Secrets

Self taught

The remainder of the day was substituted by All Might in the courtyard, a pair of two set to train willingly from one another.
As expected Sero partnered with Kaminari as he knew for a definite they would go easy on eachother.
On the other hand, the same couldn't be said for Bakugou and Kirishima.
Kirishima had been knocked down several times now and was beginning to weaken.

"Just because we're dating doesn't mean I go easy on you Kiri!" Bakugou laughed boldly, having his blazer sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing a series of scars from the previous battle in the indoor playing yard gained not too long ago.
That burn had luckily healed and could now no longer be noticed without focusing.

"I didn't expect you to!" Kirishima replied, supporting himself up.

He had his blazer tied around his waist tightly, and his hair held back by a bandana, having the soft flicks of fire red spiking out the back.

"Then impress me already~" Bakugou teased.

Kirishima grinned and set his sights upon Bakugou, lifting his arms and therefore slamming them into the concrete.
The floor beneath cracked instantly in submission.
It was almost a turn on.

"Not bad" he said, looking to the chipped pavement that stopped just in front of him

"Really?" Kirishima giggled "I've been working on it for awhile"

"Yeah mate, cool as hell... though I suggest you change your footing a little" he advised, walking to his side and crouching by his legs, repositioning them to better grip the grounds surface.

"Oh? Alright 'coach'" Kirishima smiled

"Don't complain shitty hair! You didn't get 1st place in the sports festival did you?" He snapped back, standing and patting his friends back.

"No, but at least I didn't have to be tied to a concrete pillar" Kirishima laughed, having his arms firmly gripped.

"Keep them tucked in, to protect your gut" he suggested, walking past only to counteract with an uppercut against the stomach.

Initially Kirishima was forced to withhold a yelp as his attacker walked back to the opposite end of the yard, cooing "I did warn you" from his tender lips.

"Mother fucker" Kirishima coughed, grinning.

"Naughty little thing" he thought seductively.

Adjusting his blazer around his waist he smirked and darted forward, attempting to strike the boy while having his back turned.
However, Bakugou was too fast, at the last moment pulling to one side, seizing Kirishima's arm with one hand, gripping the back of his neck with another and driving him into the wall head first.

Not that it hurt, he flinched anyway, a sharp chipping sound vibrating as if two rocks had collided together.

"Why are you going easy on me?" Bakugou asked, neither letting go on forcing his arm behind his back uncomfortably to restrain his posture to a squirming motion.

"O-Ow! I'm not!" Kirishima yelped

"Aha, right" Bakugou growled, releasing him pathetically "I've seen you fight, you honestly can't be this bad"

"Hey! That's insulting!" Kirishima laughed slightly.

"That's what I was aiming for" Bakugou replied "now try harder-"

Before he could finish Kirishima broke from the remaining hold and swung round, having his fist quirked while it collides with the tip of his lovers nose.

Not exactly expecting the attack Bakugou stumbled back, Kirishima taking advantage and tripping him up up swiftly with a keen swipe to the calf.
Landing on his rump Bakugou held tight to his nose, dumbfounded.
And as Kirishima composed himself, cunningly sliding a strand of lose hair from his Perivial vision, he proudly stood there.

"Keep your eyes on the hands not the lips darling" he cooed back with just as much ambitious that Bakugou had earlier portrayed.

Bakugou stared up blankly, neither a smile not a frown to his lips.
The way the sun shined amongst Kirishima's hair just managed to remind him how much he truly admired him.
How on countless occasions before their confessions when they'd duel amongst one another, laughing and smiling, pushing eachother to their limits for mere enjoyment.
And how the constant need to be with him had driven him reckless.

After awhile of silence Kirishima turned to a concerned expression and reached down encouragingly.

"Hey...are you okay? I didn't burst your nose did I?" He asked

Bakugou blinked and pulled his hand away, no instinctive bleeding as he took the open palm and stood.

"In your dreams" he grinned "didn't half hurt though, I'll give you that"

"Again, heh...I've been practicing" Kirishima smiled back, taking the bandana from his forehead.

The two laughed it off and proceeded training, the time to depart soon arriving as they parted to their dorms.

"How about we have a movie night?" Ashido suggested to the four male incompetence striding.

"Yeah!" Kaminari smiled

"There a new series of City, City, murder out tonight!" They both cheered eagerly.

"Isn't that your shitty anime you like watching?" Bakugou growled aloud

"You do listen!" Ashido smiled brightly, not realising the insult as Kaminari had.

Kirishima smiled and watched how she handles Bakugou's stubbornness, much like how she could so easily handle them money stealing bullies in highschool.
A rock took him down yet she avoided all violent confirmation and won with everyone smiling.

The memory made him sneer and look away, his fist clentch and a slight unintentional activation of his quirk.
She was what made him feel worthless, unworthy...and she dare call herself his friend.
He vowed to become a Hero she could not twist to her will like some object she possesses.