou one last smile as he climbed into his father's car.

Even though he was gone, Bakugou couldn't seem to muster up the strength to get up. He just stayed there, unwilling to stand, ignoring the snow flakes piling on top of his hatless head. He wasn't even affected by the cold anymore, that warmth in his chest and face acting as a heater.

Not very long after Kirishima left, Bakugou's own parents arrived. He grabbed his personal items, packed them into the trunk, and almost threw himself into the car. He buckled himself up before his father could fuss at him, and rested his head on the window wanting to avoid talking.

"Hey, brat," Well so much for not talking. "What's up?"

"Nothing." He mumbled out, almost incoherently.

Masaru drove off, satisfied that his stubborn son wasn't throwing a fit about the seat buckle. "So you have plans this evening?"

"What's it to you, old man?"

"We were thinking of seeing the lights at park this year. I know you like the lights, brat." Mitsuki reached behind her and twicked the teen on the knee.

Bakugou retracked his knee away, adjusting himself so both legs were criss crossed again. "Yeah when I was nine. Fuck do you think I still like the lights for? I'm sixteen now, old hag."

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. "Whatever ya say, brat. We're still goin'."

Bakugou sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, watching the passing buildings out the window. "I'm going to a party tonight." He mumbled.

"You? Going to a party?" Mitsuki rose a brow, scoffing. "You have friends, brat?"

Bakugou threw his head back, groaning. "Jesus fuck, hag! Why do you wanna know my business for!? I'm goimg over to a classmate's house for a Christmas party! There! You happy!?"

They stopped at a red light, Masaru briefly turned around to look at his son. "We just want to know where you plan on going is all. You were kidnapped by villains after all." He turned back around just as the light changed.

"Whatever...." Bakugou sulked against the car window, being reminded of the whole villain fiasco that had happened only a year ago. As he watched out the window, he noticed his father hadn't made the turn to their neighborhood, just going straight ahead. Bakugou sat up trying to peek over his father's shoulder to see the GPS on the dash.

"Fuck're we going? You missed the turn, are you going blind now, old man?" Mitsuki swatted at the ash blond, threatening him to sit back and telling him to cool it with the language.

"We're going to the store. We literally forgot the most important ingredient for curry udon; udon noodles." She deadpanned, giving her husband an angry glare.

"I thought you grabbed them!" Masaru defended.

Bakugou plunked his father on the back of his head, snorting and leaning on the headrest. "Dunce."

"Sit back you damn brat!" Bakugou rolled his red eyes once again, sitting back so his mother's nagging would stop.

The rest of the ride was quiet, Bakugou retreating to his phone and mindlessly playing some stupid game and listening to music. In no time at all, they reached the store, parking a little ways from the entrance. Mitsuki grabbed a stray shopping cart from one of the empty parking spots, rolling it inside with her husband and son close behind.

"So when's this party of your's?" The bleach blond woman asked, observing a case of cookies.

Bakugou pulled an ear bud out, slipping it behind his ear. He pointed his bottom lip out, looking over the other cookies. "Six tonight." He grunted out. "Also that reminds me," He slid his hands into his pockets. "I need to buy a fuckin' present."

"Language. We are in public, ya brat." Mitsuki scolded for the hundredth millionth time that afternoon. "Who're you buying a gift for then? Even though it is short notice..."

"I dunno. Maybe Shitty Hair?"

"That's the boy that came over a lot last year, right?" Masaru asked, a finger to his chin in thought.

Mitsuki stopped and turned around, a bright smirk across her face. "Oh you mean Kirishima! The nice boy with polite manners! Y'know, the things you don't have?"

Bakugou groaned, tired of his mother nitpicking at his behavior. Masaru elbowed the teen, shoving a couple bills of money in his direction. Bakugou just stared at it, confused.

"Fuck's this for?"

"To go buy your friend a present." Masaru shoved the money closer. Bakugou snatched the bills away to satisfy the elder male, staching it away in his pocket.

"What are ya getting him?" Mitsuki balanced an apple on the back of her hand, turning to her son. Bakugou shrugged, plugging the ear bud back in. "Well then why not wander around and look? Duh!"

"Go ahead, son. We'll call you when we're ready leave." Masaru tried to ruffle his son's hair but the teen ducked out of the way, going under his arm and escaping the adult. He began to walk off away from his parents, ready to find a dumb present for the Shitty hair.

"No fireworks!" Mitsuki yelled behind him. He rolled his eyes again and continued walking.

Fuck do I get an idiot? Fucks he like again? Hamburgers? Chicken? Wait shit, I can't get him a fucking pack of meat! Bakugou mentally slapped his forehead. He likes candy right? Pop rocks, probably rock candy too? Sour things, too, I think.

He wandered over to the candy isle, scanning the shelves. Most of the candy was gone, being so close to Christmas after all. A lot of cheap and off brand candy remained, packs of gum, some DIY candy kits. But those are all boring gifts. Who would buy a shitty tiny ass DIY candy kit? Gum? And what are those, sugary chalk candies shaped like a character's head? What the fuck?

He continued down the isle until he hit the end. The bottom self had decent looking candies, a box shaped like a Christmas tree that probably had shitty coconut and caramel flavored chocolates in it. A jumbo bag of mini candy cains, a few boxes of regular candy cains, and even some hard candy caramels.

He moved some of the jumbled candies away to see more, whisking them off to the side, almost falling off the shelf itself. Then his hand rested on something solid and flat. He picked it up revealing it to be large chocolate bar with a hero stamped on the front as an advertising gimmick.

A giant ass candy bar.... Would he like that?

He turned over the bar to see the price; one thousand one hundred thirty-four yen. Not a bad price or such a huge ass bar. But would Shitty hair like this? Would he enjoy getting a stupid candy bar as a present? Wait are candy bars acceptable gifts? Who the fuck knows.

I could find him something else. Maybe a.... Basketball? No he doesn't even play basketball, he likes those dumb sports video games and boxing. Does this store have boxing stuff? Maybe a new boxing bag-thing? Eh fuck it. Its not like this shit matters anyway. Merry Christmas, dumbass! You get a gigantic brick of pure diabetes!

He rose up with the candy bar in his hands, ready to finally leave this shithole. He texted his mom, telling her he was ready go, and left for the front to pay.

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"Put that in the top drawer please!" Mitsuki yelled as she balanced herself on the counter.

"You're going to fall, old hag." Bakugou pointed out. He pretended to push her over causing his mother to laugh then swat at him.

"Just put the damn onions away, brat!"

"Stop trying to kill your mother. That's my job." Masaru joked. Bakugou tossed the small bag of onions away in the far counter drawer like he was told, shutting it with a rather loud boom.

"Could you not?" His mother sassed. Bakugou rolled his eyes, grabbing some wrapping paper and tape and Kirishima's gift.

"Don't use it all! I still have more gifts to wrap, brat!" His mother yelled. He ignored her warning of course and just slinked off to his room, well his old room. Being off and living at the school was still so odd to him. He was just so used to being in his own home, his parents bugging the shit out of him, walking to and from school. He isn't much a of a fan of change but he does adjust rather fast.

His old bed, old desk, old closet, old everything. He'll be home for an entire week, celebrating the holidays with his family. Christmas was only in a couple days, New Years following shortly after.

Just like every year, his mom made some variation of curry or if things were busy for his dad they'd pick up a family bucket of KFC chicken. Nothing special really happens for the Bakugou family anymore. After the only child of the family turned twelve, they no longer made him participate in things he didn't want to do, like baking cookies from scratch or petty snow ball wars. They let him do what he wants to do, whether it be hiding in his room with his new presents, watching TV all day until dinner, or even sleeping for the rest of the day. They didn't mind at all. This year was their first Christmas together after their son moved into the school dorms, though. In truth, Bakugou didn't want to go much of anywhere Christmas eve or day. He wanted to stay home, spend the day with his parents. Was he ever going to admit that though?

Hell no! He has a bitch ass reputation to uphold!

He noticed his mother had put one of his older sheets on the bed, All Might themed. He dismissed how stupid it was and just plopped down, tossing the wrapping paper and tape to the side and unbagging the present, not at all throwing it to avoid it breaking. He carefully placed the oversized candy bar on the desk, making sure it wasn't in the way of the sunlight. He threw himself back, finally taking his scarf off but keeping his cozy jacket on. He stared at the ceiling, then taking his phone out to mindlessly play on it.

He opened his instagram, which he hardly ever used, his last post being four and half years ago, prepubescent Katsuki Bakugou forever lurking on his page. He began scrolling through all the recent posts on his feed, the top being Ashido taking a selfie with presumably her mother driving. He tapped the heart, liking it to silently show his support. He scrolled down more, stopping at a post about his favorite band, liking that one as well. He continued to scroll down, liking a few posts as he went.

And then he stopped at Kirishima's post. It was a whole roll of six pictures. The red headed teen took selfies of himself with his parents and his grandparents, decorating a tree with his mother, eating lunch with his family.... Just smiling. Smiling that big ol' smile. They dumb smile. That smile. That smile he really liked seeing. That fucking sharp toothed smile.

And those eyes. Those red red red red red eyes! So fucking red! Beautiful and shining and round and big and perfect! He just likes- no loves- those stupid fucking eyes!

And his hair, his goddamn hair! When its down, it was like silk. Silky and smooth. It shaped his stupid face just right.

His face! Oh shit that face! So cute and strong! His cat shaped eyes, his aquilline nose, strong jawline, weird ears, that scar above his right eye. He was just so- WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING ABOUT!?

He shut his phone off and threw it across his room in a panic, almost breaking it in the process. He tossed himself over to face the wall as his mind went wild.

Just why the hell is he thinking about this shit!? Why has he been thinking like this!? WHEN did he.....

When he was rescued.

And when Kirishima grabbed hold of his arm. When he was put down after those fools went out of their way to save him. When he looked the shitty haired fuck in the goddamn face, not at all thanking him but holding back tears of fucking anger and fear and pain. And then that tight ass feeling in his goddamn chest that wouldn't go away for weeks. Holy shit..... Is this.... Is this what a crush is?

Bakugou buried his face in his pillow and groaned into it, frustrated and flustered. What the shit!?

Mitsuki passed by the open door, briefly looking in then doing a double take. Her son. More stubborn than a bull son. The same teenage boy that would often bottle every emotion, other than anger hatred and pride, up. Yet here he was, in his bed screaming into his pillow. Did he finally break? Oh god he did. He broke and now he's going to have live with her forever! Her worst nightmare has come true!

Mitsuki sauntered in and sat down on the bottom edge of her son's bed, crossing her arms and raising a brow. "Do I need to call an ambulance?" Bakugou stopped yelling into the pillow and raised his head up look at his mother.

"Go away, hag!" He hissed.

"What're you yelling about?"

"Get out!"

"Did you win first place on Mario Kart on accident again? Is that why? You are such a petty bitch."

"Fuck off dammit!" Bakugou had enough. He threw his pillow at Mitsuki then rolled over on his stomach, hiding his face away again.

Mitsuki tossed the pillow to the side, rolling her eyes at her son's ridiculous behavior. "Katsuki what the hell is wrong? Is everything okay?"

Muffled response. "Katsuki answer me. I'm your mother."

It sounded like he said.... Shitmunch? What? She sucked her teeth and got closer. "C'mon, you can tell me, kid."

Bakugou flipped over and looked his mother in the eyes, his own furrowed and lips in an angry pout. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!?" He screamed.

Taken aback, Mitsuki just stared at the teen. Bakugou flopped back down onto his bed, covering half his face with his hands. "STUPID FUCKING FACE AND STUPID FUCKING VOICE AND STUPID FUCKING EVERYTHING! UUUUUUUGH!"

The middle aged woman tried and failed to suppress a snorted laugh. She lurched forward, holding her stomach as she unleashed a powerful chortle. Bakugou shot up and began to push her shoulder, telling her to shut up and get out.

Masaru heard the commotion and peeked in, disbelief at the sight in front of him.

1: His hardboiled wife was joshing loudly like the Joker.

2: His son was beat red and pushing his own mother off the bed.

The whole situation just made him smile. But also confused in a way...

"What is going on in here?" He leaned against the doorframe, brows smirked into wonder.

"I-I don't even know!" Mitsuki gasped through laughs. "He just started yelling about 'stupid fucking faces' an-AH!" Bakugou successfully knocked her off. Letting out a triumphant huff, he covered his his mother up in the quilted comforter that was once folded at the foot of the bed.

"You didn't push hard enough, son. She isn't banished back to hell yet." Masaru joked as he walked in, uncovering his wife and reaching a hand out to help her up. "Now what is this 'fucking faces' thing about?"

"Nothing so get out!"

Mitsuki leaned into her son's personal bubble and smirked, hands on hips, pulling on a cocky attitude. "Oh reeeeeeeally? Nothing you say?"

"Yeah, so get the fuck out already."

"Well sounds to me," She backed away and grabbed her husband's arm. "Like a little someone has a little crush!"

"FUCK OFF!"

"Oh, I'd say he does have a crush!". Masaru joined in on teasing his son. Bakugou turned a deep shade of red and grumbled, confirming their suspensions.

"Soooooooooo who's the little lady pulling at my little Katsu's heartstrings? Hm?"

Lady?

"Do I need to give you some dating advice, son?"

No.

"Oh! I bet its that brunette girl you fought in the festival! You wouldn't stop talking about her after you got home! Even though it was in a rather bitter way...."

No.

"Probably some other girl in his class."

No!

"Hopefully its not that earlobe girl. I don't like her hair very much."

NO!

"Tsuki you can't judge a person on their hair..."

NO!

"Why? I judged you on your hair. And ass..."

NO!

"You ju-!? Tsuki!"

NO!

"Ha, yeah! Inko told me-"

"....a guy." He mumbled.

"What, honey?" Mitsuki directed her attention back to her son.

"A guy."

"W-"

"I... I like...." He swallowed past the lump in his throat. "I LIKE A FUCKING GUY, OKAY!?"

His parents were stunned. "Oh.... OH! OH MY GOD!" His mother exclaimed. Bakugou looked away, feeling embarrassed.

What a great reaction, right? Wide eyes, almost gaped mouths, shock written all over their faces.

Wow he never felt so comfortable right now!

What if... What if they reacted like this because they are genuinely shocked? Or disappointed? Angry even? WHY did he say that!? WHY WHY WHY!? JUST WH- he felt arms wrap around his body. A familiar motherly warmth enveloping him. He looked up to see his father smiling softly, a reassuring hand on his knee.

"My baby...." Mitsuki whispered.

"So who is then? A classamate? A kid in another class? I want to know who my son's future boyfriend is." His father asked, winking at the end. Mitsuki pulled away, a similar smile worn.

"Yeah. Who is it, brat?"

Bakugou flushed an even deeper red, if that were even possible. "F-fuck off...!" He tried shoving both of his stupid parents away only for them both to resist and stay.

"Okay okay. You don't have to tell us." Masaru tried to ruffle his hair but Bakugou was resistant like always.

However, Masaru was persistent. He locked his son into a harmless headlock and began to mess his already messy hair up. Bakugou couldn't help it and he started laughing, trying to fight back with his fists and legs but that didn't work. He accepted his fate. Laughing hysterically like a child as his dad pinned him down and fucked with his hair and his mom mimicking wrestling moves. on him.

One o'clock soon turned into five-thirty. Bakugou had already wrapped Kirishima's present earlier, successfully keeping it from breaking or melting. He was dressed up in some baggy jeans, some plain dark brown loafers, a plain green t-shirt with a red and blue flannel, and a thick orange jacket to cover. He also had a pair of orange gloves, his scarf, and a black beanie he stole from his dad. He grabbed Kirishima's gift, ready to leave. He said bye, or more like good riddance, to his parents, telling them he'd be home by eight-thirty, then left.

It didn't take long at all to get to Kaminari's house, being only seven minutes away on foot from his own house. He approached the steps to the mustard haired freak's house and knocked. He could already hear the stupid music blasting through the walls. It was saying something like..... Merry something....? Kiss my ass? What?

Kaminari opened the door, revealing his idiotic attire, a wide ass grin spread across his face. "Yooooo! He actually came!" He yelled out into the house. He turned his head back to Bakugou, that fucking grin still present. He moved over and opened the door even more. "Come on in, bro! You can hang your coat on the rack as you walk in."

"Oh and look," Kaminari pressed a button on his ugly ass sweater, it lighting up with twinkling red and green. "Isn't it awesome!" The ash blond suppressed the urge to call the other a fuckwad, instead replacing his comment with a grunt.

Bakugou rambled in, immediately feeling the change in temperature. He hung his coat, hat, and scarf up, took his shoes off, then wandered into the living room. On the couch sat Jiro, Ashido, Sato, and Midoriya, talking and snacking on some cookies and chips. On the floor next to the tree were Kaminari, Sero, Uraraka, Iida, yaoyorozu, and..... Kirishima.

"Yo, hey, man! Come sit with us!" Kirishima smiled, causing Bakugou's heart to flutter. No! No don't you fucking dare flutter, I ban you from fluttering you bitch!

Bakugou maintained his grumpy composer, striding over to the heavily decorated tree, glaring at Midoriya as he walked by. As the hot head sat down, Ashido jumped down from the couch and made a grab for the neatly wrapped gift under his arm. "Oooooooooh! Who's is that!?"

"None'ya business thats who!" Bakugou snapped.

"Its got a name on it right? If so, you can put it under the tree. If not, just hold onto it 'til we exchange the gifts!" Kaminari said, gesturing to the other presents under the tree.

"When are we opening fucking presents then?" Bakugou asked. He decided to hold onto Kirishima's gift, having no name on it an all.

Kaminari looked at his phone, reading the time. "Whenever Asui and Ojiro get here."

"In the mean time," Ashido held up some DVDs and smiled. "Sato brought some cheesy Christmas movies!"

Before he knew it, the pink idiot inserted a disc, some really dumb family friendly cliché film. Asui and Ojiro joined twenty minutes in, but Kaminari kept the movie going, saying he liked it. Fucking weirdo.

It was already seven thirty when the movie had ended, the electric teen had ordered a couple pizzas, made some hot cocoa for everyone, brought out all the snacks he had, and put on some Christmas music.

Sero clapped his hands together and formed his usual triangular grin. "Present time!" He announced. Everyone moved down to the tree, eager to give and receive a gift. Bakugou moved back as he watched Kirishima give out medium sized boxes to everyone, neatly wrapped with red and gold paper and sparkly green bows. He smiled as he handed them off to everyone.

"Bakugou, man! Here's your's!" He talked to him. He smiled at him.

He felt warm again.

Wait shit.

Stop.

No.

Fuck off!

He needed to act cool right now! Just act cool....

And what a better way to act cool than to run off to the side porch flustered as all fuck ready to die! He opened and shut the sliding glass door with equal force then ducked behind the wall, sliding down to the ground, out of view.

What in the absolute shit was he doing!? What in the fucking fuck compelled him to run off like a little bitch!?

Fuck that smile!

Fuck that dumb shitty voice!

Fuck..... Fuck that wonderful dumbass that for some reason saw whatever good in him, that actually thought of him and got him a present, that hung out with him, that-that-that-

"Fuck...." Bakugou leaned his head back onto the wall, closing his eyes. He grasped the stupid candy bar along his chest, letting out a short sigh, his hot breath contrasting against the cold air.

Shhhhhhhchnk!

The glass door slid open, then closed, foot steps coming near his person. He didn't open his eyes though. He had no compulsion to.

"Bakugou?" Fuck. Of course! Why not torture him? Bring that shitty haired shit-fuck out with that beautifully stupid voice to check on him!

"You okay, man?"

"Go away..." He mumbled lowly, almost a hushed whisper.

"Why'd you run off? Everyone wants to know."

"Fuck off..." He tightened his grip on the bar.

Kirishima set something on the blond's lap. Curious, Bakugou cracked his eyes open, casting his gaze down to his lap. It was the red and gold box. He looked over to Kirishima who was sat down next to him, criss crossed and smiling. Fuck that smile.

"Merry Christmas!" He chirped. Bakugou stared at him, his chest tightening, his breath held, eyes expanded. The porch light illuminated the red head in the dark, making him seem brighter, softer even. Kirishima's eyes scrunched into a smile. "What're you waiting for, man! Open it!"

He shook himself of his funk and looked back down at the box. He quickly shoved the wrapped candy bar into the other's hands and looked away, blushing lightly.

"This for me?" No response. Kirishima shrugged and began to unwrap it. Bakugou quickly did the same, ripping the paper up, discarding the bow, only to land at a lightly taped box with a couple scribbles of bombs and a mushroom cloud, "boom" written around it a couple times. Dispute his nature, Bakugou carefully tore the tape off and opened the box flaps.

"Oh cool!" Kirishima exclaimed. "Screw pizza, I'm eating this for dinner!" He laughed, sending a tingling feeling through the ash blond's chest. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he reached into the box.

Whatever it was, it was heavily covered in newspaper. He took each paper off of it, slowly figuring out that it was round on top and had a clunkier, circular, base. He removed the last two pieces and-

"Tada!" Kirishima sang. "Its a snow globe!" He scanned it over. It had a snowy mountain as the center piece with a few grass like textures surrounding it, covered in the fake snow.

"Its Mt. Fuji! You told me you wanted to climb it one day. Here," Kirishima took the globe from his hands and shook it. "Its snowing on Mt. Fuji!" He giggled childishly. He couldn't help it. That laugh, that fucking laugh, was so contagious. Bakugou broke out into a snorted laugh himself, catching the other off guard. But either way, he kept laughing. They laughed together.

Then it died down. Bakugou looked back up in silence. Kirishima handed the globe back and did the same.

"So do you like it?"

"Huh?" Bakugou turned back to the red head. Then he noticed just how close they both were. His face was right in front of his. His face was on fire. Kirishima kept his grin in tact, looking Bakugou dead straight into the eyes.

He swallowed nervously. "I said do you like it?" He couldn't comprehend what he had just said. His heart was pounding into his ear drum loudly. His breath caught in his lungs like a cage trapping a crab in its clutches. Kirishima stood out boldly from the dark night sky, the light aiding as an effective helper.

Every feeling, the cold, the warmth in his chest and face, the pressure on his lungs lifting, it all disappeared. Everything around him was blocked out, it was only Kirishima now. Just Kirishima. It made his breath shake.

He took a savory long look at his beautiful features. His now gelled up hair, sharp to the touch. His soft happy lips. Those pointed, red as red can be, diamond shaped eyes. Cute scar. Strong jawline. Smooth face. Weirdly big ears. Aquilline nose. Tanned skin. Perfect. Just..... Perfect.

"Kirishima," He blurted his real name. Not "Shitty hair" not "Dumbass". Kirishima. "Can I... Can I tell you something?" He asked, slightly nervous.

"What is it, bro?"

He maintained eye contact. He never wanted to look away. "I think..." He leaned in. "I think I'm.... I'm..." He took a deep deep deep breath, releasing it through it his nose calmly.

"Baku-?"

He launched himself forward. Their lips connected into a surprised kiss. At first, Bakugou didn't know what to do, being his first kiss and all. But he figured he should keep it going, deepening it. Tongues wrestling together. Saliva mixing. Heat radiating.

Kirishima melted into it, not at all resisting. He liked it, honestly. He searched for Bakugou's hand and took it in his, tangling his finger into his. Bakugou cupped his other hand onto Kirishima's cheek, thumb brushing against his jawline.

This went on for half a minute more before they broke apart for air. Hearts pumping, lungs gasping, eyes staring into each other.

They stayed there.

Until Bakugou realised what he had just done. He pushed himself away, embarrassed. "Shit...." He cursed. "SHIT. I'm sorry."

"No..." The red head chuckled. "Its... Okay. I, um... Damn..."

He covered his mouth with his hand, smiling wider that he'd ever smiled before behind it. "I-I liked it..." He breathed.

"You did?"

"...yeah."

Bakugou moved back to his previous spot, looking down at the red head's hand, wanting to desperately hold it in his. "It was nice." Kirishima reminisced.

Bakugou gritted his teeth, flushed even darker. He squeezed his eyes shut. "I... I'M SHIT FACED IN LOVE YOU, ASSHOLE!" He blurted without control.

Then quickly covered his mouth. Why did he say that!? "Shit shit shit! I-"

He was interrupted by the other's leading lips. This time, it was like a fernace. Hot, yet cozy. He loved this, there was no lying. He just....

He loved this.

Kirishima broke the kiss this time. He rested his forehead on Bakugou's. "I love you, too."

"You d-"

"I've loved you since the first time we met. Call me cliché, but it was almost like love at sight." He smiled.

Bakugou stayed silent. He had no idea what to do. Kirishima grabbed the globe from Bakugou's lap and set it aside, doing the same with the chocolate bar. He pulled the blond into a soft comforting hug.

"Dispute your shitty attitude and overwhelming pride, I think you're a cool person." He whispered into his ear. "You're also cute. Can't lie there. I admire your strong will. Determination. How you don't let others pin you down with discouraging and mean spirited words. I like-love- all those traits of yours."

Bakugou was stunned. What can he say after that?

Kirishima slowly pulled away. "Um... Do you wanna maybe... Go on a date wit-"

"Yes." He didn't even have the chance to finish his question before Bakugou cut in.

"O-okay. Good. Um... Do you wanna go back inside now? Get warmed up...?"

"No. They'll probably ask what the shit we were just yelling about." Bakugou mumbled.

"Right..."

"Thanks for the snow globe."

"Thanks for the chocolate bar."

"Um.... Merry Christmas... Dumbass."

"Merry Christmas, Bakugou."

They smiled at each other, a wave of happiness and content washing over. Kirishima reached for the candy bar and held it up for the other to see. "Wanna share?"

Bakugou shook his head. "Yeah. Give me a corner piece, you fucktwat."

"I'll give you a side piece." He broke off a small rectangle of chocolate from the side of the huge bar.

"You ass! I said corner!" Bakugou laughed.

"Too bad, so sad!" Kirishima laughed.

The two stayed there until it was time to leave. They grabbed whatever gifts the others had for either of them, left the electric teen's house, walking out into the night together.

Holding hands.

Smiling.