[Everyone's difficult in their own way, you know. Look at their classmates! Kaminari's stupid, Mineta's a perv, Iida's so fucking serious, Tokoyami's a gothic dramatic, Deku's Deku, etc. Kirishima's one of the most friendly and amiable people in their class and yet even he can leave people worn out simply because they can't keep up with his passion or find the utter macho thing exhausting.
Difficult. And yet Bakugo's still not left the redhead to the wayside. Difficult doesn't mean impossible. He reaches up with his free hand and flicks the jutted lower lip for no reason other than he feels like touching him. He smirks at the musing comments from the other boy.] Stop thinking so hard about it. You're gonna give yourself a fucking aneurysm.
[Bakugo's expression flattens some when Kirishima goes out of his way to prove that he wasn't the picture of friendly during the exam. Really doesn't need the report, Shitty Hair. The finger on Kirshima's lip ends up flicking up and down on it.] You got in. Stop fucking freaking out over shit that doesn't matter anymore.
[Not that he's one to talk about not dwelling on weakness and mistakes of the past, but he certainly doesn't go gushing them on other people. The blonde shrugs off the muted concern before he leans forward to peer into Kirishima's eyes.] You showed everyone just how fucking strong you are and promised to be a hero who'd never break. Impressed the whole damn nation with your strength. And you're gonna fret over someone not liking the fact you dye and spike your hair?
[Just in case there are lingering haunts about that drifting around in Kirishima's head. Bakugo's gonna blast those away because the other hero doesn't need that shit in there. Right now, he'd rather the guy focus on what's going on in the room. Because talk about immature amusement over "capsicum" was definitely revealing some interesting feelings in his friend that Bakugo was curious about exploring. Mostly because he could already guess what they were. From the way his eyes drifted to the side to how his throat dipped in that swallow and the his cheeks flushed that crimson hue.
There were things about Kirishima that only he had, no one else. Apart from simply being the happy, energetic guy, Bakugo paid attention to his looks, noting the angle of his brows and the way his hair framed or outlined his face when it was up versus down. The complexion and texture of his skin, with only that little scar on his brow showing that for all his brick hardness, Kirishima was still soft, still human, warm and strong. A smile that was irritatingly attractive, made even more ironically charming since those sharp ass teeth of his could be seen as intimidating to many, and yet were simply part of the guy's features for Bakugo. Accenting him, the angles, the firmness, muscular like a fucking macho man and yet still approachable as a trusted, handsome hero. Kirishima drew people to him... Bakugo was irritated to find himself one of them, but now, seeing the reactions the other boy was having towards him, that competitive nature on the blonde was quick to jump forward and snatch it.]
How do you want me to say it? [He let his hand go, resting his chin in his palm again and regarding Kirishima with that little smirk again. A tiny spark or two popped on the surface of his palm, just shy of Bakugo's own cheek, and yet doing little more than flickering some light on his skin. Intimidating, threatening, alluring, being an attractive pain in the ass as he watched his friend scramble over his own feelings.] Kirishima...
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Date: 1/18/22 21:53 (UTC)Difficult. And yet Bakugo's still not left the redhead to the wayside. Difficult doesn't mean impossible. He reaches up with his free hand and flicks the jutted lower lip for no reason other than he feels like touching him. He smirks at the musing comments from the other boy.] Stop thinking so hard about it. You're gonna give yourself a fucking aneurysm.
[Bakugo's expression flattens some when Kirishima goes out of his way to prove that he wasn't the picture of friendly during the exam. Really doesn't need the report, Shitty Hair. The finger on Kirshima's lip ends up flicking up and down on it.] You got in. Stop fucking freaking out over shit that doesn't matter anymore.
[Not that he's one to talk about not dwelling on weakness and mistakes of the past, but he certainly doesn't go gushing them on other people. The blonde shrugs off the muted concern before he leans forward to peer into Kirishima's eyes.] You showed everyone just how fucking strong you are and promised to be a hero who'd never break. Impressed the whole damn nation with your strength. And you're gonna fret over someone not liking the fact you dye and spike your hair?
[Just in case there are lingering haunts about that drifting around in Kirishima's head. Bakugo's gonna blast those away because the other hero doesn't need that shit in there. Right now, he'd rather the guy focus on what's going on in the room. Because talk about immature amusement over "capsicum" was definitely revealing some interesting feelings in his friend that Bakugo was curious about exploring. Mostly because he could already guess what they were. From the way his eyes drifted to the side to how his throat dipped in that swallow and the his cheeks flushed that crimson hue.
There were things about Kirishima that only he had, no one else. Apart from simply being the happy, energetic guy, Bakugo paid attention to his looks, noting the angle of his brows and the way his hair framed or outlined his face when it was up versus down. The complexion and texture of his skin, with only that little scar on his brow showing that for all his brick hardness, Kirishima was still soft, still human, warm and strong. A smile that was irritatingly attractive, made even more ironically charming since those sharp ass teeth of his could be seen as intimidating to many, and yet were simply part of the guy's features for Bakugo. Accenting him, the angles, the firmness, muscular like a fucking macho man and yet still approachable as a trusted, handsome hero. Kirishima drew people to him... Bakugo was irritated to find himself one of them, but now, seeing the reactions the other boy was having towards him, that competitive nature on the blonde was quick to jump forward and snatch it.]
How do you want me to say it? [He let his hand go, resting his chin in his palm again and regarding Kirishima with that little smirk again. A tiny spark or two popped on the surface of his palm, just shy of Bakugo's own cheek, and yet doing little more than flickering some light on his skin. Intimidating, threatening, alluring, being an attractive pain in the ass as he watched his friend scramble over his own feelings.] Kirishima...