Katsuki hears the snickers of Kirishima's little friends and how they keep looking at him. He isn't stupid; he admits, never out loud of course, that he may not be the best at social cues but he's sure as hell not stupid. He doesn't know what game Kirishima is playing at but it's starting to piss him off. Just a little bit. He doesn't have time for them and he definitely doesn't have time for their stupid little games.

The lunch bell rings and he grits his teeth together as he hears them giggling like a bunch of school girls. I don't gotta take their shit. Fuck 'em. Sauntering up to Kirishima, he slings the backpack over his shoulder and tries to look as disinterested as possible.

"I don't feel like eating with you bunch of neanderthals so don't bother to wait up for me." A hurt expression washes over Kirishima for a brief second before he returns to his normal cheerful self; for that brief second though, Katsuki feels a pang in his heart but he pushes it back down. He refuses to look like a fool. So naturally, he refuses to fall into whatever Kirishima and his lame friends have planned.

And that's how he finds himself in the kitchen of the dorm building with Uraraka sitting across from him. He tries to focus on his bowl of tantanmen but is steadily growing more irritated by the second.

"What're you staring at Roundface?" She pouts and crosses her arms, "Would your mom be proud to see how rude you are?" Katsuki snorts and eats another bite of his lunch.

"Lady, you should be glad you haven't met my mom." She returns to snacking on her dried squid dejectedly and for a moment, Katsuki eats in peace until he spies Uraraka staring at him with a puzzled look. He inwardly screams and prepares himself for more pointless and awkward small talk, surprising himself on how much patience he has for the day. Knowing if it was just about anyone else, he would've stormed off by now.

"So why aren't you with your friends?"

"What friends?" He pauses, taking another bite, "I don't have any friends."

"Then what is Kirishima to you?" Katsuki nearly chokes on his lunch, "And Ashido, Kaminari and Sero? You're always with them. Seem like friends to me." she retorts back with a shrug.

"That's because they're a bunch of losers and don't know the meaning of personal space, even if it fuckin' kicked 'em in the face." Uraraka nods thoughtfully.

"Wouldn't that, like, be the opposite of personal space though?"

"Shut up."

"Are you guys fighting?" Katsuki sets down his chopsticks and regards her with his infamous glare. Instead she takes that as encouragement to continue on with her rambling.

"Or is it something else?" As much as he tries to fight it, his heart starts to flutter as his mind conjures up a smiling Kirishima. Katsuki swallows thickly and clenches his fist under the table, wishing that he could make people explode with his mind.

"No." His response is too late and Uraraka's eyes light up. Not with mischief he notes, but of pure unadulterated excitement.

"Oh my God," she breathes and leans away from the counter with her smile growing, "Who is it?" I just wanna eat my fucking lunch in peace dammit. Why must I be surrounded by assholes?

"Who is what?" She rolls her eyes and gently slams her hands back on the counter with exasperation.

"Who do you like?"

"I don't like anyone. Fuck off." This time his reply comes too quickly and her grin grows still. Is her dad the fucking Cheshire Cat or sumthin'? No way possible for some dumbass to smile this much.

"It's Ashido isn't it?"

"Fuck no, I told you I don't li-"

"Kaminari!" He rolls his eyes and wishes that her quirk included not being able to talk or just not having a mouth in general.

"Hell no! Listen here you dimwit-"

"Kirishima!" Katsuki feels blood rush up to his ears and massages his temples. Don't explode her. Don't explode her. It's not worth going to prison over some lame girl.

"Uraraka I'm literally going to kill you."

"It's Kirishima!" She squeals, dancing away from the counter top, "Oh my God! That's so cute! You guys look so perfect together!"

"No. We're not-" Katsuki sighs "There's nothing between us, dipshit."

"You said that there's nothing between you two but you didn't deny that you don't like him!"

"You are by far, the most fuckin' annoying creature in this damn world." She gives him a smug grin this time.

"If you tell me, I'll leave you alone. Plus! Maybe I can help you!" All Might's words of accepting other's help echoes through Katsuki's mind and before he can stop himself he admits it.

"Okay, so maybe I do? Now kindly fuck off before I kick your ass again." Uraraka giggles and claps her hands excitably. Katsuki mentally kicks his own ass for just admitting who he liked. Well, I guess it could've been Deku. Then I'd have to kill him afterwards. So maybe it sucks that I didn't tell him.

"Ohhhh, I knew it! You have to tell him!"

"Why the hell would I bother telling him?" She raises an eyebrow quizzically and cocks her head to the side.

"Uhh, because it's ob-" Iida rushes into the room and sternly reminds them that class is about to begin in ten minutes. Katsuki glares down at his barely touched lunch and dumps it in the trash.

"You owe me more tantanmen Roundface." He mutters as he slouches off to class.

"My face isn't even that round!" He hears her shout after him.

He isn't entirely sure about Kirishima's sudden shift of personality but it's pissing him off. He'd have to be blind not to notice the way that Kirishima starts to stammer around him and tries to slink away like he's done something wrong. Hell, for all Katsuki knows, maybe Kirishima did do something wrong. Wrong enough not to tell him though? Must be pretty severe. He likes to at least think that after Kirishima found out about his nightmares that Kirishima would have the common sense to come to Katsuki if he needs something. Sure, he may be blunt about it but deep down, he does care. Maybe too much for his own good. Look where this has gotten me. Nowhere. Absolutely fucking nowhere. Not that he was trying to get anywhere with Kirishima in the first place. Why would he bother in trying to pursue something when the other has no reciprocated feelings? Plus, he has no time for that romance bullshit. The feelings will pass he tells himself every night as he stares up at the ceiling listening to the soft snores of Kirishima next to him.

One night he wakes up to find the bed cold. He's in Kirishima's room and that blasted air conditioner is going to be roundhouse kicked soon. There's nothing more that he hates than to be cold. Well actually, it's a close third. The top two are Deku and Todoroki of course. In that specific order. The light from the bathroom leaks onto the balcony and he spies Kirishima laying down on the floor of his balcony.

"The hell is he doing?" Swinging his legs over the bed, he groggily makes his way outside. Katsuki tries to get Kirishima to talk but the red head clearly doesn't want to talk so instead he sits down next to him and they fall into a comfortable silence.

"Y'know, sometimes it's so easy to get lost in something so stunning," Kirishima says after awhile, "It's crazy that we live under something so... humbling and instead we ignore it half the time. Gotta make you think about what else we're missing out in the world." Katsuki doesn't bother looking up at the stars and instead finds himself lost in Kirishima. He feels his heart quicken as Kirishima's lips pull into a beautiful smile as he continues to look up into the night sky, he finds himself smiling softly. I am so fucked.

"...Yeah."

How did Katsuki end up in a dark closet with Kirishima less than a foot away is a mystery that he will probably never find out because he is currently five seconds away from spontaneous combustion. He counts the seconds in his head- making small talk was never a strong forté for Katsuki and all attempts he made earlier just seemed to be shut down or just laughed off awkwardly.

Out of habit, he finds himself getting closer to Kirishima. Close enough for their arms to brush against one another; something that Katsuki always found interesting was how Kirishima managed to keep such soft skin even with his hardening quirk. Katsuki smells the soft and subtle earthy undertones of Kirishima's cologne. A scent that he's learned to find comfort in these past few weeks.

He's been around Kirishima long enough to be able to read him like the back of his hand and notices that something is wrong with the red head.

"Hey." His own gruff voice cuts through the silence and he feels slightly bad for startling poor Kirishima.

"Yeah Bakugo?" Katsuki leans forward, reaching towards the boy's forehead to check if he's burning up because he's sure as hell not acting himself and the only other conclusion Katsuki can reach is that he's coming down with the flu or something. He's slightly taken aback when Kirishima suddenly stands up and bolts out of the closet when it opens. Leaving him with a heavy heart as he watches the quickly retreating figure of Kirishima.

"What did you do to him in there?! He looks like you murdered a dog in front of him or something!" Uraraka hisses in his ear as soon as she dragged him away from the rest of the students. Katsuki glances back over at Kirishima's group of friends and when they all make eye contact, they quickly look away. He huffs and shrugs.

"I don't know. He looked shitty since this stupid shit happened."

"What shit?" Katsuki vaguely gestures to the living room behind them.

"This shitty party," He crosses his arms and scrunches his nose, "I didn't do a damn thing. I told you earlier that I fucking wouldn't." She groans and shakes her head.

"You need to go and talk to him!"

"Why? You said so yourself that it looked like I killed a damned dog in front of him. Logically I'd be the last fucking person he'd wanna see." Uraraka starts to push him towards the elevators.

"Jesus, you're heavier than you look. Just... go talk to him dammit!"

"Fucking fine. Just don't touch me, damn punk."

After checking in with Kirishima he can't help but to laugh quietly as he watches the boy sleep. You idiot, why didn't you tell anyone that you're lactose intolerant? His hand seems to have a mind of its own as it tentatively reaches out and brushes Kirishima's hair from his face. Katsuki realizes what he does and quickly retracts his hand, blushing.

As Katsuki lays in bed, for once the ticking of the clock and Kirishima's snores keep him up. A wave of anger bubbles up in his chest and he clenches his jaw. There should be no need for me to fuckin' rely on this shit. I know there's something going on between him and his fucking friends. I'm just gonna end up lookin' like a little bitch in the end. This shit gotta stop. As much as he wants to scream and shout and cry in frustration- he can't. Because every time he peaks over at the sleeping form of Kirishima, he finds himself calmed. He's had growing suspicions ever since he saw Kirishima bathed in the gentle moonlight but now he can safely and firmly say that he's in completely and utterly in love with his best friend.

Author's Note

I know this chapter is shorter than usual but I'll make up for it with the next chapter and I have an one shot in the progress too. I also know that this is basically just a recap from the last chapter but I think it should be pretty important to see how Bakugo is faring with everything. I couldn't really add anything too important because I have everything planned for the next chapter so the past few days just consisted of me drinking angrily out of my smoothie staring at the blank page as the text cursor kept blinking on with disappointment. Also, I like to think that after the sports festival Bakugo and Uraraka get a long really well. Not a total BROTP, but a softer version of it? That's pretty much it for now. Next chapter should be up soonish, I'll probably upload the one shot before the next chapter but we'll see how everything turns out. Until then, fairwinds.