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Finals week meant that that no one in their class was getting adequate sleep, everyone was coping in different ways.
Kirishima was kinda worried about his classmates in all honesty, but it was pretty hilarious nonetheless. Midoriya was hella honest when he was running only on energy drinks and determination.
He figured that he might as well use the opportunity to ask him the question that the majority of the class had been wondering for months.
As soon as the free period rolled by, Kirishima took the chance and struck with all his might.
“Hey, Midoriya!” He said loudly, noticing most of the class turn when they heard him speak. That was to be expected though, no one had really spoken above a quiet murmur for the past couple days.
Midoriya let out a small yawn as he turned to face him and Kirishima almost felt bad, the guy was too cute. He felt like this was a form of bullying.
“Yeah Kirishima, do you need anything?” Oh well, he’d gotten this far. Might as well persevere.
“I was just wondering why you’re willing to break all those bones while you fight. You break them with no concern for yourself! It’s kinda crazy.” If his loud voice hadn’t drawn everyone’s attention, then that question definitely did. Even Katsuki perked up a little bit, pretty much everyone was waiting for Midoriya’s response.
The guy just paused for a moment, Kirishima watched as his scarred, trembling hands brought the rim of a can of espresso up to his mouth. Midoriya took a long sip, as if to fortify himself, before answering in a deadpan voice that Kirishima didn’t even know he was capable to making.
“I’m a masochist.”
If the class hadn’t been silent before, it sure as hell was silent now.
Uraraka choked on her spit from somewhere to his right and he heard Todoroki’s pencil snap at his left, but all Kirishima could really do was stare.
It took a few seconds before it clicked and he couldn’t help but laugh, it drew a few stares but he really had to admit that that was a good joke. Sweet little Midoriya, curly hair, freckles, adorable smile, was a masochist? The juxtaposition was just funny!
“That’s a good one dude! But seriously, how can you manage to pull that off?”
Midoriya looked back up at him from where he was sitting in his seat and Kirishima noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “I’m telling you the truth, I don’t even think I’m capable of joking right now.”
The room fell into an awkward silence again, Iida readjusting his glasses for the seventh time in the past thirty seconds. A bead of sweat dripped down the back of Kirishima’s neck, he really shouldn’t have asked.
Desks squeaked as Bakugou pounced, grabbing Midoriya by his collar and yanked him out of his seat. The surprised squawk that he let out was completely justified, half the class had flinched too, he wasn’t the only one.
They watched at Bakugou got into Midoriya’s face, voice trembling in anger. “Don’t say freaky shit like that you little weirdo, you’re creeping everyone the fuck out.” Well he wasn’t wrong with that comment but he probably could’ve handled it better.
Kirishima was about to try and break it up when Midoriya responded with an “or what?” The challenge was evident in his tone and it felt as if the room’s temperature raised by a few degrees.
What was Midoriya trying to do?! Was he some kind of masoc-, oh wait, he was.
Bakugou just growled, hands smoking as the fabric of Midoriya’s uniform burned. “Or I’ll do some shit that’ll get me expelled.”
Ah, a threat.
The dead stare that Midoriya levelled Bakugou was enough for even Tokoyami to make a worried noise.
“You’ll do what? Hit me?” A slightly frantic laugh left Midoriya’s mouth and a thought occurred to Kirishima that if he’d just kept quiet that none of this would be happening. “Go ahead Katsuki,” the lack of a nickname was worrying, they all saw Bakugou’s eyes widen at that. “Go ahead and hit me, I’ll like it.”
Kirishima really wanted to laugh but he felt like it wasn’t appropriate.
Midoriya was dropped back into his seat immediately, he landed with a soft “oof” while Bakugou stared at his hands in horror.
Kirishima was about to try and fix the situation, fuck, it was his fault that it had even begun in the first place, but Iida beat him to it.
“Everybody just calm down,” Iida’s strong voice came and Kirishima knew that everything was going to be better. “I understand that the situation is a bit high strung, but kinkshaming during class hours cannot occur. This was an unprecedented situation, but we should do our best to not discourage our fellow classmates.”
Fuck, Kirishima had been relying on Iida and he said that?
Todoroki’s deep voice came from the back of the classroom. “Thank you for those wise words, class representative.” They all watched as he turned to face Midoriya and a feeling of dread rose in Kirishima’s stomach. “I am a sadist, it is nice to know that I am not alone when facing these desires.”
Bakugou screamed.
Thanks Todoroki, now they had to watch as Midoriya perked up and hear the genuine excitement in his voice as he said “really?”
Kirishima regretted so much, why did he have to speak? Why couldn’t he have just taken a page from Kouda’s book and kept quiet?
Todoroki just strode towards Midoriya, clasping his hands together in his own before proudly declaring. “Yes, I am. I hope I’m not being presumptuous when I say that nothing would make me happier than you giving me permission to beat that beautiful smile off of your face.”
Modern romance sure was confusing, because Midoriya just smiled wide, tears in his eyes as he nodded happily. “Nothing would make me happier than having you hit me until I bleed, Todoroki.”
Kirishima wanted to die and Bakugou screamed again.
Thankfully whatever deity that was watching over them decreed that now was the right time for Aizawa-sensei to walk through the door, back from his brief break. But if there truly was some sort of deity watching over them, then they wouldn’t have let that conversation happen.
Their teacher just stared at them. Kirishima realized that the whole class was standing or sitting in a circle around Midoriya and Todoroki, who were both holding hands and staring at each other with a level of rapture that he was sure even the most experienced authors would struggle to describe.
“I don’t care if there was a declaration of love, everyone please sit back down in your own seats.” Came his bored voice, never had Kirishima been so happy to be reprimanded.
‘Midoriya probably liked being reprimanded too,’ came a quiet voice from the back of his head. Kirishima closed his eyes and prayed that sadomasochism wasn’t contagious.
He barely heard Uraraka whisper, “I don’t think that counts as love,” as Aizawa-sensei prepared to teach.
He found himself agreeing with her.