AU/Scenario: Hanahaki Disease                                                                                

Ship: Katsuki Bakugou x Eijirou Kirishima 

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"You're in love with him." Remarked Bakugou, in the middle of their study session. 

"Eh?? N-no, I'm not." The spiky red head stuttered out, staring a hole into his algebra homework. 

Sparks almost lit up the wooden table, setting their textbooks, laptops, and homework aflame. "DON'T YOU THINK I DON'T SEE YOU STARING AT STUPID DEKU IN CLASS? You gaze at him with these eyes and it's annoying as fuck." 

"Well, I can't help it! He's just so adorable and innocent..." Kirishima droned on and on about all the things he loved about the freckled boy. 

"Shut. The fuck. Up." A fluttering started up in his chest, like he needed to cough, badly. "I don't need you talking all cutesy about fucking Deku okay? Do your fucking homework."

He ruffled his spiky crimson hair with one hand as he growled in frustration. "Bakugou! We're having this stupid session for you to help me but you're not doing anything."

Now bursts of explosions actually came from the explosive quirked boy as he rose up. "You don't think I'm trying to help you, shitty hair? You're the stu-" 

Violent coughs came from deep inside his throat, not stopping until it was raw. A few red petals fluttered down to his stomach and he brushed them off, paying them no mind. 

Like all the other times, he picked the silky and slightly wet petals off his lap and disintegrated them using his quirk. Letting the ashes fall into the redhead's carpet silently. 

"So? Do you get this problem now?" The ashy blond haired student jabbed his finger violently at the assiduously working male. 

"Hm, yeah! I think I do. I'll do this problem myself!" Kirishima beams up at Bakugou and scribbled madly onto a spare sheet of notebook paper, occasionally looking up to check his notes from Bakugou's most recent lessons. 

After a few minuets of Bakugou fidgeting with the edge of the textbook pages and Kirishima's endless scratching and crossing out failed attempts, he finally shoved his paper at Bakugou. 

"I think I finally understand! Check it! Check iiit!!" 

The glowering student hero took the paper. 'Did he really do it?' His fast eyes scanned the paper, quickly deciphering Kirishima's messy handwritten numbers. 

"Hey, good job. You got em' right." Bakugou couldn't help but feel a burst of pride. 'I guess all the tutoring paid off.' 

Kirishima burst out in smiles, like a ray of pure sunshine. His arms enveloped Bakugou. "Ahh thanks so much Bakubro! I couldn't have done this without yoooou." 

Bakugou turned his head away, avoiding Kirishima's eyes. "Yeah, you're welcome dumbass..." His face unconsciously turned up in a smile as he gently patted Kirishima's surprisingly soft spikes. 

"Hey, do you use product to make your hair spiked?" He asked suddenly and sniffed at Kirishima. He could smell the faint scent of strawberries and lets out a small chuckle. 'I guess even the manliest men use strawberry shampoo.'

"Eh? Yeah, my hair isn't like yours so I have to. It takes a while every morning though." Kirishima leans close to the other's ear. "Wanna know a secret?" 

Bakugou flushed involuntarily and shoved Kirishima away. "Oi! Don't get so close stupid! And hurry up with that "secret" of yours! I don't have the fucking time to deal with you." 

In reality, he would spend every day, every hour with this idiot if he could. 'What's preventing me anyway?' He answers the question immediately. 

The crazy beating of his heart every time Kirishima came close, the hacking coughs every time Kirishima even mentioned the idiot Deku and doubt-

His thoughts were interrupted by a yelp of pain. 

Kirishima got up on his elbows, back to the floor. 

"Jeeze Bakubro, no need to be aggressive haha." He rubs his head. He had hit it when the ash blonde male pushed him back a little too hard. 

"Anyway, my secret is-"