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Bakugo was /pissed/.
That much was obvious by the holes being seared into the back of Kirishima’s head all day.
Kirishima ran away after saying something embarrassing, and hasn’t had the chance to talk to Bakugo since.
Truth is.. Kirishima has a /massive/ crush on Bakugo. He can’t get over how strong and manly he is. He’s always fighting for what he wants and doesn’t take shit from anyone. His explosive personality is so /alpha/ and also /extremely/ hot.
It doesn’t help that he’s extremely pretty with his manic grin and gruff yell. The way he moves around the training field with his quirk and his sweat and wild demeanor...
it stirs something within Kirishima. He admires him... in more ways than one.
Kirishima had blurted out that he only only likes alphas. Their conversation had nothing to do with their secondary genders at all!
Bakugo hasn’t said said anything since then, instead chose to glare daggers into him from a distance.
Every time Kirishima smiled or waved at him, he would turn around or stomp off.
Kirishima is starting to get worried.
Why did he do that? Bakugo probably hates him now. Oh god, he probably /knows/ he’s crushing on him now.
What was he thinking? Bakugo is an alpha, what makes him think he’d have a chance with him? He probably likes omegas or betas. Someone as perfect as Bakugo? He could get /anyone/.
A hand grabs onto his shoulder, tearing him away from his thoughts.
“Man, I’m surprised you’re still standing with how hard he’s been staring at you” Sero squeezes his shoulder sympathetically.
They’re in the common room after their classes ended. A few other students are mulling about in their own little groups. Bakugo had left to go to the kitchen and possibly cook something, relieving Kirishima of his dangerous glare for the first time all day.
Denki jumps in front of Kirishima to gain his attention.
“What’d you do to piss off kaachan?”
Kirishima rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly.
“It’s that obvious, huh?”
The electric omega gapes at him.
“What do you mean ‘obvious’? The tension between you two is so thick I’d need a steak knife to cut through it! What did you do to make him so angry?”
The collected beta raises an eyebrow and stands next to Denki.
“He’s typically calmest around you, too, bro. I’d be surprised in someone /didn’t/ notice.”
Kirishima’s looks at the floor as his face turns a little pink.
“I-I’m not entirely sure, to be completely honest.”
Denki hums.
“Well if you wanna save your skin, you better run now. Blasty is coming over now.”
Kirishima’s head jerks up in shock, and sure enough, Bakugo is storming his way over to them.
“Good Luck,” Denki whispers, and then quickly moves out of the way with Sero.
Kirishima swallows hard and watches as Bakugo comes to a stop in front of him, fists balled and brows furrowed with a deeper scowl than usual.