Red is not Supposed to mix With Red

Wait What

Bakugou's P.O.V
What the actual fuck? Holy shit what the fuuuck! Is he kissing me? No shit Sherlock. But why? The fuck! Kirishima backs up and looks at my face. I try to give him the most menacing glare I can do. Judging from his chuckle, it didn't work.

"What the fuck Shitty Hair!?" I scream while closing my eyes shut. I open them and I see him observing my face. I feel my face heat up even more (if that's possible) and I shield my face with my hands.

"What d'ya mean? The kiss?" Even though I can't see him, I can feel him smirk when he says the word kiss. I move my fingers so I can see him.

"Yes you mother fucker, the kiss." I mutter. Kirishima moves his body, and he sits back on the bed, swinging his legs over the edge. I think he's guessing that him moving would make me more comfortable. Yeah no. I still sit back against the wall, glaring at him through my fingers. He nervously laughs.

"Sorry it's just you looked kinda cute all annoyed and I just thought maybe you liked me and I definitely like you so I just- yeah." He avoids eye contact. I open my mouth in disbelief.

"Whoa wait, you like me? The fuck why? You're so nice and I'm, clearly, not! And you're so funny and energetic! You have a positive attitude like all the time! Why would you like me?" I ask while waving my hands around. He slowly moves his eyes to look at me.

"Well you're really passionate and you never give up. That's really admirable for people who are trying to be hero's. You try your best at everything. That's really cool." He says, staring at me the whole time. I move my hands away from my face and position myself into a ball next to him.

"Do you think you're not fucking admirable?" I question, side glancing at him. He sighs while giving a laugh.

"Truthfully, not really." He states like he's been through this conversation a million times in his head. I look at him with a confused expression.

"What the hell? Why not?" I yell. He looks at me with a surprised look. What do you think I'd say, 'yeah your right you suck.'?

"I mean I don't really have the best quirk and I'm definitely not the smartest guy, so I don't see how an average guy is admirable." He huffed.

"Your right." I say. He looks at me like he knew I was gonna say that. I angrily close my eyes. "You have something better. The want to forgive others. To give a second chance. The ability to accept others. The will to want to be nice to people. You have the best tolerance that I've ever seen. You make others laugh, even if you're sad. You push through any situation. I think that's pretty admirable Kirishima." I say. I make eye contact with him. He looks like he's about to cry.

"Oh shit! Sorry! As you can see I'm bad at this! I was trying to say something nice! To, you know, make you feel better? I knew I was bad, but to make you cry-" I get cut off with Kirishima's laugh. "Why are you laughing?" He looks at me and gives me a toothy grin.

"You did make me feel better! I just didn't expect anyone to say that about me!" He excitedly stares. Are you serious? You're literally respected by like everyone.

"Ok first off, you one of the coolest people I know. And second off, if I hear you talk badly about yourself ever again, I'll fucking murder you. Do you understand-" Kirishima kisses me again and I don't get to finish my sentence. "Why the fuck did you do that?" I hiss while dying inside at the fact I blushed darker then before.

"Cause you're cute when you're bossy." Kirishima closes his eyes and laughs.

"Well it looks like you're fucking better." I snarl. I glare away from him. All of a sudden the doors open.

"Oh Kirishima! Does Bakugou have fever?" Deku walks over to the bed. Ugh fuck you Deku.

"Huh? Does Bakugou have a- oh. Oh~" He turns his body to face me. He smirks at me. I shove a pillow in his face and push him down on the bed.

"T-The fuck are you doing here shitty nerd?" I hiss. He jumps a little at the stutter in my voice. He looks at me, then at Kirishima.

"I needed to get some aspirin. I got a headache during the match with Torodoki." He says while heading towards a drawer. He grabs a tiny bottle from it. He walks back hesitantly. "Uhm, are you ok Bakugou?" He asks. I'm bit caught off guard, and I stare at him for a moment.

"Fucking great." I spat out. He looks at me unconvinced. "Oh my god, Recovery Girl fucking healed me, you piece of shit." I huffed while leaning back. Deku looks at me, surprised that I answered him. "Are you gonna fucking leave? Or do you have other intentions?" I snap. He jumps back into reality and walks closer to the bed.

"Hmm do you want something Midoriya?" Kirishima asks.

"Uh well are you and uh I mean you two are close, what I'm trying to say well do you, are you-" I cut Deku off.

"Holy shit, can you please hurry the fuck up." I ask. He looks at me, and then looks at his feet.

"Are you guys uhm, dating?" Deku asks. I jolt up and straighten my back. My eye twitches. I'm about to scream at him, but then Kirishima starts talking.

"Yeah, why?" Kirishima calmly says. I turn to stare at him. Wait what?

Mmmm isn't that just great? Little sneaky snake Kiri? Little tsundere Bakugou? Little kiss? Embarrassed Midoriya? No just me? Alright. I might make Midoriya jealous or I'll have him date Torodoki. Don't know yet. Maybe both. Well hope you enjoyed, Sk8 out!!