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"mic, i'm literally gonna fucking kill myse- ...oh uh- i'll just come back later" bakugou paused as he noticed there was another man sitting next to present mic.
over the past two years at UA bakugou had gotten closer to present mic. loud blond bonding, i guess?
"woah- he calls you mic?" aizawa asked, slightly not-so-slightly, jealous.
"yeah, katsuki and i have gotten pretty close in a couple years. we tell each other everything! we're like buddies" he smiled.
"ew, don't call us that. aizawa sensei is gonna think somethings up. and that's just fucking creepy" he shuddered, bringing amusement to yamada's face yet it deepens aizawa's eyebrow furrow.
"oh thank god, i thought my husband may have been a pedophile" aizawa says sarcasticly.
"HA! what a laugh sho!" hizashi grinned.
"anyways, what did you need, little listener?" he bellowed.
" don't worry about it. i can- yeah, no, i can ask later" katsuki responded.
"why not now?" hizashi pouted.
"well..." he trailed off looking between his two teachers.
"because of me i presume?" aizawa raised a brow.
"i hate to say yes, but....yeah. you're the problem sensei" bakugou scratches his temple awkwardly.
"aw, c'mon! why can't shouta hear?" hizashi whined, progressing into puppy dog eyes now.
"it's kind of a me and you thing mic-" he cut himself off as he stared deeper into his glossy eyes.
he takes a deep breath and goes to open his mouth. then closes it. then opens it again.
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, IM SO GAY IM LITERALLY GONNA LOSE MY MIND- MIC PLEASE HELP!" aizawa couldn't believe his eyes.
bakugou katsuki. the bakugou katsuki had just begged for help. for his husbands help, nonetheless. the worst 'woo-er' there ever was, despite them being married now.
it only took 6 years of friendship and a note they found left by oboro. there was a lot of crying that night, and hugging and kissing and then followed by more crying.
"close your jaw sho" present mic giggled.
"right" the raven haired man said sheepishly.
"so...you guys do this a lot?" aizawa asks.
"all the time" mic nodded his head.
"and i never knew?" you could physically see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to understand.
"oh my god, yes. we get it, it's a little jarring but i mean damn- i've been kidnapped twice. my parents parenting skills are a little questionable. i had a really bad inferior and superiority complex for a while. and now i have the fattest crush on my best friend. i am not okay, i have to talk to someone alright?! and no....i'm not going to therapy. fuck that. mic is good enough."
"only good enough? wow. i see how it is katsuki" mic shunned him.
"that's not what i meant- hey! isn't this meeting supposed to be about me?" he raised a brow judgementally.
"then hurry it up, i'm getting bored over here!" mic ushered bakugou and aizawa somehow pulled popcorn out of nowhere.
"i'm not even gonna fucking question that." he sighed.
"anyways. what the fuck am i supposed to do about it?" katsuki sighed, seemingly desperate for an answer.
"about what? i'm not a mind reader katsuki!" the other loud blond huffed. suddenly aizawa was regretting his decision to eat lunch with his beloved, yet overdramatic husband.
"oh my god, keep up old man! the dance or whatever the fuck is this weekend and i was waiting to see if he would ask me but he never did and now i feel like maybe he was waiting for me to ask him" suddenly, the conversation peaked aizawa's interest.
"who are we talking about?" he asked.
"kirishima!"
"eijirou!" both the loud blonds had yelled turning towards the man with a scruffy beard.
"oh my god.... what have i gotten myself into?" he rubbed his temples while sighing.
"well you're stuck now sho! and wait- when did he become 'eijirou' huh, huh?" mic smirked wiggling his brows.
"oh my god mic stop- it's not a big deal.... EXCEPT IT TOTALLY IS AND I ABOUT LOST MY MARBLES WHEN HE SAID, AND I QUOTE, 'we fought a war together, and i'd do it again if it meant keeping you safe. so drop the name calling, and call me eijirou'. LIKE EXCUSE ME???" katsuki fluctuated his voice to try sounding more like kirishima.
"hm, good use of the common phrase 'losing my marbles' katsuki!" mic said.
when aizawa and bakugou both gave him a death glare, he felt a little silly about the comment. there wasn't much time to dwell on it though, as bakugou was back to shouting. as per usual.
"okay, back to me you old pieces of shit! this is a serious situation i'm two seconds away from a mental breakdown. i mean, look at me i'm a fucking trainwreck! i thought i was straight for 14 years of my life and then kirishima suddenly waltzes in with his fucking 'you're manly' and 'you're cool bakubro' and fucking sharing his lunch and stupid annoying shit and his ugly ass red hair and suddenly bam! i'm gay! so fucking fix me. right now mic. either fix me or force me to confess to him because i am literally ripping myself to shreds from the inside out over here"
"aren't you being a bit dramatic?" aizawa asked puzzled.
"no! have you seen that man?!" bakugou shouted at an unphased aizawa, mic just cackling in the background.
"yes, he comes into my class everyday shouting about his day and what he'll do over the weekend" he sarcastically replied.
"no but have you seen his glowup?" bakugou emphasized.
"i've watched all of you grow up, i'm pretty sure i noticed the difference between fourteen year old kirishima and eighteen year old kirishima" he rolled his eyes.
"but have you reall-" bakugou started before mic cut him off.
"just get to the damn point!"
"the point is he's fucking hot and amazing and kind and when he looks at me with his stupid fucking red eyes i feel nauseous but in the best way possible and everytime he touches me- not in a sensual way, whether you were thinking it or not i felt the need to clarify- my skin feels like its on fire and i cry a little bit inside because why would a man as perfect as him want ot be anywhere near me. and oh my god have you seen how fucking tall he is- i swear to god anyone who goes from 5'8" to 6'4" in four years isn't human. it's just not possible. i'm literally gonna end it all" katsuki dramatically sighed letting his head lean back on the chair as he slid down it.
"god damn bakugou- you really are down bad for him" aizawa said, making present mic cackle even harder than before.
"i know you think my misery is fucking hilarious but how the fuck am i supposed to ask the most beautiful man in the entire universe and more to be my date to fucking prom. and i know i need to cut him some slack, because he's not stupid but what if he thinks i'm trying to go as 'bros' because i don't have a date?" he sighed even heavier.
"well who's going with who?" aizawa asked, more interested in this than anything he's ever tried to watch on tv.
"well todoroki and deku are going together. jirou is asking momo in about....two minutes with a cringey ass sign but something momo will definitely love. mina is going alone because she's a fucking boss ass queen. sero is going alone but that's by choice obviously. sato, shoji, and koda are all going together because they're in a poly relationship. tsu and ochaco are together same with ojiro and hagakure. iida is going with hatsume, and tokoyami is going alone- well....i guess with dark shadow. that's what he said at least. and then of course, i'm sure you know denki and shinsou are going together" bakugou said in as little as breaths possible.
"and well- eijirou just doesn't understand that i physically cannot allow myself to love him until he shows me romantic love first. which could be a good thing to have in literally any other situation than this one" he whined.
"i see" aizawa thought carefully.
just then, the six foot four man, with slowly fading red hair dye came busting through the door.
"aizawa i have the worst problem literally ever!" he cried, his eyes closed in a prolonged blink.
"what's the issue now? dont tell me denki stuck his finger in a light socket" he sighed exasperatedly.
"no the issue is that- oh hey katsuki, anyways the issue is that- WAIT KATSUKI?!" he blinked furiously.
"live and in the flesh" he responded, sounding annoyed but kirishima knew way better than to think he was being serious.
"fuck- uhm....yeah i just came to ask about the uh- the homework. haha ha...ha" he smiled, his shark-like teeth showing as he awkwardly scratched his neck.
"we didn't give you any homework" present mic paused, not understanding. aizawa quickly jabbed him in the side.
"OH! that homework" he played it off 'coolly' as if no one noticed.
"what the fuck am i missing here?" bakugou raised a brow.
"NOTHING! don't worry about it kat" kirishima beamed.
katsuki slowly turned around to face his teachers with a flushed face as he silently, and very embarrassingly fanboyed before turning back around.
the room fell into an awkward silence for a bit. kirishima tapping his shoes, aizawa's eyes darting between the two boys and present mic's light whistle were the only things you could hear or notice.
"i can't fucking take this anymore oh my god-" katsuki blurted out.
"will you fucking- FUCK! okay- shit i'm actually doing it, alright uh-" bakugou paused for a second.
maybe it was for a second too long because kirishima then ended up speaking up.
"katsuki, bakugou, bakubro, will you do me the honor and go to prom with me?" he asked nervously picking at his nails.
"no." he blatantly stated, making both aizawa and present mic audibly gasp.
"wait here" bakugou said holding his hand out.
as soon as he was gone, he came back. but this time with flowers.
"are those the flowers momo had earlier?" kirishima asked, very confused at this point.
"shut up, i had her make me some she probably copied the design of flowers jirou gave her" bakugou responded.
"anyways- shut the fuck up and pretend to be heart broken again" he demanded.
"ouch! my heart! it's so sad and broken! ahhhh" kirishima exclaimed, eating up the attention.
"fucking attention whore" bakugou laughed.
"eijirou, kirishima, kiri.....will you accept my humble offer to thee and waltz with me into prom?" he offered the flowers to kirishima.
"absolutely, yes" he smiled.
"HE SAID YES!" bakugou screeched victoriously.
"man, you guys should have been actors instead of pro-heros" aizawa laughed.
"it reminds me of us when we were in school sho" present mic wiped a tear from his eyes as he dramatically clapped.
"so are we like....fucking dating now or is this only a prom night 'bro' thing?" eijirou asked as the other three in the room busted out into laughter.
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU GUYS HE WOULD SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" bakugou laughed harder.
"okay- okay, i'm sorry, i shouldn't have laughed like that. but on a serious note, if you're willing to....i think i'm ready for a relationship and i would absolutely love for it to be with you" katsuki sighed, happily grabbing kiri's hand the second he offered it.
"y'all nasty as hell..." aizawa said with no real malice in his voice.
"oh can it hobo! thirty minutes ago i walked in here to you and mic canoodling and feeding each other deli meat sandwiches" bakugou rolled his eyes.
kirishima was losing it in the door way while a light flush spread across the other two mens cheeks.
"jesus, he got us there sho" present mic laughed.
jirou and momo walked in side by side "hey! you guys are missing the pre-prom party. it's in the U.A. dorms. and bring those brownies you made last night bakugou!" momo smiled and winked at the two.
"i don't suppose those are...uh- what do you kids say now? zaza brownies?" aizawa raised his left brow.
"ew god- 1. never say 'zaza' again, just call it weed for fucks sake and 2. are you asking as a teacher or as a potential customer?" bakugou crossed his arms.
"what if i said both?" mic interjected.
"then i'd say i'll give you a family & friends discount. you can have one for free if you come to the party and embarass the fuck out of shinsou. you see, we only just found out that he's been floating between the friend groups. and while we actually think it's totally cool that he can make so many friends, we like to give him shit about 'not being loyal'. he told me to fuck off so i need payback" bakugou smiled maniacally.
"you are awful bakubro-" kiri giggled.
"i know. but it's why you love me- and NEVER call me that again. you wouldn't kiss a bro would you? ...actually don't answer that, i know you would. i remember the great debacle of freshman year truth or dare. it was- something i'd say" bakugou huffed.
"oh we're SO going to that party. sho, get your coat, i've gotta hear about this great debacle of freshman year truth or dare" mic said with a wide grin.
"on it!" aizawa said getting up quickly to grab his shit.
and with that, they were out of there. walking to the dorms, a new story awaiting them. and one playing out right before them.