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[dynamight]

[Unfortunately, the smirk Midoriya may like to see is hidden by the arm of the couch, though at least the edges of it just barely find Bakugou's eyes.]

Don't give a shit.

[Kirishima only glances back at him when something crazy happens anyway, looking like an expectant puppy. Otherwise, the boy is leaned all up on him, and it's not like he can see around the stupid ass hair anyway. To make the most of it, he uses the back of Kirishima's shoulders as a prop for his arm when texting.]

You and balloon girl got a thing going on? She's almost in your lap.

[Real rich coming from shark infested waters over here.]

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[ Midoriya's doing a rather impressive impression of a strawberry, all red cheeks and green hair, huddling down into the couch to text. ]

Shut up, she is not.

[ She, and Iida, are both very close and Midoriya is nothing if not a certified bisexual disaster who loves his friends a lot and has no game, at all, whatsoever. He absolutely sees the way Bakugou's lounging on Kirishima, though, and gives him a very intentional once over, with a look at Kirishima. Kirishima notices and Midoriya freezes and then gives what's a very unconvincing smile mouthing good movie!!!. Blessedly, Kirishima doesn't question it. ]

Stones and glass houses or something, Kacchan.

[dynamight]

[The reply offers a lot of amusement, but it's the fact when he peeks over the couch arm to see some of Midoriya's red face that he really gets some entertainment. He's even more smug when Midoriya tries to hassle him only for Kirishima to see.]

Hope jet legs doesn't stick his hand in the popcorn bowl for your dick instead of her.

[His eyes peer wolfishly over the side of the couch, not looking away unless he has to keep texting. Teasing Midoriya is, like, the best thing in the world.]

You gonna kiss her during the movie? Do you even know how to fucking kiss a girl?

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[ Oh, god. Midoriya makes a noise at the idea of it and promptly steals the blanket off the back of the couch like it's a shield he can use against Bakugou's teasing. ]

You are the actual worst??? Genuinely.

[ That's NOT A COMPLIMENT, Bakugou, even if he's probably going to take it as one. Midoriya gives him a look over the top of his phone, squinting. Kissing Kirishima is probably as close to frenching a shark as you get, he figures. ]

Why, do you want tips??

[dynamight]

Thanks, nerd. Why are you getting so worked up?

[Midoriya wasn't wrong; Bakugou assumes it's a compliment. Or, well, he takes it that way because being the Actual Worst is great. That's his quirk, being an asshole.]

I thought you fucking might need some.

[His eyes lift back over the couch, and they're practically grinning, especially since Midoriya has retreated into the blanket.]

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I'm NOT.

[ He says super convincingly, knowing that he's absolutely shit at lying about this. It feels like a loss, huddling under his blanket while Bakugou grins at him, Midoriya makes a face in response, rolling his eyes. ]

I don't need any tips on kissing.

[ Whether that's because there's no chance of anyone kissing him or because he's good at it remains to be seen. Has Bakugou kissed people? Midoriya had always assumed Bakugou was ahead of him in everything but in the least mean way possible he's ... not really sure Bakugou has. ]

[dynamight]

Oh yeah?

[It says he's typing something else, but Kirishima again turns to bust into his personal space, excited, and he has to stop and put his phone down while he's assaulted. He shoves a hand into the boy's face and then tries to push the head down, muttering and hissing curses, something about paying attention to the fucking movie and not worrying about him.

This moron. He's going to flip the guy over the back of the couch.

The rest of whatever Bakugou was going to say doesn't come for several long minutes, and he doesn't even glance over at Midoriya like he had been doing.]

Don't need any tips cause you never kissed anybody?

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[ Can't even sit still for five minutes Uraraka sighs, and Iida waves his hand back and forth like a director calling action, chastising them for distracting from the movie until the others "shhh" him for being the one to talk which makes him sit back down, cowed.

Only once everyone has settled again does Bakugou back to his phone and Midoriya does the same, typing, deleting and retyping a response. ]

You know someone can't be the best at kissing because it's a wholly objective rating right?

[ This can't ALSO be a competition. ]

[dynamight]

The hell you can't. [It's a competition. He's Bakugou; of course it is.] Sounds like something someone who can't fucking kiss would say.

You must be the shittiest kisser in world.

[At least now, there's no major disturbance during the movie except for the periodic whoop of excitement from the action that happens. Mostly from shark teeth and Pikachu, though darker parts get Tokoyami to lean forward. Revelry in the dark and all that.]

[pacifisting]

Comparitively we're all pretty bad kissers, probably, but we have plenty of time to get better.

[ It's an absolutely bullshit response trying to deflect because the last thing he wants in the world is for anyone to see that he's talking about kissing via text with Bakugou; they'd never let them live it down.

Midoriya focuses on the movie for a bit, trying to at least pretend like he's paying attention. He fails after a few moments, unsurprisingly. ]

There's not even a way to have a rating system! Or a way to measure "being good at it".

[dynamight]

[Likewise, Bakugou is trying to do the same. Thankfully, he's got Kirishima's back and the end of the couch, so he lucked out. But keeping under wraps the fact he's chatting to Midoriya of all people about kissing--having an argument no less--would be something he couldn't live down.]

Dumbass.
The rating system is when the damn person you're kissing keeps kissing you.
Or turns as red as you did earlier when you were talking about Uraraka.

[This is now a challenge, and he isn't going to let it go. RIP.]

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[ He'd probably win the argument if he did make a point about them discussing what they're discussing but it'd also be a nightmare because he'd never live it down and Bakugou would be pissed so he holds back. ]

Well, no one has complained, so.

[ He's still blushing furiously because his body is set on betraying him but he's texting something else after some furious searching. ]

ANYway

same face. ]

[dynamight]

[Look, he's an asshole and he's stupid, but he's not an idiot. The meme is hilarious, but it doesn't get anything out of him except the harsh narrowing of his eyes.]

DONT TRY TO CHANGE THE FUCKING SUBJECT
What the fuck do you mean no one has complained?

Deku
Who the fuck have you kissed???

[HM. Mistakes.]

[pacifisting]

[ Death would almost be kinder than being interrogated by Bakugou. ]

I mean no one has complained!!

And that's none of your business. Who have YOU kissed???

[dynamight]

[Bakugou glares at his phone. He glares at Midoriya up over the arm of the couch. He glares at his phone again. Then he glares at the television.

He hates this. But worse, he hates losing challenges and bets. He hates backing down or being scared. He hates the idea of Midoriya having accomplished more than him, especially sooner, and he has a point to prove.]

The dumbass sitting beside me and the dumbass sitting beside you.

[pacifisting]

[ It's the perfect plan! They're both pretty private people so there's no way that Bakugou's just going to tell him and they'll drop this conversation and it'll be fine and --

Shit.

Midoriya has absolutely no poker face; he stares at Kirishima, and then whips his head around to Iida and Uraraka trying to decide which one he means by dumbass. Give him a few minutes, he's processing. Fair's fair, he supposes, but he didn't think he'd actually have to fess up. ]

Two people you don't know, probably? From back home. Someone from here but I don't know if they want me to say so I shouldn't.

...You kissed Uraraka???

[dynamight]

That isn't fair you fucking coward.

SHUT THE HELL UP
She kissed me and it was fucking awful.
I don't think she wanted to so it was stupid.
Don't fucking tell her I told you.
It wasn't even a real fucking kiss anyway.

[Now he just feels cheated out of information, and he slumps further into the couch so the only thing visible is the top of his explosion of blond hair. Kirishima glances at him, but he won't acknowledge the look, and Kirishima thankfully goes back to the movie at the sight of Bakugou's grumpy expression.]

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I mean, I'll tell you who the two were but I really, seriously doubt you know them? And I'm pretty sure it only happened because of UA.

[ Why would Uraraka kiss him if she didn't want to? He sneaks a look at her, but she's huddled on the couch, watching the movie and smiling. ]

I wouldn't tell her, I'm just surprised, really. It makes sense, though. She thinks you're amazing, too!

[ And loud, and kind of an asshole but she does like him and Midoriya's glad for that because Bakugou is awesome, if a loud asshole awesome person. ]

[dynamight]

Are you listening dumbass?
That isn't why she fuckin kissed me.
I wasn't the one she wanted to kiss.
Trust me I could fucking tell.

[The shame of it hits the already low limit of his Irritated meter. It feels like a sham, honestly. Getting a kiss that didn't exactly mean it, being swindled out of secrets and getting nothing in return. Not even a victory.

Shoving gently against Kirishima's back, he stands up and swings a hard right around the couch to keep going, refusing to look at anyone. Kirishima because he doesn't want to see the disappointment of his abandonment. Midoriya because he doesn't want to see the worried apology.

He keeps going without stopping, pace brisk and hands shoved down into the pockets of his sweatpants. At least the trajectory of his path doesn't seem to be leaving for the stairs or his room.]

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[ Midoriya reads it a half-dozen times before it really hits him and then he's back to giving Uraraka a sideways look; she doesn't notice, but before he can decide on what he's going to do or not do, Bakugou's getting up and leaving. Kirishima looks worried for a moment meeting Midoriya's eyes and then Midoriya hauls himself up off the couch mouthing Let me.

Bakugou didn't run but he still has long legs and Midoriya has to jog a little to catch up to him, down the hallway until he sees Bakugou's slouched form striding down the hall. ]

Kacchan-

[dynamight]

[He keeps going for several more steps, but then, surprisingly, he stops and cants his head to the side without turning around or looking back. He doesn’t acknowledge Midoriya aside from the sheer fact he didn’t keep going until he was gone.

Without saying anything, he waits to see what Midoriya will say instead. Choose your words carefully, Mini Might.

Bakugou meets challenges head on. When he won’t face Midoriya, and that in itself says a lot about how he’s feeling. Angry, but at himself. Hurt even. A little.]

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[ Midoriya stops when Bakugou does and gives the hall a cursory look. No one's around and there's no one that could be listening, which is a relief. The last thing that they need is someone overhearing this.

He runs over at least half a dozen different options in his head and none of them are good, because he doesn't know why Bakugou's upset. If he kissed Kirishima, then that was a good thing and it would overwrite Uraraka kissing him but not wanting to kiss him. Right? But what if he wanted Uraraka to kiss him and was upset she didn't want to kiss him?

His mind is just running in circles and he's getting nowhere, so he steels himself and inhales, holds and exhales unsteadily. ]

I still don't know how best to talk to you. I wish I did and it's...honestly a little embarrassing. I feel like I should be better at this. It's not like I haven't had plenty of practice.

[ Slowly, he takes another step forward, closing the distance between them. ]

I don't know what to say, Kacchan. I kind of wish it were as easy as a hug, or something even if that seems a little bit like cheating. I know it doesn't fix everything but it helps me feel better. I know that's probably not— it won't help.

[ Midoriya slouches against the wall in turn, arms crossed over his chest. He can't even offer to spar; they will both go too hard and he knows that even if he still itches for it. Tell me what to do, Kacchan. He can't say that, either, so he goes quiet, watching Bakugou, anxiety twisting at him. ]

[dynamight]

[Again, his head returns forward, but he is listening because he doesn’t interrupt, and he doesn’t leave. Despite the absolute hell he gives Midoriya, he understands the other boy is brains, is intelligent. He values the input even without thanks.

Slowly, he twists around in place to face Midoriya when the boy ventures up to him. His stare is steely and unreadable again, searching Midoriya’s face. He glances down the hall, waiting maybe, like he thinks someone else will appear to chase them down, but no one does. They believe too much in Midoriya’s strength, even the ones not physical.

His eyes shift back to Midoriya, though he’s still not saying a word, not even a threat for Midoriya not to touch him, especially not a hug. One hand rises, and the palm settles on the wall by Midoriya’s head. There is one small, final pause, and then no hesitation whatsoever. He commits to the act without retreat.

Bending around, he dips his head down and, surprisingly, kisses Midoriya right on the lips.]

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[ He's bracing to be yelled at. He's going to say the wrong thing and Bakugou is going to blow up on him because Midoriya can have years of experience talking with him but it means jack shit; somehow, half the time it's always wrong. He's accepted that, and knows it's a two way street but he wants to be better. Bakugou deserves better than Midoriya fumbling his way through friendship, doesn't he?

He's coming closer and Midoriya refuses to flinch at the hand suddenly by his head, but his shoulders square and he tenses, not quite certain what to expect. It's not an attack position, and he's not defending, either, he's just — close.

Is he supposed to say something? Apologize, but for what? He hasn't done anything wrong. Midoriya forces his back straight and looks up at him, waiting and there's no way to stop the startled noise he makes, Bakugou's lips pressed against his. His mind goes into overdrive, torn between figuring out why, how, why again. His lips are probably chapped. He probably tastes like that fizzy water and popcorn and that can't be good, right?

Worse: why? Bakugou's stopped being needlessly cruel so Midoriya doesn't think this is something just to spite him, but he doesn't know and it's killing him. Gently, he lifts a hand and places it at the center of Bakugou's chest, fisting in his shirt to hold him in case he decides to run. He's pulling back, though there's not far to go and his voice is quiet, low. ]

Why did you do that?

[dynamight]

[Likewise, Bakugou pulls back, but doesn't get very far with Midoriya's hand fisted in his shirt. The half-lidded eyes lift from Midoriya's mouth to Midoriya's eyes, almost searching again, and he doesn't say anything for a moment or two.]

Wanted to see what all the fuckin' fuss was Uraraka had been making about wanting to kiss you.

[The hand not against the wall lifts and catches Midoriya gently by the jaws, fingers squeezing the cheeks some. His gaze is scrutinizing, assessing.] That was garbage. I don't know why she wanted to kiss you. You do need fuckin' practice.

Kiss me like you mean it, you damn nerd. [He pulls Midoriya's face forward some, pulls the head away from the wall and slides the hand down over Midoriya's neck, without squeezing, when their lips connect again.

This time, he parts his lips to kiss Midoriya with a bit more hungry fervor.]