𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐌𝐡𝐚

Gakusode: Destroy the Boredom! Plus Ultra Style!

“How. Dare. You. Explosion Boy. I am not flabby,” he said as he pointed at the boy in front of him.

He sent a glare at the ash-blonde male, only to receive a narrowed gaze back. Suddenly, Bakugo's hand shot out and lifted Kaminari’s shirt above his stomach. Kaminari gasped.

“Sexual Harassment!” the boy hissed, ripping the clothing from the other boy's grasp before yanking it down over himself.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed. True to his words, Kaminari's lifted shirt revealed a flat stomach, a contrast to the slightly toned six pack that he once had before arriving in Winters-sensei's world.

Kirishima's eyebrows scrunched together. His mouth opened slightly, then closed it. Hesitantly, he looked down at his own shirt before slowly lifting it up slightly. The tone in his stomach was softer, and the six pack he had before was starting to disappear behind his stomach. He frowned lightly.

In the background, Kaminari was trying to lift up his friend's shirt, but every time he went in for an attack, Bakugo immediately parried his attempts. He groaned as the boy countered him again.

“Just lift up your shirt!” Kaminari yelled.

At the same time, Shoji and Tokoyami were passing through the living room. They gave Kaminari a look as they walked towards the direction of the front door, causing the yellow-haired boy to smile nervously.

Once they left, Kaminari turned back again towards Bakugo with a determined look.

“Pull up your shirt!”

“Like hell I will Dunce Face!”

Kaminari’s face morphed into a frown. Just as he was about to say something, Sero stood up, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, causing the yellow-haired boy to look at him. Sero gave him a small smirk before turning towards Bakugo.

“Oh come on Kaminari. You shouldn’t try to make the poor guy feel subconscious. He probably has some chub underneath his man boobs. Leave him be.”

“What?! I don’t have man boobs!” Bakugo raged.

Sero only shrugged in response, trying to suppress the cackle in his throat. “No, it’s okay man. No need to feel like you should lift up your shirt. You should be proud of what you look like. I’m sure girls will still come flocking to you, even with that double chin of yours.”

“Shut the fuck up tape arms!”

Bakugo growled in annoyance. Not wasting anytime, he lifted up his own shirt, the exposed skin showing a fully defined six pack and toned pecs. He smirked, seeing the look of disbelief on Kaminari’s face, although it soon dropped when he saw the same smirk plastered onto Sero’s face. Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“I’m not weak! Not like you morons!”

From next to him, Mina’s face curled into a repulsed expression. She got up from the couch, shaking her head at the group as she started to walk away.

“You guys are so dumb. I’m going to leave before I start losing brain cells.”

“You talk like you had any to begin with!”

Mina whipped around and gave Bakugo the middle finger. He gave two back.

Kirishima sighed, putting an arm over his face. Bakugo only rolled his eyes, leaving Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima to themselves.

Kaminari glanced at his downcast friend. Thinking back to the conversation with Mina, he hummed lightly, then his attention turned towards the kitchen. Now that he thought about it, maybe they should do something outside? Shrugging, the boy tapped Kirishima’s shoulder.